The Tale of a Dying Nation

by rebuild-your-ruins

Danish terrorists attack Stockholm. Finnish bosses refuse to help. And a certain Finn does what he must to keep his husband from leaving this world forever.

10. Chapter 10 A Stomach Drops

Ch.10 A Stomach Drops- As Does a Bomb

Finland was perhaps five miles from home when he saw it. A mushroom could, stained with the bitter-sweet color of death. The Volvo came to a screeching stop. Finland climbed mercilessly out of the car, and his stomach dropped.

A bomb had dropped on Stockholm. Thousands of Swedes died instantly, innocently. Their humble souls climbed the stairway to heaven, leaving the clouds behind in their wake. The Finn dropped to his knees. His hand-covered face howled deeply.

''Perkele! Perkele, perkele, perkele, perkele!'' he shrieked. Then stopped.

''No…'' he mumbled,''B-berwald…'' He jumped into the car and make a u-turn back to the cabin.

The old Volvo picked up speed, it swept swiftly through the trees until it approached the cabin. Finland leapt from the car, ran through the small house until he arrived at the only closed door. He twisted the doorknob and wrenched the door open, hoping for the best. But only bad things lurk behind closed doors.

A/N:

Thanks for reading! Perkele means fuck in Finnish if google translate has not failed me. Please review. I just typed a two page essay and these last three chapters. My hands are crying. I think I should stop typing for tonight… too bad!