Um, so yeah, chapter two :D

Summary: Sisu is a Finnish term for strength, will and perseverance when faced with adversity. Even in something as small as ski jumping.


Sisu

"I'm going to aim to do twelve laps of the field, and six jumps." Tino decided, lacing up his skates on his feet. "Are you going to skate too, or are you just going to watch, Su-san?"

"I'll stay w'th P't'r, he can't sk'te y't." The taller nation replied, ruffling the hat on his son's head.

"Well, okay then, but you should still come and watch," He said hopefully, standing up and skating onto the ice.

"Of c'rse."

Tino started off slowly, skating around the large rink. He loved ice skating, it was so relaxing, and gave him a chance to clear his mind and think about everything, and he was really good at it. But he loved ski jumping more. He truly felt like he was flying when he slid off the end of the ramp.

The air was quite brisk today, and he wrapped his arms around his torso, but skating and not using your arms was quite difficult, and took a lot more concentration. By now he was onto his fourth lap and had built up quite a bit of speed. He decided to cross onto another rink with different terrain. The result of the new terrain though, was that Tino didn't see the small bump in the ice. He hit it was alarming speed, and went sliding across the ground.

"Ow…" He winced, bringing his leg up to his torso and holding onto it.

"Y' okay?" Berwald had come onto the ice, and was looking at the smaller nation. His expression was unreadable, but Tino knew that he was concerned for his wellbeing.

"I'm f-fine," He mumbled, attempting to stand up, but falling back down due to the pain in his calf.

"Y're n't." He said, bending down to look at Tino's leg. "Y're leg has s'me d'mage, d'nt know wh't though."

"I'm o-okay, s-seriously." He tried to stand again, this time succeeding, but limping slightly. "I s-said I'd do tw-twelve laps and s-six jumps,"

"You'll h'rt y'rself m're." Berwald stated, taking hold of Tino's arm, trying to stop him from skating off.

"L-let me finish!" He protested, pulling away and skating to the other side of the rink. It was painful, he had to admit, his calf was throbbing, but he was determined to finish what he had set out to do.

He couldn't skate very fast now, and every time he moved his left leg, a stab of pain would pass through it. It was almost unmanageable, but he wouldn't let himself quit. So he worked through the pain – which as he looked back on, was probably dangerous – but he wanted to keep going. Each lap felt like an eternity, and he wasn't really enjoying it, but he had said he was going to do twelve laps and six jumps, so he would.

An hour later, he had managed to complete them all, but could barely walk as he got off the rink.

"Um…Su-san, could I hold onto your arm?" He asked timidly. The taller man nodded, holding out his arm, and Tino took it, regaining his balance. "Kiitos," He mumbled, blushing.