Multi POV
Lukas leaned thoughtfully against the tree in the snowy mountains, the picture of calm, yet simultaneously feeling annoyance in waiting for his companions. His face was expressionless, but if one paid close attention, they would notice his hands were clenched into fists. He wasn't surprised if Matthias was slowing them down, but he expected Emil and Berwald to be reliable in full. He also wasn't nervous over the magical explosives he'd created to cause the rock slide he needed. Lukas never got nervous, especially not when it came to magical issues.
However, he was a tad concerned and irritated on the fact that Matthias was helping to plant them. The man was loud, and obnoxious, but ultimately it was his unpredictable nature that clashed with Lukas since he met him. Not to mention the fact that most of that wasn't actually his inner personality, a lot of that was a mask. Matthias tried acting like an overconfident idiot all the time because he didn't want to seem vulnerable. But since they'd left to complete this mission, that mask was slowly dissolving. He'd been semi-quieter lately, signaling this change.
It still didn't mean he didn't do a damn good job acting like the façade was real. It still didn't mean Lukas wasn't annoyed at waiting for them either. But at least now his wait was over.
"Lukas!"
"Big Brother." He automatically corrected. Emil frowned, but didn't try arguing with him.
"The charges are all set, they should go off at any moment!" Emil reported quickly, trying to keep a cool exterior, but failing, unlike Lukas. He wrung his hands and his eyes were alight with a fire of indignation. "We'll finally be able to get some of those poor women and kids out of here! Are you sure they'll be safe with Regnoc's troops?"
Lukas nodded. "They've established an excellent refugee camp far from the frontlines. Arthur always was particular about those details." He spoke in a manner that made it clear how high his opinion of his kingly friend was.
Berwald couldn't help but agree on that opinion as he sidled up beside the two brothers with Matthias close at hand. Matthias was of the opposite opinion because the more he saw of the Wang's atrocities, the very people he'd once admired, the more he wanted this damn brand from that stupid king off of his arm because it served as a reminder of just what he had been working for, and just how much people didn't trust him.
"All right, the explosion will make it seem like a natural rockslide and avalanche blocked their path. Then we'll ambush the first half of the prisoner train, and then move on to the next one." His friends nodded at Lukas' resolute words. They'd already gone over the plan many times. Block the path. Freeze the engines. Incapacitate the guards in the carts, then the ones clearing the boulders. Free the prisoners, who were mainly citizens of Reenson, women and children. Transport them to the refugee camp. It might've been simpler to just take over the train and run , but if they went off the course the Wang was expecting with one of their own trains, they'd send a whole platoon of soldiers to track them down instead of just the train crew, and then things would get unnecessarily bloody. Not to mention the tracks went the exact opposite of the way of safety.
The tricky part, however, was getting the second half of the prisoner train. A rarity in the world where most transportation was by horse, train systems were only available to the most wealthy countries. Espron had them before it was conquered, and Wang had them currently being built in Reenson. When not used to transport troops and supplies, it wasn't shocking that prisoners were moved by train. It was faster and more difficult to stop them that way.
Like all other prisoner transports, to maintain order they split up the prisoners into two groups until they reached either mass execution or prison camps. Just weeks ago there had been a massive massacre of Reenson's soldiers in their prisoner of war camps. Dragged from their beds then shot. Completely horrendous. The train was two large sections of carts for two separate groups of prisoners, so they could easily disconnect and move in another direction (by rolling or the emergency hand-cranked engines) if one was overtaken. They had to prevent an alarm being sounded at least until they had entered the second section of carts to prevent this.
The second group, just like the first, had only civilian prisoners. The difference was, that some of these civilians were citizens with important connections. Hostages of Reensonian nobles, or wives and children of military officials. Even people captured by the spy network under Tao Kaoru for whatever reason he dictated. They would be being carried in the carts at the back of the train's second section.
Berwald's spectacles flashed from the moonlight as he turned around. Tino...m'wife...He was willing to get down on his knees and beg to the heavens that Tino was amongst those prisoners if that would make it true. If he wasn't...time was running short before Tao realized that Berwald hadn't returned from his mercenary work. If he knew what Berwald had done, he would kill Tino. Berwald shook his head abruptly. The thought was too horrible.
Lukas suddenly held up a hand. "All right? Now!" He murmured softly.
