It was year 1939. Month November. Day 30. A small man woke up to a phone call. He groaned and stood up. He walked to the table phone and lifted the earpiece. He lifted the piece to his ear and greeted the caller. "Suomen Tasavallan johdosta, itse Suomella." "Lead of the Republic of Finland, Finland talking." Finnish A sad voice greeted him. "Mikko Mäkelä täällä Suomen Tasavallan armeijan ylipäällikkö, me tarvitsisimme teitä herra Suomi.""Mikko Mäkelä here. The supreme commander of the military of the Republic of Finland. Mister Finland we need you here." That was the moment he knew something bad happened again.
He was called to meet his superiors, which of course meant the president of Finland and his government. He walked back to his bedroom and put some clothes on. They must have some horrible news because he was woken so early. He hurriedly tied his shoes and grabbed his keys, then ran out of the house barely remembering to close the door. He ran to his car put the keys to the lock and sat in. The engine roared a few times as he started the car. He almost ran out of the car as he went to sweep the snow off the car. He jumped in and left off with way too high speed for his car, but this matter was with his precious Finland. This was something he knew he had to hurry with. He just knew.
The drive seemed to take years of his life until he made it to the governments house. He parked and stood up from the car. There were immediately men coming to him and showing him the way to a correct room. Of course he would knew where such urgent meetings were held. He was there when this building was designed. He still let the men show him the way if they could keep up with his fast walking speed. He literally hurled from his car to the room and was met with everyone who was at least a little bit important. "Mitä nyt?" "What is it?" his strong voice barked from the door as he walked in and everyone went quiet. There wasn't anything scarier than angry nation to the ordinary people. And now Finland was very angry. For few minutes the room was completely still if you don't count the Finland who shaked with anxiety. Then he took a deep breath as seeing he had scared the other men around him. He calmed a bit from this and now asked with still deadly voice. "Täällä taidetaan olla tekemisissä Ruotsin tai Venäjän kanssa kun näette tämän näin tärkeäksi että kutsutte jopa miut." "This must have something to do with Sweden or Russia when you see this enough important to call me here." he simply stated and took a seat in the long table the big room had. There were a lot of chairs and each men took one of them. They sat there for a few moments until his president decided to open his mouth. "Kyllä. Olet täysin oikeassa. Tässä ollaan nyt tekemisissä Venäjän kanssa." "Yes. You're fully correct. This has to do with Russia."
He immediately went quiet and cursed the big nation in every curse word his language had. His reaction made the whole room quiet again. The whole room seemed to get colder from the anger that raised from the small man at the end of the table. Soon he raised his eyes to the room. If a glare could kill the whole room would have been dead now. "Mitä se ny teki?" "What did he do now?" he said in a low and dangerous tone. There was a man next to his president that next got the courage to talk. "Herra. Hän… hän aloitti sodan meitä vastaan. Hän väittää että ammuimme Maunilaa, mutta emme ole tehneet mitään. Se ei edes olisi mahdollista." "Sir. He… he started a war with us. He says we shot Maunila even though we didn't do anything. In fact it's not even possible." To this Finland hit his fist at the table and stood up so fast that his chair flew few meters back. "Ivan Braginski tämä tulee olemaan sinun viimeinen tekosi." "Ivan Braginski this will be the last thing you'll ever do!" the Finnish man roared and everyone shivered. The nations were usually quite peaceful, but when they got angry you wouldn't want to be near them. Also they usually called each other by their nation name. It was indeed very rare to see a nation call other by their real name. But now this act just showed how angry the little Finn had gotten. He yelled some orders in the room to get his troops lined up and left the room to march to the battlefield. Everyone in the room started to obey, as they were in war now. And there wasn't anyone in that room that knew war better than the old nation.
Author's note:
There's going to be large gaps between chapters now as I have written about 16 pages so far but I want to rewrite the whole thing. My English has grown drastically now when I have studied three years in English. (This story is a three year old piece I did it as an essay for getting me into an English speaking high school.) I also have other pieces I'm working on and my finals are this year. So going to be busy and rewriting this is going to take time. Thank you!
