Ch. 11 Death

A Finnish scream echoes through the cabin. I wish I could say all was well, that a living Sweden waited behind the door. That they embraced each other, and shared a happily ever after.

But it didn't go that way.

When Finland opened the door, Sweden lay dead, cold on the floor. His endless eyes remained open, staring at a ceiling he could not see. His eyebrows were raised instead of furrowed.

Blood from his last cough still dribbled down his chin. Finland collapsed next to the body, sobs racking his tiny frame. He cradled the body in his arms as the soul he had tried so hard to save flew beyond the clouds, beyond the Sun, and even higher.

A/N:

This was going to be my last chapter but I changed my mind. My favorite number is twelve, so why not? Thanks for reading, please review!