A spark of magic fell from his hand, snaked up the mountain to just below the crest of it, barely visible. It lingered for a moment, as Lukas muttered softly "Displode!" A sudden flash came of from beneath the soil, where the charges were planted. A deafening crack of something like thunder assaulted their ears, shattering the peaceful chirp silence and the swish of the night's wind through the trees and mountain cliffs. A sudden rumble of rocks came rampaging down the mountains, slamming down in a sudden pile across the mountain tracks.
The four men instinctively ducked behind the snowy hill for protection. Dusty dirt and snow settled slowly around them, and Lukas closed his dark blue eyes to protect them from the irritations.
"You weren't showing off again, were you Lukas?" Emil's voice snarked at him from somewhere off to his right. Lukas opened his eyes to see Matthias staring in surprise at him. Berwald, as usual, was unreadable. His face was stuck in the constant expression of 'death glare', even when not angry.
"Of course not." He replied calmly.
"Then why did there have to be so much noise? You could've done it quietly."
Lukas didn't reply.
So all to do now was wait. Then they would carry out the ambush on the first half. But Matthias seemed, oddly enough, a bit happy now.
"This will be a great fight. I get to kick some demon ass!" He smiled and turned himself on his side on the grassy hill.
"You shouldn't be so thrilled about this. This is a serious situation! You have to be careful." Emil muttered while his puffin tried to nestle himself more comfortably on his owner's shoulder.
"Geez, no reason to get pissy. It's just my way of breaking the ice. Excuse me for trying to get you guys pumped!" The spiky-haired man deflated a little. Berwald placed a hand on his shoulder.
"'s okay. Th'nks, Matthias. Y' a good fr'nd..." Matthias felt his face redden a little in embarrassment, but was actually quite pleased. He smiled.
Maybe I am getting the hang of this friend thing...
A pair of gloves landed smack in Matthias' face.
"Huh?"
"We're in for a long night...You have a coat, but your hands might get cold." Lukas didn't look at him, his eyes still fixed on the mountain path. It was true though, they could all see their breath in the cold air. Emil then passed him a small canister of something.
"What?"
"It's some soup I made, to keep us warm too. Pass it on to Berwald after you've had some." Matthias carefully took a sip, partially to try it, partially to hide his now full-blown grin. In his years as a mercenary, he'd never felt a comfortable silence on a stakeout like this. It was nice...hanging out with these guys. Even better than with the all the other stuffy people Berwald and him had been traveling with before this mission. Not to mention the soup was amazing, some kind of fish tasting stuff with delicious savory and salty flavors. It warmed him right down to his toes. Then he passed the canister on to Berwald.
But Berwald suddenly tensed and pointed from their hiding place. "Th'y're h're..." He mumbled, and Matthias jerked his head around so hard he gave himself whiplash. The young man carefully felt for the battle axe strapped to his back. Emil tensed as well, a hand on his baton. Berwald was armed with his club, Lukas with his ice magic.
Surely enough, they heard the sound of the train coming. But the sound slowed to a stop as the soldiers spotted the boulders across the path of the tracks. Emil's eyes narrowed. At least these men weren't demon-possessed. Oh, no, those men would be reserved for the second half of the prisoners.
"Damn it! A rockslide!? When did this happen?" One of the soldiers swore like a sailor as he stared at the blockage. His friend slapped him on the shoulder.
"Calm down, our subordinates will get it cleared and then move on. See? They're already making progress." The lower ranked were moving the boulders, grunting and sweating heavily as they worked. No one even noticed the two shadows slip into the first cart of the train.
"Hey, Ed. Doesn't this rockslide seem a little strange to you?" An engineer muttered to his co-worker. There was no reply.
"Ed?" He turned around.
"UGH!" Emil's baton made painful contact with the second engineer, leaving them both unconscious on the floor. Lukas' hand slipped over the flames of the steam engine's burning coal and whispered a few words.
In a few seconds the lumps of coal transcended into shards of ice. But the door opened just as this happened. The soldier stared in disbelief at the two of them. He started to shout, but ice swallowed up his body up to just below his mouth, still allowing him to breathe but not move.
"Come on!" Emil grunted as he crawled up through the window, onto the top of the silent train.
Matthias and Berwald were already crawling along the outside of the train, alongside the top. No one had noticed them yet, and they intended to keep it that way. They had only a certain amount of time until the boulders would be cleared, and then the soldiers would discover the frozen engines. They had to reach the second half of the train, just at the connection of the two sections of carts, before the alarm was sounded.
