Chapter 2

"Ber…" A voice said from behind. Berwald spun around. No… it couldn't be… there was no way he could have known the route…

"Surprised, eh? What? You're not happy to see me little Berry?" Matthias was standing there, his trusty axe, which was always covered with dry red streaks on the blade, in his hand. His hair was wilder than usual, covered with all sorts of leaves and twigs and his long cloak in tatters and frays on the ends. His face looked as wild as his hair.

"wh-what are you doing here?! How did y-"

"I followed you." Matthias interrupted, looking unimpressed and started inspecting his axe as if incredibly bored. "It wasn't hard. You always make a huge racket wherever you go." He looked up straight into Berwald's questioning, accusing eyes. But there was more than that. Underneath all those secondary emotions, Ber felt only one thing when Matthias looked at him like that. Cold, pure fear.

"Matthias please… I- I just…" He tried to explain, stuttering through his words. Tried to tell him to go away. Because the Matthias in front of him wasn't his big brother that was supposed to look after him. This was Matthias, the blood thirsty Viking who killed and plundered for fun and left chaos in his wake.

Matthias looked at his little brother's badly attempted to conceal terrified face and softened. After all, he just wanted to take him back home… "Ber." He smiled gently, almost pleadingly. "Ber, come back home. Lukas misses you, I miss you. Don't worry, I won't hurt any of your friends… too much anyway." He added softly to himself. But Berwald had heard it and he found courage to speak up.

"No." Ber said, taking a step back. "No, I-I won't go back with you. You'll hurt everyone and kill them! Then you'll take everything and LIE! LIE right to my FACE, that you didn't do anything! Because that's all you'll ever do! That's all you ever are! A LIAR and a MURDERER!" he shouted, almost shaking with fear and rage.

"CAN'T YOU SEE? ALL THIS!" He waved his arms around, "IT'S AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL BUT ALL YOU'LL EVER DO TO IT IS DESTROY!" The moment those words came out, he realised what a terrible mistake he had done. Fury was slowly seeping into Matthias's normally cheerful blue eyes as he walked towards the small nation, rage making every step heavier.

"All I ever seemed to you… just a liar and a killer? Was I just a stealing MONSTER rather a caring brother who was worried about his little bro and his people?" He asked softly, his voice dripping with anger. Berwald knew the softer the voice got, the higher the risk someone was going end up hurt. Namely him.

He started taking tiny steps back. "Matthias… y-you wouldn't h-hurt me… wo-would you?" Berwald asked him, his voice quivering because he wouldn't put it past this furious Viking in front of him. Matthias smiled like a cat that had just cornered a tiny helpess bird that couldn't fly. "Of course not silly!" He said, voice still as soft as ever. "Instead let's play a game. You like games, don't you little Berry?" He stopped just a few steps away from Berwald who subconsciously whispered, "Don't call me that, I'm not a kid anymore." Matthias grinned like he knew this would be the reply. "You're right. You're not a kid anymore. All the more reason the play this game." Saying this he pulled a long gleaming sword from its sheath around his belt and threw it at Berwald's feet. The smile from his face was gone and replaced with the expression of a deadly Viking.

"Pick up the sword. Let's see how well you really can protect yourself." He challenged, as Berwald picked up the sword slightly confused as to what he meant. "Are we training?" He asked as Matthias started walking back a bit, gripping the handle of his axe tightly and raising it so that the blade was eye level to Ber. "No…" he said dangerously soft. "You'll be fighting the real thing with your worst nightmare…" Matthias ran with a huge burst of energy and clashed the axe with the sword Berwald had risen just in time to prevent his head being chopped off. At impact, the weapons made such a huge noise that when Matthias spoke again, the noise was still ringing in his ears. "Your worst nightmare being ME!" the Viking shouted as he raised his axe once more and brought it down again with twice the force than before.

Thanks to all the training he had done before and his quick reflexes, Berwald managed to bring his sword between the axe and his head again. However this time he cried out from shock and pain from the amount of force and was forced to his knees. Berwald bent down his head and gasped with exhaustion, his sword almost falling out of his hand.

