Tina's eyes widened at the sudden deep voice; Who was that? Where was Tino? Why didn't he answer the phone? The twin was so worried, that she almost dropped the phone and hung up on the person. Feeling her legs almost give out, she clutched onto the phone tightly and began talking into it.

"W. . . Who is this?" Her voice came out in a measly whimper; Why was she so intimidated with the voice? "W-What have you done with T-Tino?"

"M'ss, 've n't d'ne 'nyth'ng t' h'rt h'm." The voice sounded stern – much deeper than anyone she would've spoken to around the country. She felt her heart sink lower at the tone of voice, but she also felt more confidence grow in her heart because he hasn't hurt him. "W's w'lk'n h'me, wh'n I s'nly s'w a b'dy 'n th' sn'w... Th' ph'ne r'ng, t'..."

"So then.. W-Where's Tino? Oh, is Tino alright?" Her footsteps echoed through the phone's call as she grabbed her own coat, slipping her arms inside it while unclenching and clenching her hands to see if it fit inside. When she felt that the coat fit perfectly, she opened the door to the house and felt a pile of snow make it's way into the house. "Ack!"

"H's st'll br'th'n; H's ch'ks 're pr'tty r'd 's w'll." The thick accent was hard to make out when it came to talking with this man, but she could get what he was saying. Tino was freezing – He needed help, and he was probably pushed back and forth by the snowstorm. With a serious nod, she moved her legs through the snow and got out of the house; A slam of the door was heard as she ran across the pavement of the residence to find Tino at a faster pace; Of course, she had slipped a few times, but she didn't fall and that was okay as long as she could get to her brother in time.

"W-Where are you guys at, exactly?" She noticed the bus stopped in the snow – the people trying so hard to get around it with a few struggles. "I need to know where he's at! M-My brother..."

"H's 't th' st're n'r the b's st'p t'w'ds S'b'l's 'c'demy." He muttered, the snow crunching beneath his feet as he held him up by a shoulder; Not only that, but he was trying pretty hard hold the phone without letting it slide out of hands again.

"Sibelius Akatemia.. A-Alright, I-I'm on my way..! H-Hang up, and I-I'll call you when I'm near the area!" And that ended the conversation, making her flip the pink-colored phone closed and placing it back into her jacket pocket. Clenching her hands into fists, she skidded around the bus in the street (even with a few cars in her way), and ran down the street; It wasn't that hard to figure out where her brother would go, because she knew the exact same shortcut! She had taken this shortcut when she first arrived over at his place...

A honk of a car was heard, and she had to jump out the way. Too close for her own good...

...Meanwhile, the deep accented man was doing his best to get the Finn out of the snow before it caught him. Small grunts were coming out of the mouth of the taller stature, but he didn't seem to have a problem with getting through all the cold weather. He too, was struggling through the snow, however he could step over the many mounds of it and not get tired so easily. At one point, he had to kick the rocks out of the area in order to get through one of the piles. Though, when he found a nearby bench, he took a seat and leaned Tino's body onto his shoulder; He kept the gloved hand onto his neck, trying to warm him up in any way he could.

"Oi." He muttered, taking off a glove to feel around for the heartbeat. "'re y'u 'l've?"

No response, but as long as he could hear the shallow breathing, he was alright. He held the blonde even closer – the jacket Tino was wearing was obviously not as warm as it should've been for him. He was like this with a lot of people around him – despite being so intimidating; Whenever they fell in the snow, or if they would get hurt, he was always trying his best to get them out of the situation before something worse came. Tino was no different. He just kept clutching onto the smaller boy, watching the snow fall harder and hit him against the face while he looked around for the boy's family member; His glare was hardening, and his grip on the boy's body just grew tighter.

And tighter.

And-

There was an incoming call from Tino's phone, and the man dug into the pocket to grab the device and answer it for him; The same number – It was Tina!

Answering, he bluntly said: "Wh'r' 'r y'u 't?"

Rapid breathing came from the other side; Tina was still running across the streets, calling out Tino's full name even though the snow stopped it from echoing so much. Her breathing was picking up the pace while she ran attempted to tell him her whereabouts while sprinting. "I-I'm on my way t-to the store! I-I'm running into w-way too many cars, so it's hard g-getting there! I'm sorry you have to wait out here i-in the snow!"

"'s f'n'." He muttered through the phone, "H's 'n m' c'r', st'll br'th'ng. . . H's pr'tty c'ld r'ght n'w, th'gh..."

"A-Alright! I-I'm almost there!" She winced, passing by another truck while the boots crunched through the icy floor. In her mind, she was praying to the Gods to get him through the horrible weather, and that the man would be able to keep him as warm as possible. It wasn't long before she saw the bench they were sitting on, hanging up the phone and placing it into her pocket as she approached them.