"Here!" Matthias exclaimed as he caught sight of an empty cart through the window. He quickly kicked the glass in(certain that no one heard), and muddled his way into the cart through the window. He landed with a soft thump!
"All right! Now we've got to-Berwald?" Matthias froze, feeling shock jolt through him from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes. Berwald was staring back at him, thinking about how embarrassed he was on the inside.
"H'lp...I'm st'ck..." Shamefaced(at least for him), Berwald stared at the floor, his body from the torso down sticking outside in the cold night air, while the rest of him was stuck poking inside through the window.
"Are you kidding me!?" The spiky-haired man groaned and grabbed Berwald's arms. He braced himself with one leg against the wall.
"All right...heave!" Matthias grunted and pulled with all his might. After a few humiliating moments, Berwald's body slipped through the small window. For a moment he remained on the floor, his entire face wanting to burn. Thank God Tino didn't see that...
Berwald was suddenly alert, grabbing Matthias and pulling him behind the corner to hide.
"Wha-" Matthias was quickly silenced by a large gloved hand. They could hear voices approaching. But it wasn't like a conversation...more like a strange series of hisses. It made the hair on the back of their necks stand up. Ever so carefully, still holding Matthias, Berwald peered around the corner. Two soldiers passed them, their eyes red with slit-pupils, none the wiser to the two intruders on board. They cackled in the terrible hisses as they passed. Berwald released his shorter friend.
"So-so that's demon possession." Matthias laughed a little, thoroughly unnerved. Berwald didn't answer, instead he suddenly rushed out into the hallway, and before the soldiers could react, the tall man grabbed them by the necks and slammed their heads against the ground. Their eyes rolled back in their heads.
"Done." He reported, looking back up at Matthias in the doorway. Matthias shook his head in disbelief as he followed the now hurrying Berwald down the hallway. Berwald may've looked like he was dangerously furious all the time, but he was really quite gentle. Knocking two guys out like that so quickly was a pretty strange action for Matthias to see Berwald do.
"So if our mission is to knock out the guards and free the prisoners, where the hell are th-" Matthias paused in peering into one of the passenger carts as Berwald slammed another soldier's head against the wall of the train. He winced.
"Damn, he'll be feeling that one in the morning..." Matthias reached for the handle of the door, froze as he saw the small knob begin to turn before he even touched it, and found his opposite hand grasping his battle axe's handle. But who opened the door to stare up at him surprised him. A big-eyed little girl, no older than 2 and wearing a man's shirt for a dress promptly burst into tears at the sight of the two strange men before her. Instantly, Matthias began to panic.
"Wha-!? What are we supposed to do!?" He knelt down and gave a half-hearted attempt to calming her by patting her arm in a comforting manner. She began to wail even louder.
"Oh, shit!" Matthias yelped.
"Muuutti! Mutti!" She sobbed miserably. Suddenly, a pair of large, strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her up against a broad chest. She hiccupped in surprise at the large man holding her and gently humming to her. The little girl's tears stopped.
Matthias stared in disbelief. Berwald was acting like...a parent?
"H-how did-?"
"Sh' w'nts h' m'ther. Th's 's what h' m'ther would d'..." Berwald replied softly as the little girl, seemingly unaffected by his frightening visage, tried to grab at his glasses. As gentle as he would be with a kitten, Berwald pushed her little hand away.
"Well, there was no one else in that room with her, so I'm guessing her ma must've been separated from her. Maybe they caught her smuggling something aboard and took her away for questioning. At least we finally found someone."
Matthias took notice at a few doors ahead of them timidly opening, and women peeking out from the inside at them and the unconscious guards.
"Looks like we found a lot of someones..." Berwald suddenly placed the little girl in Matthias' arms.
"Wait! Why do I have to hold her?"
"W' h've t' f'nd h' m'ther..." Berwald replied, taking the lead again.
"Aw, geez!" Matthias groaned and suddenly a fat little fist grabbed his spiky orange hair and pulled.
"OW! THAT HURTS!"
"Here's the last fuel reserve, are they still busy?" Lukas knelt over the huge cart of coal-fuel for the frozen engines ahead. Emil was staring from his telescope down at the decreasing roadblock in front of the train.
"They've almost got it clear! Hurry up!" Lukas placed his hands against the coal, blackening them. He began to whisper under bated breath for the coal to turn to ice when a sudden cry broke his concentration.
