Heya! So, remember what I said in last chapters Author Note, at the end of the chapter... about Denmark being able to protect Finland? Yeah...


Emil still had no idea what was going on. There was a monster- at least he was sure of that much. Mathias tried to swing his axe at it, rarely making contact with it, and Tino was shooting it with his rifle.

Meanwhile, he, Emil, was standing there with nothing really to do. I mean, sure, he was terrified, but-

Suddenly, the monster flung Tino away, the short Finn's body moving fast through the air. He slammed into a tree, his rifle falling out of his hands as he lay limp on the snow.

There was no time to run to him; the monster had already tackled Mathias, whose battle axe was laying a little away.

Emil picked up the nearest thing next to him- somebody's ice skate- and threw it as hard as he could at the monster. "Hey!" he shouted at the same time, effectively getting it's attention. The monster began advancing towards him, and Emil had no idea what to do now. He saw Mathias reach desperately for his battle axe, one of his arms seeming to be bleeding.

It was when Emil took a glance behind him did he realize what to do. The ice was thin- and at his back. Lukas was on the skinny side, and if he had fallen through the ice, this monster definitely would.

Emil let the monster get close to him, and just before it lunged, he jumped out of the way, landing sprawled in the snow. Sure enough, the monster leaped where it thought he would be and landed on the frozen-over large pond. The ice almost immediately broke under it's weight, and the monster went down- down into the freezing abyss of water, where hopefully, it wouldn't resurface.

He waited for a few moments- nothing. Mathias came over to him, battle axe in hand. "Wow. You think it's gonna come back up?" he asked. "Probably not." Emil answered. Mathias extended a hand to help him up, which Emil gladly took. "So, Tino, that was some crazy monster, right?" the Finn did not answer. "Tino? Tino!" Emil and Mathias looked around, momentarily forgetting what happened.

Their eyes landed on the same sight- Tino. His body was limp, his eyes were closed, and the snow around his head was a dark red color. His rifle lay a meter or two away. He didn't respond to the sound of his name being called.

He wasn't moving- and they couldn't tell if he was breathing or not from that distance.

"TINO!"


Berwald was confused. He thought he'd been following the tracks between the house and the clearing, but he ended up losing them. So then he had decided to backtrack- and then that's when he really got lost. Meanwhile, Lukas was getting worse by the minute; there was no way to help him in the middle of the woods. He felt the Norwegian shift slightly in his arms.

Lukas was being carried in the princess style carrying method- one hand around his back, one hand under the knees. If he hadn't been severely hypothermic and barely conscious, he would have been embarrassed.

On top of being lost in the woods with a sickly Lukas, Berwald had another problem- the blizzard, which was coming in at an alarmingly fast rate. If they got caught outside in the middle of that... Berwald didn't want to think about the terrible possibilities.

"B-Berwald? What's g-going on?" Lukas stuttered, his eyes just barely fluttering open. The first snowflakes began forming and falling down.

Oh no.


Oh noes! The blizzard is starting... and it's pretty obvious that Sweden and Lukas are screwed. But Finland!

Best attempt at a cliffhanger. It's probably not that good... but hey, I tried.