A/N: A time traveling Norway and Fem!Scotland.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.


Taking one last look at the burning bodies, the mourning people left and the nations with grim faces, Kristian burned the image into his mind. This was what would happen should he fail. This would be his motivation to succeed, this was what would allow him to ensure victory before it all began. He would give them back the future they should have had.

Arming himself, the Norwegian knew he had to make sure he was ready for everything - in case he got out at the wrong time. He couldn't be a hundred percent certain how far back he'd be able to go but at least he could be one more helping hand all the same. And that might be all that the world needed to win without so many losses.

Opening the book he'd found for this purpose, he chanted the spell on the pages and watched a portal open up a few meters away. Taking the needed steps to pass through it, he heard, much too late, another set of steps behind him. Kristian turned around the second he arrived only to be greeted with the determined face of Iona. Fuck.

"You should not have followed me," He frowned slightly at her before glancing around them to see where they'd arrived if not when. The grass was green, the air looked clean and he could hear birds singing in the woods - they'd gone further back than he'd hoped.

"Where are we?" She questioned him, looking around with surprise, now. "Everything looks healthy, like there was no war. How is it possible?"

"It's not where, Scotland, it's when. We've gone back three years in time," He admitted, now certain of where they were, as well. They'd landed in his country, very close to the Trolls. And that was good, this meant he would not have to go look for them later on. Though he couldn't help but wonder how the woman with him would react to them, he didn't think she'd ever seen one of his Trolls before.