"Hey! Oh no! That one sees us!" A snarl of a demon confirmed Emil's gasp.
Another demon-soldier came flying at Berwald, but he struck the possessed man across the jaw with his club, shattering his teeth. Minor demons, weaklings, none of the ones they needed to worry about yet. The prisoners they had freed had stayed behind, binding their unconscious captors-now their captives- and looking to flee the train when instructed by Lukas and Emil after they were done freezing the fuel reserves and taking out the men clearing the path-blocker when they noticed the fuel was now ice.
But Berwald had refused to let Matthias leave the child he was holding with one of the women to look after her. He was dead set on seeing her reunited with her mother, and perhaps someday, if he was still alive, her father. Perhaps it was because the paternal instinct within him. Perhaps it was because he knew the terrible pain of being separated from the person you love. Either way, he was determined even more now. The mother, and Tino, had to be on the second half of the train, which they were almost at the connector of.
If he had a child he'd do anything to protect them and care for them.
They suddenly ducked behind a corner, and Berwald shoved Matthias behind him. They heard voices, the horrible, hissing voices, from the soldiers before. But now they were harshly questioning someone.
"We saw you speaking with our subordinate. Trying to bribe him into letting you go free?" They heard a hard slap of skin against skin, and a woman crying. The little girl in Matthias' arms began to whimper. He raised his eyebrows. Was that woman-?
"I-I-I'm sorry! I just want to get out of here alive! A-and with my daughter! We're no one! We won't breathe a word of any of the prisoner trains to anyone! We just want to go on with our lives." The woman was begging, pleading now, but she was met with a new kind of hissing that must've been laughing.
"Sorry, sweetheart, you just made a royal mistake that'll ensure you'll never leave this train alive!" The woman suddenly started to scream, and Berwald and Matthias could stay still no longer. Matthias plopped the little girl on the floor, and dove around the corner, his battle axe in hand. He rolled, came up on one knee, and released his hold on his axe, sending it into the ribcage of the now serpentine body of the snake-demon soldier. It met the bones with a sickening crack and wet thump, and Matthias face held a look of fiery anger.
The snake-demon suddenly screeched in pain and released the woman he'd been holding with his tail and pulled back, thrashing while green blood poured from the wound. Matthias ran up to the demon without hesitation, incredibly fast on his feet, and pulled his axe free from the scaly skin. The second demon, a black serpent instead of green like it's ally, snaked down to crush Matthias in a vice-like grip, but just as it circled around him, another body jumped into the circle of snake tail and pushed the enclosing tail apart with brute strength. That same strongman brought his boot down in a bone-breaking stomp on the snake's back as he dragged his friend up along with him away from the danger of the strangling tail.
The woman sobbed hysterically in fear from her place on the floor, and tried to step around the corner to get away. That's when she caught sight of her daughter and began to cry even harder, swooping her up into a large mess of kisses and exclamations. She ran fast, carrying the little girl away with her.
Meanwhile, the snake demon that had been axed by Matthias tried to take a bite out of Berwald's shoulder from behind. Berwald looked over his shoulder while pressing the black snake demon's gaping jaws back with his club.
''BERWALD!" Matthias shoved his friend out of the way. Fangs raked his side. He cried out in sheer agony, barely able to form a coherent thought from the terrible burning pain. His battle axe landed beside Berwald.
Berwald's eyesight suddenly tinged red. Fury, the frightening kind that you could only see from someone meant to protect but was now pushed to the brink, took over every movement in his body. These-these monsters had hurt Matthias! His dear, dear friend! The loud, annoying, but ultimately well-meaning guy who was trying to better his life now. The one who yelled his battle cries before being the first to charge, who made Lukas irritated to the point of strangling him, who went on and on about starting a brewery! Just after separating Berwald from the person he loved, this was the most unforgivable thing these demons had ever done.
He grabbed Matthias' battle axe, and pivoted, slamming the club up inside the throat of the snake demon, choking it. He used the painful handhold to pull himself up with all his might onto the head of the snake. Letting go of the club to release it down the snake demon's throat, lodging it in a continuously choking position, Berwald raised the battle axe. He slammed it into the giant serpent's head with all his might, killing it instantly.
