One last step to his house. Then the doorbell.

It opened. But he didn't come home to a quiet house, no. One filled with-

"My boy! Where were you!" his mother said, lifting him up, and having him in a tight squeeze. Her voice filled with tear filling worries, as everyone in the 2 story cabin house crowded up and cried with joy. Even Oskar and Norge happened to be there, worried sick, yet Norge still had his poker face. They immediately ran over to the young Timo.

"Gyahh! We worried!" Norge said, immediately erasing his poker face. Oskar just stood behind the golden blonde and nodded.

"Ah!" When did this happen!" One asked. Another one asked "were you worried!" as all these questions came up, it was hard to answer with all the commotion happening around the lit up cabin house. But the one question that he could hear out of all questions were "Who took care of you?"

He suddenly remembered the swedish man. His stern, serious face, with his soft but caloused hand, as it lay ontop of his as he ate. Who was he? He got lost in his thoughts, when all of a sudden...

"Hey! Timo, my man, you came back!" the annoying dane behind his said, surprising him with his hand. "Where were ya? It was like ya wer' missin' for a week..." as he went on. But all Timo could do was think of the man, and hos his face filled with sadness as he saw him leave. Eventually he drowned out the dane, but figured it would be best to forget about the swedish man. So he went on about. It's not like he's lonley...The finnish boy thought.

After everything died down, and the visitors went home, he rushed to his warm, lit up room for bedtime, when all of a sudden...

"Timo!Haluaisitko iltasatu, kulta?*" The mother asked cheerfully. Instead of his normal 'Timo-mommy' time, he simply replied, "No mommy...I'm okay...thank you though," he said happily. But this wasn't him. Normally he never rejected his mother's stories. Maybe he was simply tired from simply being out too long, he thought as he slid on his moomin pyjamas.*

"Okei kulta. Rakastan sinua*! Goodnight!" she she hollered from downstairs. He replied, and hopped into the warm, cozy blanket covers. But before he could do anything else..."Our father in heaven. Hallowed be thy name..." as he went off. Then he finally layed his blonde crown onto his soft pillow.

Normally, he'd be asleep around this time. But it was already 12 am as he scoured at the clock. Why couldn't he sleep? Was it the snow? What was his problem? He sat up ontop of his bed, as he worried heavily. He switched on his bright decored lamp, as he sat up. The first thing his eyes laid on was the layout of his finnish flag over the wall. Then he remembered the mysterious man back in the cabin house.

"Why am I thinking of him so much...?" he murmured to himself. This wasn't him. He doesn't worry THAT much about a person he knows nothing of. But his facial expression, the only one he had ever made. And the way he felt the teen's hand. What was it?

He tried desperatley not to think about it, as he switched off his lamp, and rested his eyes, slowly. "It's not too bad..." he said, as he drifted into sleep.

The next two days were pretty normal, and nothing really got to the finnish boy. Until one morning...it should've been normal. Waking up to a cold crisp day in the warm, love filled cabin house with the young one and his mom. Getting himself ready to gather berries, close by the house this time, and not too far. Everything was just going fine until...

"Mom..." he said, slowly sliding his half unfinished plate in the middle of the table. "Can I...go check something outside really quick...?" He said, making the puppy face.

He knew his mom hesitated after what happened yesterday, but after all, he was able to find his way home. But she thought again. His eyes never left her facial expression for he wanted to know what she had to say. Then she finally spoke.

"Yes..." she said, slowly removing her coffee cup from her lips. "But...stay very very close," she stressed, as she looked down.

The ecstatic Timo immediatley pushed his chair in, and dashed out the door into the calm snow. "But be safe!" his mother hollered, as he set foot outside.

But why was he in such a rush? What was this all about? "I have to find that man," Timo said, as he ran into the awaiting forrest. Just then, Oskar called out, "Hey, Timo! Do you wanna play with us?"

As much as he wanted to, he was in a rush to somewhere, and he had no time whatsoever.

"I wish I could..." He said, heading off. "But I must do something for my mommy!" he hollered as he went off into the snow thick forrest.

This time, it was Morning, so nothing dangerous could ever happen...I mean really, could it? He tried to retrace his tracks from yesterday. But no luck. Finally, he came to the tree he had pssed out near.

"Okay...this is it..." he whispered to himself. Then he started for the direction the man's cabin was in. As he took each step, he noticed the snow got more shallow. But itw as no surprise to him. It was almost spring anyways. "A few more steps..." he said to himself, as he stepped cautiously. But as he got there he noticed something he hadn't seen. Remains of a bunch of glass from somewhere. And as he laid eyes on the remains of blood-stained glass, he follwed. It was to his shock that he finally found out.

Apparently there had been an attack on a few houses by a mysterious man that had been raiding houses in the deep forestside, and it seemed the swede's house had been one of his targets. As he follwed, he suddelny came to a stop.

The front door was completley torn apart, as if someone had breaken the hinges. Carefully, he got closer to the door, and took a peek inside. The beautiful mahongany wood table had been a bunch of splinters cut into many peices, as the counters looked as if glass was thrown into them. The windows were shattered from top to bottom. It looked as if this house had gone from beautiful cabin to a plain wretch. Then he peered at the swedish flag. Rips covered from side to side, as it draped from the wall. It looked as if a struggle had been made, but the attacker got away. Then he heard grunts and a few cries of help. He looked over.

The swedish man was covered in blood stains, and tears from his clothes. It seemed as if he was unconcious, as he tumbled over. His head had bruises from a type of blunt object the burglar must've used. The little Timo couldn't believe his eyes. Immediatley, he rushed over to the bleeding man, and felt his pulse.

"He's still breathing..." Timo whispered to himself. This man needs medical attention...He said as he immediatley picked up his bleeding arm, and lifted him up over his shoulders. "Don't worry...it's gonna be fine..." the finnish boy said, as he carried out the swedish man out of the now torn up cabin. Then he started for his house.

Haluaisitko iltasatu, kulta- would you like to read a bedtime story (feel free to correct me if needed)

anyways...this was a bit of a rush...BUT IM FINISHED! (I have to get ready now)

Third chapter will come...thanks for all teh faves!