To The Grave

Chapter 3

"Pray. That's your only way out."

"My husband, Austria, got a knife to the head." "Big brother got…. Hung." "…." Finland didn't speak. But Sealand was alright with that. He knew that it was hard. They then heard a scream. Everyone looked shocked, but Finland covered his eyes. "Jumalateesepysähtyy" Sealand didn't know what Finland was talking about, but he felt bad. Was that his friend? Brother? Or is he…. Gay? The young nation had a heavy, but quiet, sigh. "VADhar jag gjort!?" They heard the man say. "PLEASEDÖDAR INTEMIG!"Finland then started to cry. Not silent sobs, but actual crying. Like how Sealand would. Liechtenstein wanted him to calm him down. "Please, Mr. Finland. He will be alright. Just don't worry." Sealand had a flash back. "Just don't worry, Sealand." Finland kept crying. "Ruotsi!Äläkuole!Eiilman minua!Kiitos!" Hungary was still. She didn't talk. She just… Sat there. Sealand finally spoke, "Ummmm…. Mrs. Hungary? Are you alright?" But she didn't answer. She looked… cold. But Sealand understood. There was a lot of things going on right now. "Shut the *nerp* up! All of you!" The soldier looked pissed. He then grabbed Finland through the bars, and shoved his cigarette in Finland's mouth. Finland started to choke. "Talk again, and I'll have you 'knifed" Hungary later then snapped out of it, and helped Finland. "You damn monster! You can go rot in hell!" "Quiet lady. You don't have the right to speak." Finland then spat out the cigarette, making black specks fly out of his mouth. The solider then walked away, laughing.