Then, Berwald jumped off of the black snake's back and dove towards the green snake demon. The snake stared at him in complete shocked. But Berwald didn't hesitate. He leapt up into the snake's face, seizing it's two large fangs in a firm grip, and turned his grip hard. SNAP! The snake screamed. But not for long. Two fangs pierced its throat, silencing it. The essences of the dead demons melted away, leaving two knocked out unlucky bastards who would each have one hell of a headache when they woke up.
"Matthias!" Berwald knelt urgently over his friend. But as he reached to tend to the wound, Matthias shoved his hand away. He sat up with a grin.
"I'm all right. It's just a little baby scratch!" He laughed. Still concerned, Berwald was about to say something when they heard footsteps behind them.
A sudden, shrill shrieking siren cut through the air. The woman from before, still holding her small daughter, was in tears.
"I'm sorry. There's no way to escape and if I had another offense of not reporting you, that'd be the end of me and Addie!" Berwald was numb with horror that the alarm had already been sounded this early, but in some sort of way he understood. This woman had lost all hope of anything except surviving these horrors with her little girl-with her Addie. She had believed because there was no hope, that sounding the alarm on them was the only way to protect her little girl. Even though that woman was wrong in what she did, Berwald understood her motive.
He'd do anything to protect Tino and his child, if he had one.
But he still had to protect his own. They could hear the second section of carts already detaching behind them. That was where Tino was. Berwald didn't have certain information on that, but that was something he truly believed. He sure as hell wasn't going to let his wife be taken from him again. He and Matthias kicked in the locked door in front of them, and saw the second section of train carts whistling away behind them. They sprinted. Jumped. Landed on the edge of the detached train carts.
Lukas yelled barely in time. "RETRORSUM!" The wolf-demon suddenly froze in his sprint towards them on top of the train, before being sent flying backwards like he was shot from a cannon. Emil looked relieved but suddenly his eyes widened in horror. There was a series of sirens screaming through the night. The alarm! Through his scope he saw the second half of train carts detaching and Berwald and Matthias jumping aboard.
"They might need our help, but we haven't taken out the front soldiers yet!" Emil cried looking back at his brother.
"We can come back later, the lack of fuel will keep them busy." Lukas replied. Emil gasped.
Lukas stood up from the pile of what was now ice in the fuel cart. But there was something else, something long and flat made out of ice that he was standing on.
"You aren't serious-" Lukas grabbed his brother on top of the board, put his brother's hands around his waist, and pushed off of the train's slick top as a sort of push-off point. Then they were hurtling down the train's top, cold air slapping their cheeks. Emil nearly crushed the air out of Lukas' lungs from the surprise of the strange maneuver. Then they met the end of the first section of train, used it as ski jump, and took off tearing down the mountainside after the second section of train careening down the mountain on their make-shift snowboard.
Delicate hands reached up and pushed white-blonde bangs away from a forehead. The young man sighed and slumped in his seat. "How did everything go so wrong?" He asked himself aloud. He knew he should be grateful Tao had spared his life this long, but at what a price. He could barely imagine what sort of suffering and guilt Tao was putting Berwald through in exchange for his life. Tears formed in innocent violet eyes, and he now put his hands over his eyes.
"I...I never want to see him like that...!" When he had first been nursing Berwald back to health, he couldn't count the number of times Berwald had woken up, terribly shaken by nightmares of being alone, and harming others.
Tino felt sick, scared, on the brink of hopelessness. If there was any way things could get better, he would do anything to make it so. But there was no such miracle coming...was there?
"TINO! M'WIFE!" Hands quickly pulled away from teary eyes, and Tino straightened like a lightning bolt had hit him. There...there was no way...he was hallucinating, hallucinating from lack of sleep! That had to be it, because if not...!
"Berwald." Tino whispered, hope filling his heart, making it flutter.
"TINO! WHERE 'RE Y'!?" The deep voice called again, accompanied by the sounds of fighting. Now he knew it for certain. This wasn't a dream, or a hallucination, or any kind of mirage! This was real! He was here!
"BERWALD!" Tino screamed in joy, replying back to the one calling for him. He got up from his seat, ran to the door, and pulled it open. As he did, he saw the sight he'd been dreaming of since he was abducted.
Berwald had several unconscious guards around him, his usually frightening expression on his face. His blonde hair, blue eyes, spectacles, tall imposing build! Oh, Holy Martin Luther! Berwald was really here!
