Did you know England actually has no national anthem? No, 'God save the queen' is not a national anthem. XD I think we need to get a proper one… I will ramble here in response to some reviews.

-Welsh buddy, you were watching the film too? DID YOU SEE THE BIT WITH THE HORSE?! WTF?!?!

-"Su-san used 'Beautiful Attack'!"
"CRITICAL HIT! It's SUPER EFFECTIVE!" This joke won the game. :/

-Person that knew Cornwall: WTF CORNWALL. I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY SAY, THEY ARE IN ENGLAND, AND THEREFORE, THEY ARE ENGLISH, DAMMIT. Bloody lunatics… that flash thing made me LOL though. XD

-FFFF SOMEONE FROM PERU?!?! I don't even know where that is…. WAIT WHAT PERU IS IN SOUTH AMERICA?! I thought it was in Asia! D: *This is why I fail.* Hello, Peru person! 8D *Waves*

Anyhow, I promised this would be epic. So, I hope it is.

FFFFF I am going to get beaten up for this one.

It's a random battle. Random enemy. Just imagine its… Prussia or something, I dunno. XD

Love has no place on the battle field.

Above the thunder of hooves and the clashing of metal, he searched frantically. So many people, soldiers, falling like leaves from a tree in autumn to settle amongst the earth in bright shades of red. He picked away his round them, one two, one two, careful not to tread on their fingers or limbs even if the could no longer feel pain. The sky above was a dark shade of grey, threatening them with rain, and below them, against the back ground, flags flew, some tattered, some new. Insignias burned everywhere, and fabric was lost to the wind which rattled armor.

Fighting was a terrible thing.

His own horse was slain in a flash as its legs became detached from its body in a neat swing of steel, so he had been forced to leap away from it in panic. Shield up high, blocking arrows, he had completely become preoccupied with the task of staying alive, and had lost Su-san in the fray. The man himself had not opted for horse back and had instead preferred to stay on the ground with his heavily armored troops beside him. Finland thought his dazzling white stallion decorated with the Finnish flag colours was far more attractive, however.

Struggling as a sword came down to clip his shield, he darted to the side and swiped upwards, leaving the man he was fighting with in a crumpled heap. It was either him, or himself.

"Su-san!" He cried, braking into a run. The Finnish soldiers watched him run, but continued on fighting. He could see Swedish fighters all around him, bearing their heavy weapons like twigs, yellow burning at their hearts, and fire blazing in their eyes. He was still clearly alive, somewhere, in this living graveyard, otherwise the Swedish men would have vanished entirely from the area. But the question was, where?

A trait that he had noticed was that all Swedish men appeared to be tall. Which was quite annoying. The only thing that distinguished Su-san to the others was that his military uniform was a brighter blue, and his amour looked lighter and not-as-long as the others. Also, he didn't carry a shield with him; Tino had rattled on about his safety, and at the end of it, the man had said nothing and still refused to carry a shield.

He crunched an enemies face between his boot and ignored it, trying to erase that face from his head. He twirled his weapon to the side and struck someone on the back, before lunging at a man whose stomach was open and easy to reach. He thrust the sword out, and yet again, ignored that face of that man he had felled, and effectively labeled him as an 'enemy', rather than 'that-man-with-blue-eyes-and-brown-hair-that-might-have-a-family'.

And suddenly, there was a flash of blue which caught his attention.

"Su-sa-"

He felt something shard just whip past his neck, and he fell back to narrowly avoid it, and when he looked up? There was a man, holding a sword up at his neck, smiling.

1.24 seconds.

Oh god why me where is he why didn't he stay with me am I that useless can't I even fight he got behind me so fast but I am sure I saw him but what if he doesn't see me oh god I am going to die right here right now and I will never see him ever again-

1.24 seconds. All of that happened in that space of time.

And in that exact time, the sword fell on him, but instead of his neck, it was jammed in-between a spot near his heart and his shoulder, and Fin watched in horror as his shirt begun to get bloody.

0.34 seconds.

Almost immediately after that, the enemies arm was hacked off and it fell with a dull thud as the man screamed in terror. He wobbled and jerked to the side as the butt of a sword was cracked against his temple, enough to crack something, and he died on his feet, yet his body staggered on until it fell, its blank gaze on the sky above.

In front of him stood Su-san, and he would have cried in happiness, if it wasn't for the sword sticking out of him. He could feel the blood overflowing from his lips, pooling on his tongue, making his mouth hot. His heart was alight with pain, yet cold with the touch of metal, and he shivered. He could do nothing more.

Su-san dropped swiftly to a crouch and shook him out of his shock.

"Fin? Fin?"

It was a rare emotion, but Tino saw worry and confusion in those eyes that were so often clouded and hard to read. He swallowed thickly, but could not talk as his lungs seemed to drown in liquid. He shook his head numbly to show he was still there.

