The young Finn tossed in his sleep walking Ivan, "Tino…" The Russian looked off the side off his bed down at Tino, "Tino wake up!"
Tino gasped and woke with a start, "H-Huh!?"
"You were having a bad dream again, da?" Ivan's voice soothed to a calming whisper. The Finn nodded as a whimper slipped from his lips, "It's been almost a week…"
"I-I know…B-But the sight of G-Ginger…"
Ivan sighed and jumped down from his bed and sat on the edge of Tino's, "I know…But we have to move on. You'll grow up to run this castle…"
"But I don't want to!" Tears built in his eyes, "I don't want to take mama's place!"
Ivan was silent for a moment when a dark violet aura formed around him, "You don't understand…" His voice was deep and echoed with a second voice.
"H-Huh?" Tino's eyes widened and he began to shake.
"Taking our parents places is why we are born…" Ivan seemed to glare into Tino's soul with almost black, purple eyes causing Tino to pull his legs closer to him, "If we don't…she won't be very happy…"
"Sh-She? Y-You've seen the woman too!?" The Finn looked at his Russian brother with wider eyes.
"Seen her? I've met her…"
"Wh-Wha—" Tino was cut off as the woman appeared behind Ivan, laughing, laughing at him.
Tino woke with a start. He sat up more and looked around, "Ya 'lr'ght?"
The Finn looked at the Swede sitting in the couch opposite of him, "Ye..." His voice cracked slightly so he cleared his throat, "Yes…"
"Ya w're hav'n' a bad dream, 'gain?" Tino looked down his eyes widening. After a few minutes the Swede asked the same thing, not changing his words, "Ya w're hav'n' a bad dream?"
Tino shook his head slightly, looking back up with his normal look, "Maybe…How would I know? I don't dream anymore…" Berwald looked him over a moment before accepting the answer, "How much longer until we arrive?"
"'bout h'lf 'n hour...Why 're we go'n' ta t'wn?...In th's none the l'ss…" He looked at the interior of the carriage.
"We need to pick some small things up for winter…and this is a much easier way of travel."