Berwald caught sight of Tino, and his vision instantly tunneled. Tino was all he saw. There was his wife, his sweet, beautiful, wonderful Tino! After all this time! They moved simultaneously, shy, almost as though they were afraid the other would disappear, but quickly as they couldn't wait to see each other. Then, they embraced. They held each other for what seemed like forever. Tino gave a muffled, crying, little laugh.
"D'n't cry, Tino. 'M here." Berwald assured him.
"I know! I just...I thought I would never see you again!" Berwald stepped back a little, but kept his hands on Tino's shoulders, not letting him go, but to let another person see him.
"Matthias, th's 's m'wife, Tino. Tino, th's 's m'friend, Matthias." He introduced them to each other.
"It's nice to meet you!" Tino exclaimed as he wiped tears away. Matthias blinked. He blinked again. Berwald's wife...was a guy? He blinked a third time. Then he looked back and forth at the two of them together, happy. He stepped forward and placed a hand on Tino's shoulder.
"Good to meet you too, Tino. You mean a lot to Berwald, so let's get out of here so you guys can go home." Matthias grinned. This wasn't what he was expecting, but Berwald was his friend, so what did it matter?
But they did have to get out of here, since they were still tearing down the mountainside! His expression suddenly became focused again. They had to stop the train, but how!? Suddenly a voice called out to them, from the side window.
"YOU GUYS!" Emil yelled, as their friends stepped out onto the back of the runaway train. Matthias' jaw dropped.
"YOU TWO ARE FREAKING SNOWBOARDING!? THAT'S AWESOME!" Emil somehow knew his older brother was smirking on the inside, and pulled his face back to avoid getting hit by his brother's blonde hair whipping around.
"GET ON! WE'RE GOING TO GO UP BY FRONT OF THE TRAIN! LUKAS WILL STOP IT WITH ICE!" Matthias and Berwald instantly understood, and Berwald quickly placed someone small with white-blone hair on his back. Emil guessed that was his wife, but he couldn't focus on that right now. Lukas couldn't expend to much magic or he might be helpless with hallucinations afterwards. Emil might've wished sometimes that he was a magic-user, but he never wanted to get Magic Drunk. At least Lukas wasn't as bad as King Arthur...
They slid up close besides the train, and all at once, Matthias and Berwald jumped onto the snowboard, Berwald holding on to the person on his back. It teetered them off balance for one, frightening moment, but Lukas quickly regained control. Then, here came the heart-stopping moment. They sped up as they shifted their weight forward. They were right beside the crazed train's front now. Lukas held out one hand beside them, and his eyes and hand began glowing blue. He focused chanting low, under his breath, then-
"OBICE GLACIES! BARRIERE!" The force of the powerful magic threw the train sideways, created a huge glacier with crushed ice to soften the blow, and the train hit its side against the glacier stopping its movement. Without Lukas' concentration to weaken how hard the train hit, there may've been many casualties, but aboard the train, only minor injuries had been inflicted.
For the snowboarders, the same couldn't be said. The force of Lukas' magic had thrown the five from the board and they had slammed painfully into freezing mountain snow banks. Lukas had been particularly unlucky. His leg had hit a pine tree's trunk. He knew he hadn't imagined that sickening crack!
"Lukas!" Emil cried, struggling to stand up in the deep snow and reach his brother. To the outsider, nothing in Lukas' expression had changed, but Emil knew when something was wrong. Was his older brother hurt?
Berwald was helping Tino to his feet, while he wondered where Matthias had landed in the snow. He looked around. Then he looked back at Lukas. Not for the first time that night, Berwald felt fear.
"NO! LUKAS!" With his leg broken, and his magic exhausted from that spell, Lukas was unable to defend himself as a snarling monster from the train wreckage ran towards him.
He looked up just in time to see a huge pair of fangs coming down on top of him.
Oh, well that's unfortunate... The wizard thought.
"BIG BROTHER!"
"NO!" A sudden shield of black coat and spiky orange hair blocked Lukas' view. Matthias...?
A/N: SCHOOL IS SUCH A PAIN! It's been keeping me so busy that I haven't been able to write like I wanted to! I hate waiting between updates that long! I will try to update sooner next time! Don't worry guys, we will be getting back to Elizaveta's group soon, but we have to finish our favorite Nordics POV and Arthur's mission first! ;) Thanks for all your wonderful reviews guys, when I first started this story I never imagined that I would have so many people liking it! I'm amazed! Thank you! :D