When he saw his little brother cry out and fall like that, Matthias's eyes looked like they had started to regain the brotherly love and worry again. But the Viking part of him was absolutely delighted and kept telling him to grab the opportunity and take advantage of his neck being unprotected. Bring it down on him! Defeat him! He was all that stood in his way of riches! Matthias's head was filled with such thoughts and madness slowly seeped back in and filled his eyes and head while his heart was screaming at him to stop.

He raised his axe over his head and was just about to bring it down when the worst thing possible happened.

Berwald started to cry.

It was just soft, quiet sniffling and whimpering really. He was never one to openly sob. But it was enough to make Matthias drop his weapon. Kneeling down beside him, Matthias gave a massive, lung-crushing hug of apology to him. Berwald immediately stopped crying and struggled to get out of his grip. "L-let go of me!" he exclaimed and squirmed around a bit. Before the Dane could react, he grabbed and pulled out the hunting knife that was around Matthias's waist and pushed him forcefully down, putting the knife at his throat. All in a matter of seconds.

Matthias, now the one laying on the floor, simply smirked. "Good one. You picked that up from one of the lessons we had, right? Could have used some more force but I guess with your size, this is good enough. Now, get off me and lets go back home. This has all been fun and all but dinner will get cold." he smiled tauntingly, going back to big brother mode. Berwald simply growled in response and pushed to knife just close enough to draw some blood as a signal for him to shut up. "I'm not going back…" he muttered as the smile from Matthias's face fell and was replaced by one of anger again. "Berry… that's not an option…" he began, discreetly reaching for another dagger that he had kept around his waist as well, hidden from plain sight. By the time Berwald noticed that his brother had gone unusually quiet, he was face flat on the ground, with the Viking's foot on his back, keeping him down and a dagger tip dangerously close to the back of his neck

He tried getting up only to be kicked sharply on his side. "I'd stay down if I were you…" Berwald could practically feel the smug smile that was radiating from him. But he lay there, imagining all sorts of horrible ways that Matthias could die or better still, be tortured. As he did, Berwald took deep breaths, despite the snow in his face and tears forming in his eyes. He waited for the Dane to deliver the blow that would finish him with a brave face. But it never came. Instead, he heard Matthias sigh and felt him remove his foot and blade away. Berwald still lay there though, filled with caution and suspicion, before he was pulled up by the hair near to the face of a very tired and angry looking Matthias. Well, angry was a simple way of saying it. Really, he looked insane. He forced Berwald to look at him straight in the eye. "Look at me Ber, look into my eyes… would I ever hurt you?" He asked as Ber looked into his mad, red eyes and shuddered.

"Yes." Ber whispered, trembling. "You would…" The moment he said those words, Matthias picked him up in his arms with a sigh and started storming back, the dagger in his hand. Berwald began to squirm and struggle to jump out but let out a gasp. Matthias looked down and saw his eyes widen with pain and fear and felt Berwald go stiff. Seconds later, he felt something warm and moist coming out from the outer side of Ber's body. One quick glance was all it took to see the dagger lodged deep into his brother's side.

Matthias immediately dropped him to the ground in shock and heard a moan escape from Berwald as his head hit a small rock, concealed on the ground from the thick snow. An area on his head began bleeding as well. His eyes, no longer wide, were beginning to close rapidly and he started gasping for air. All Matthias could do was kneel down by his side and hold on to his hand tightly, stammering for him to hold on and that help will soon come. Tears began forming in the previously furious nation as he muttered over and over again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this… it's not my fault, I'm so sorry Berry, I didn't mean for this."

Berwald looked his way with one hard glare, "T-this i-is yo-your fa-fault…" with that he let out one last gasp and went limp.

A.N: Have some feels! seriously though any tomatoes thrown will be given to Romano. It broke my heart when i roleplayed this beep you Emma you did this to me. But anyway! thank you all for the reviews! I've decided from chapter 4 onwards I'll be posting weekly, but if there is a delay then pls dont mind.