*WARNING*

I DO NOT OWN HETALIA

When I was younger, Ber, Eduard and I all were wandering through the forest one day. In the middle of the forest, there was the Devil himself! He said that if we came to work for him, he would give us all the riches in the world! Berwald and I weren't so sure about it, but Eduard signed himself up immediately.

"There is a catch, however," The Devil said. "If you lose your temper, then I get to take enough hide off your back to sole a pair of shoes. Likewise, if I lose my temper, you can do the same." Eduard agreed anyway, and the Devil took him home and gave him his first task.

The Devil gave Eduard an axe and said; "Take this axe and go out behind the house to chop me some firewood." Eduard thought to himself,

'Chopping wood is easy enough, I'll get this done in no time.'

Eduard raised his axe up and hit the log, but found out soon enough that the axe was too dull to lay even a dent! He tried over and over again, but he couldn't cut a single log.

"This axe has no edge at all!" Eduard said, throwing the axe onto the ground. "Why would I stay here and waste my time with this?"

So Eduard ran away from the Devil's house, hoping he could escape from their agreement. The Devil, however, didn't plan on letting him escape. The Devil cornered him in the forest before asking why he was leaving.

"I don't want to work for you anymore!" Eduard cried. The Devil nodded.

"Very well," He said. "But don't lose your temper about it."

"I will so lose my temper!" Eduard said angrily. "How am I supposed to chop wood with that excuse of an axe?!"

Well," The Devil said with a smirk. "Since you've lost your temper, you must give me enough of your hide to sole a pair of boots!"

Eduard protested and pleaded all he could, but the Devil was sure on his decision. He took out a long knife and slit off Eduard's hide and made his boots.

When Eduard came back to us, he told us all about what happened. Berwald was really sure that he could take on the Devil, so he said goodbye to us and travelled to the Devil's house.

The Devil agreed to let Berwald work for him, but on the same conditions. Ber agreed, and the Devil gave him the same task. Now, as we all know, Berwald is a carpenter, so he knew right away that the axe wouldn't work. So Berwald went right up to the Devil and asked for a new axe.

"Hmm.." The Devil said, rubbing his chin. "I don't seem to have another one on me." Berwald got a bit upset, but tried to keep cool.

"What do I do now, then?" He asked. The Devil shrugged.

"Keep using that axe," The Devil said as if it were obvious.

"But it won't work!" Berwald protested. "How am I supposed to chop anything with this?"

"Figure it out," The Devil said, waving his hand to dismiss Berwald. "Just whatever you do, don't lose your temper."

"I will so lose my temper!" Berwald said, dropping the axe onto the ground. "This isn't fair!"

"It may be unfair," The Devil said, before smiling. "But since you lost your temper, you must give me enough of your hide to sole a pair of boots!"

Berwald begged and howled as much as he could, but the Devil did not listen. And so, off came a portion of his hide and he came back to us, telling us what happened. I got angry and decided to go prove the Devil wrong.

The Devil agreed to let me work for him, on the same conditions that Ber and Eduard had to work to. I agreed, and I was absolutely sure I wouldn't lose my temper.

The Devil gave me the same task he gave Berwald and Eduard, and I soon found out the same thing they found out. Instead of getting angry, however, I looked around for another axe or something sharp to chop with. I found the Devil's cat instead, who was foul and evil looking.

I soon found out that the cat was actually the reason the axe was so dull, so I tried chopping it's head off. As soon as I did, the axe regained it's sharpness and I went back to chopping wood. When I came back, the Devil asked;

"Did you chop all the wood?"

"Yes."

"How? That axe was extremely dull!" The Devil exclaimed. I led him outside and showed him the wood. The Devil looked really surprised.

"How did you do this? It's impossible!"

"I looked through the woodpile and found a cat," I told him.

"What did you do to the cat?" The Devil asked.

"I chopped it's head off and the axe became sharp again," I explained. The Devil looked really angry.

"What?! Didn't you know that was my cat?!"

"There there," I told him soothingly. "You aren't going to lose your temper over something as silly as a dead cat now, are you?" I asked. The Devil surpressed his anger quickly after that.

"No," He said, "But I must let you know I am very disappointed in your actions," He said, walking off.

The next day, the Devil gave me my next task. I was supposed to go out into the woods and bring some logs on the ox sledge.