Su-san looked down to the floor and gritted his teeth. Finland knew what he was thinking, and raised an arm to show he wasn't blaming him for anything. Tears were falling from the Finnish boys eyes, from that far away pain that was turning into a dull ache, and from the amount of emotion that clung to the air. People were still falling all around him, slowly, their faces twisted, and he, already on the floor, felt the blanket of unconsciousness beginning to wrap itself around him, steadily, steadily…

"Fin!"

That voice snapped him out of it again. He was shook lighty.

"Y' ok? Y' ok?" Their was panic in his voice, and it was making it strained. He turned his head dimly to the side and could not answer him.

"Fin… Pleas' tell m' y' ar' ok, right?" The shaking came, but e could barely feel it this time. "Right?"

His head dipped in exhaustion but his eyes remained open. The corners were blurring into blank spaces in his vision… it was not good. He couldn't stay awake. His voice suddenly found himself, and he worked his tongue slowly.

"Su-san…" His voice was strangled. "Take it out…" His hand weakly grasped the hilt on the sword and he grimaced. Although he couldn't technically die, the pain was horrible, and because he wouldn't die, it wouldn't matter if it was removed. Su-san nodded, understanding the request, and put his hand over Tino's at the hilt.

They decided to say nothing. Su-san looked away, and so did Tino, and the blade slid out from between his ribs, and he gasped at the sudden warmth that gathered there. Before he slumped, however, he was pooled into a tight hug against Su-sans chest, were his face was against the warmer fabric. The tears came again, this time, through the agony. It hurt, it hurt.

But he was being selfish.

"G-go fight…" He mumbled against the older man, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please, g-go win…"

"What?!" The exclamation was loud. Su-san wouldn't leave him, not for anything now. If this fight was lost, then… "I'm no' leavin' y'."

"Please…?"

"I am NOT leavin' y'."

"Su-san…" He felt a bubble in his throat somewhere, and more blood spilled from his mouth. His body began to shake violently with the loss of blood as he went pale, ghostly pale, and he began to choke up again.

"We can't loose, Su-san!!" He hacked out. "We can't!"

"I-I can't leav' y'…"

The hug was loosened, and now it was Fins blood on Su-sans uniform. The boy breathed a sigh that emptied his lungs, and raised his hands slowly. He placed both of them over Su-sans heart tenderly, and closed his eyes.

"Love has no place on the battle field…" He murmured, and kept his hands there.

The two sat in silence, as all around them, the world crashed.

It was taking effect. Everywhere, Finnish soldiers were getting more and more tired, and they were falling so fast in was unbelievable. Sweden whipped his head round this way and that to count them, but they were falling too fast. This fight was over. Finland had been dealt a hard blow, and they could not keep fighting like that.

"I lov' y'."

Never before had those words been spoken with such meaning.

Su-san suddenly stood up, looking mightier than he had ever done before, and roared, like a wild animal, teeth glistening in the dying light. He embodied them, he became the passion and the will to fight that every Swedish person had, and his being became a beacon of light in the darkness. On the field, every Swedish person heard a call somewhere, and continued to fight valiantly, but picked up speed for reasons that they did not know.

"Pick 'em up! Retreat!"

He wasn't speaking to them, he was them. Swedish soldiers everywhere suddenly went on defensive, and began searching the ground whilst dodging all the same. Some died whilst doing this, but the ones who didn't stood stronger with every breath. They were looking for them. And they found them, every know and then.

It was a sight that Tino never got to see.

Everywhere, Swedish fighters were picking up Finnish soldiers who were still alive but wounded, and with their guards still up, backed away. The few Finnish soldiers who were standing forgot their panic, and began to help their allies, picking up the injured, and running retreating with them. He enemy stopped fighting, absolutely baffled. They watched with eyes that were slowly dimming, blood lust gone.

And in his own arms was Tino, and he ran with his people, back to their stronghold, sword high. There was no shame in retreating if they were going to loose. It was blind panic, but it worked. The floor was still littered with people, but these ones were no longer breathing. The remnants of the Finnish army now resided in the Swedish army arms, or on their shoulders, or being dragged one by one.

Tino opened a hazy eye to watch his people being saved, and something lit up inside him. They did not win, but they were going to be safe. He looked up into Su-sans eyes, and the man looked down.

The words ghosted his face, before he gave in to the comfort of anothers arms.

"Love is everywhere, even on a battlefield."

If its confusing, I do not blame you, I am confused myself, LOL. :/

Basically, I think that if the countries 'person' was ever hurt in a war, it would represent the collective hurt of all the people they stand for. So, Tino being hurt so easily was because his army was getting their asses kicked.

Which wouldn't really happen, because Finland's army was very strong… BUT IT WAS NEEDED FOR THE FLUFF, KAY?

Anyhow, this one was a little bit... different, y' know? I don't know why, I just felt like being descriptive. X3

Gotta dash! I have work to be done HOHOHOHOHOOHOHHOH-

Loving you all,

HHF~ x

PS: Sorry, Finnish people, you know you rock!