A/N: Hello again! I'm sorry I fell off the face of the earth for a while, life decided to hit me like a ton of bricks for fun. Again. But I'm back, and I brought you all a shiny new chapter! Hooray! And thank you to everyone who reviewed~ It made my day.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or it's fabulous characters.
Recap:
As Tino walked up to the front door, he saw that his note was nowhere to be seen. Maybe Berwald was home? In a rush of excitement, Tino all but tore the door down in his haste to get inside. But upon entering, it was not Berwald who was there to greet him... Instead, he came face to face with another Nordic; Denmark. "Nice of you to drop in." Mathias grinned.
Tino stared blankly at Mathis as the front door stood ajar, forgotten and lonely. Violet eyes were round as dinner plates and frozen like a deer in headlights as the Dane's words hung in the suddenly frigid air, weightlessly heavy and miserable. "I live here." Tino blurted, suddenly jolting back to life. But at the Dane's bark of laughter, he could have kicked himself. He sounded… Like a complete idiot! He couldn't let the Dane get the best of him… He had t find out what he was doing here! And why he was inside when his dear Berwald was not… Tino jumped in realization, looking back at Mathis with urgent questions burning his tongue. He had so many things to ask all at once, but if he tried to voice them all at the same time it would just come out muddled and it wouldn't make any sense, and… And… And- "Have you seen Berwald?" he asked. Well… Sort of. With all the pent of energy and questions swimming through his worried head it was just a bit louder than he would have liked.
Mathias looked at him as if he'd grown a second head. "What?" he asked incredulously. "You mean to tell me that Berwald is gone?" Aw, poor little Finland was all alone… He couldn't help it if he grinned wickedly at the prospect, even just a little bit. This was… Delightful. He could get back at Berwald via his beloved Finn! "Have you seen him?" Tino asked again, frowning deeply at the grinning Dane. The smile that splayed itself across his face worried him. He hadn't seen him like that since… Tino tried to shake the thoughts from his head as he cautiously slid further into the house, his eyes never leaving the Dane.
"No, not recently." Mathias shrugged nonchalantly, regarding the Finn lazily. He watched as Tino visibly deflated a little, and bit his tongue to keep from smirking. Berwald was gone, and now he had the Finn to himself to do whatever the hell he wanted… He could almost taste the bittersweet tang of revenge. "What are you doing here, then?" Tino asked, cautious. He might as well ask before the Dane chased him down and made life miserable… Right? Not that it was going to get him anywhere, but it was good to know. "Well, I have a similar problem, you see… My Norge seems to be missing as well." The Dane huffed, frowning a little.
Now, it wasn't as if the Norwegian allowed this whole "let's spend every day together" sort of thing to happen, but… It had been just far too long since Mathias had seen him! "He's gone too?" Tino asked, frowning lightly. Where would Norway go? And why was everyone suddenly turning up missing? But that was not the point, was it? "So… Why are you here?" he asked, knitting his brows together. It wasn't as if Norway would come here, anyway… Even if he were to run off.
Then it hit him like a ton of bricks, precisely at the time that Denmark snorted in indignation: He thought Norway had run off as well. By the look on Mathias' face, Tino's guess was right on the spot as to why he'd come. But he wasn't planning on sticking around to ask more questions, so he turned and bolted into the depths of the house, scrambling to get into a small space to use as a hidey hole. At first, all he could hear was the Dane's laughter following him, but soon enough he could hear his footsteps perusing him as well. Tino made a mad dash to the bedroom, shutting the door tightly and locking it before scrambling into the closet. It was all of three seconds before he was inside, door closed, and making himself small in one of the corners.
Then it was time to wait. He could hear the Dane's footsteps if he listened carefully, straining his ears to hear them as they faded… But as they returned, his breath caught and for a second, it was as if hell were freezing over. What was happening, and more importantly why? Where was Berwald…? And Norway, for that matter! It wasn't like him to just leave without a word… But that was far from the point. He flinched as he heard the Dane begin to fidget with the door, violently rattling the door knob until he thought it would simply turn to powder from the force.
Then the jiggling stopped, and it was eerily silent for a moment, and Finland could have sworn he stopped breathing. The silence, terrifying as it was, was soon broken by the sound of the Dane's boot banging against the door in an attempt to bring it down. He flinched each time, realizing that Mathias was that much closer to his hiding spot. That much closer to finding him… That much closer to what ever the Dane had in store for him.