The man's face was as intimidating as his tone was over the phone, and the cerulean eyes that were focused on Tina were mirrored by the lens of his glasses. His blonde hair was being covered with falling snowflakes, but it didn't seem like he was shivering at all – rather, he looked like nothing was affecting him in the weather. It seemed like at one point, he had wrapped his own sweater over Tino due to the fact that his shirt and pristine skin were now in clear view. Her eyes widened, but she had no time to talk about him, she had to get to her brother quickly.

". . . 'r y' th' 'n' fr'm th' ph'n' c'll?" He muttered, standing up while holding Tino bridal-style.

"Y-Yes!" She quickly nodded, catching her breath while she watched carry Tino; He was quite tall, too, so it wasn't impossible that he could do that so easily. "W-We need to get him home, but. . . I'm not sure if I can get him back by myself!"

Her head turned to the cars and trucks that were parked on the sidewalk, and she looked back at him, a cloud of "smoke" from her breathing appearing as she spoke. Her eyes were determined, as if they were pleading for him to help out.

. . . And he gave a simple nod, asking her to lead him to her house.

~x~

Seconds passed. Minutes passed. By the time they got home, the sun was already setting before them. Tina had allowed the taller male in, placing Tino into his bedroom and tucking him into the sheets before the warmth escaped the room. She kept the lights on, sitting near the bed and holding her brother's hand.

"Ole hyvä . . ." She whimpered, "Wake up, Tino, please. . ."

The man from before was standing outside her door – eyes locked onto the Finn that was placed in the bed. He watched as the female begged and pleaded in her own language, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He was quite proud of himself that he was able to help someone else out, but he didn't like showing it. He just kept the same expression on his face, watching her tend to the almost frozen Finn. He soon backed out of the room, walking towards the kitchen and looking through various counters to find something to make for the two.

Finding ingredients for Hot Cocoa, he made enough for a few cups to last them, and walked back into the room to the concerned little girl. He knelt down and handed it to her; "H'r'."

". . . Thanks." She muttered softly, taking the cup from the stranger and sipping it while staring at Tino. "You know... I told him I should have gone with him to the grocery store to help him back, but . . H-He can be a bit impulsive at times with me. H-He tries so hard to do things on his own!"

Silence. She should have expected this much from a guy she had barely met; Hanatamago soon broke the ice though, her fluffy hair trimmed and brushed out so that it almost looked like she had a coat on herself. The poor dog was pawing at Tino when it jumped on the bed, licking his cheek in an attempt to wake him up.

". . 't w'ld'v' b'n t' d'ng'r's f'r y' tw' t'g'th'r. . ." He muttered, taking a sip of his own Cocoa. "W's l'cky t' f'nd h'm. . . Th' sn'w w's t' h'vy f'r 'ny'n' t' w'lk 'n."

"I-I see. . ." She could barely make out what he was saying, but when she did, she knew he wasn't kidding. When she was sprinting, there were various car accidents on the way to the store; How did she survive? It was possibly Jumala—Godthat helped the three through the winter storm... Yes. She nodded to that though – it had to be Jumala. If it weren't for Jumala, she wouldn't have the man that sat near her talking in english – which she could barely understand. "W-What were you d-doing before you found him . . ? I-I mean, why d-did you help him?"

". . . L'k' h'lp'n people." He muttered, slowing down his speech so she could understand and comprehend the words he was saying in front of her. "T' m'ny people w'lk 'n th' sn'w, 'n 'nd 'p g'tt'ng k'll'd. . ."

"I-I see. . . I-I really am grateful." She smiled, her voice trailing off when the violet eyes averted to the bed again. Damn, was Tino out cold; He would usually be up and bubbly with the day going by, but. . . He was unconscious – in what was close to a coma. "R-Remind me t-to make you something before you leave..."

"N' n'd. ." He muttered, waving his hand in the air. "'s l'ng 's h's 'k'y."

"Mm. . ." She nodded, taking a sip of the Hot Cocoa he had made her – though, it seemed different than other cups she had drank. Was this a homemade recipe? She would have to ask him about it later. If there even was a later time. "I-I don't think h-he'll wake up within minutes, s-so . . W-Why don't you go home for the night?"

"Nej. Wh't 'f h' n'ds t' g' t' th' hospital?" He muttered, standing up and placing the cup down to place the large hand of his onto Tino's head. He felt it for a bit, before taking his hand away. "Sm'll f'v'r . . ."

"..." Tina sighed, standing up and walking out the room to place the cup on the table. "I-I'll make him some medicine. . W-Why don't you stay for tonight?"

"M'm, 's 't r'lly—"

"I-I don't mind it at all! T-The snow is thick, and. ." She turned around, giving him a small smile. "I-It's the least I-I can do for your h-help. . !"

"'f y'u s'y so. . Tack." He muttered, giving a small nod.

"Not at all, sir. N-Not at all! And, um . . . C-Call me Tina." Even when he was being nice to her, she still felt quite intimidated.

"'nd my n'me's B'rw'ld." He held out his hand to her, staring at her through his glasses.

And. . . Ever so hesitantly, she took it and shook it. Maybe this man wasn't such a bad one after all. . .