"My dog will lead you there," The Devil said, calling his dog over. It was black and petite, and oh so cute! I just wanted to pet his little tummy! Oh, sorry, I got off track.

"As you're coming back, you must take exactly the same course as the dog takes. No excuses," The devil explained. I agreed and we went out to grab the logs. As the Devil said, the dog came to lead us back and we went exactly the way he went. But as we neared his house, the dog went through a hole in the fence that was much too small for the ox and sledge.

I couldn't lose my temper, so I thought and thought and thought of a solution. In the end, I decided to chop up the ox into pieces and push it into the hole. Then I did the same with the sled and the logs so they could fit through the hole, before going in myself.

That night at supper, the Devil asked if I did what he asked of me. I told him yes, and he looked very surprised once more.

"What?! You're telling me you brought the ox and the sledge and the logs all through the tiny hole in the fence?"

"Yes," I said with a smile on my face.

"But it's impossible!" The Devil exclaimed. I led him outside to show him exactly how I had done it, and he looked furious. He looked like he was about to shout and scream, but I stopped him by saying;

"Now now, you're not going to lose your temper over something as little as a petty problem like this, are you?"

"No.." The Devil sighed, "But I must say, I think you've acted horribly in this!"

That entire evening, the Devil ranted to his wife about me.

"We have to get rid of him! We have to! I can't live like this anymore!" He steamed to his wife.

"Well," His wife said, "If that's how you feel about him, why don't you just kill him while he's asleep? We could throw his body into the river and nobody would know the truth."

"That's a brilliant idea!" The Devil said enthusiastically. "Wake me up at midnight, then we'll go dispose of him."

Fortunately, I was walking by and I heard of their plan. Before midnight, when they were both asleep, I gently took his wife and carried her to my bed without waking her. Then I changed into the wife's clothes and snuck into bed with the Devil, shaking him awake. I told him it was time to kill 'me', so we crept to my room.

With one blow of an axe, the Devil cut off the head of the person lying in my bed.

"Now," the Devil said, "We'll just carry the bed and dump it into the river. Come along." We both worked hard all night, but we eventually dumped her into the river and far away from home.

The next morning, the Devil was terrified when he saw me cooking breakfast in the place of his wife.

"You! What are you doing here? Where is my wife?!" He asked frantically. I shrugged.

"We chopped off her head and threw her into the river last night, don't you remember?" The Devil looked outraged.

"What?!" He yelled.

"Now now, you aren't going to lose your temper over something as trivial as a dead wife, are you?" I said, but he didn't look like he was having it.

"I am so going to lose my temper!" He yelled. "That was my wife! How dare you! Get out!" He demanded, pointing at the door. I shook my head.

"You're forgetting something," I said, pointing to the Devil's back. "You promised me riches and enough of your hide to sole a pair of shoes."

As much as the Devil howled and protested, I was persistent and eventually he gave in. I came back to Eduard and Berwald with the sturdiest boots in all of Finland! I wore them for years and years on end, and they never even bore a scratch on them! Isn't that amazing?

And as for the devil, he fled out of the Nordic region and vowed never to come back, especially to Finland. And that is why you should never bargain with a Finn!

"The end!" Tino finished off, looking at the others expectantly for their reactions. They all looked a mix of surprised, disgusted and really, really concerned for Tino's sanity.

"You did WHAT?!" Matthias said, clearly terrified.

"You tricked him into murdering his wife?!" Emil asked, looking up from his phone and actually somewhat hiding behind Lukas.

"What's wrong with your stories?" Lukas asked, relishing in this moment to comfort Emil.

"That was.. Disturbing." Berwald muttered. The other three agreed.

"Hey! It still was interesting though, right?" Tino asked. They nodded again.

"Interesting, but really disturbing and totally not true." Matthias said.

"I took creative liberty, okay?" Tino said, defending himself. "Who wants to go next?"

"I guess I'll get this over with," Berwald said, grabbing the flashlight and clearing his throat.

This story was based off of the Finnish fairy tale "The Devil's Hide". You can find it on this website called fairy talez. com , which is a really awesome website! I would put the exact link to the story, but apparently I can't put links without the website ruining it so this'll have to do, I guess (it's a lot longer and a lot more gruesome in my opinion)

I hope this was good! I'm kind of sleep deprived right now so for all I know it's actually garbage-

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