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"T'no."

The Fin took hi eyes away from the pale face of his son, looking up to his husband that stood in the doorway. "What is it Ber? Is Matthias down stairs?"

The stoic man didn't reply immediately, just nodded. However, the smaller male could sense that something was not right. Berwald was quiet... but never this quiet.

"Y'u n'd t' c'me d'wnst'irs." The Swede muttered as he turned away.

Tino tried to offer some sort of refusal, but the look in his husband's eyes said that this was important. This surprised the Fin, because he knew very well that Berwald's relationship with his brother was rocky at best; whatever Matthias had told him must have been very important.

The Danish man sat in an arm chair, in the living room; his chin resting on his knit, gloved hands. A million and a half thought buzzed around in his skull.

How did this happen?

Why Peter?

What was that English bastard thinking?! How could he do this to his own brother?!

His train of thought was broken, as Tino and Berwald entered the room. The smaller of the two eyes the wild blonde warily.

"Matthias, I thought that you weren't going to be in until later?" The Fin offered, trying to break the tension that covered the room like a thick blanket. "Did you manage an earlier flight, and just forgot to mention it?"

"Yes, and No." The Dane replied sharply, his eyebrows furrowing, as he stared past the two people in front of him. "I managed an early flight; but it was to surprise Peter."

Tino's face drooped. "Well, I'm sorry, but he's a bit under the weather at the moment." He muttered, watching as the man's blue eyes shifted to meet his purple ones.

"Yeah, I know." He mumbled into his gloves. The look in Matthias's eyes was starting to scare the Fin; it was a look that he had only seen when the blonde set out for a fight.

The purple eyed man raised a fair eyebrow. "But he only got sick this morning, and you would've..."

He was quickly cut off, as Matthias got up from his seat, rising to his full height. "There's something you need to see." He said sharply, as he picked up the television remote from the coffee table.
When the Dane turned on the T.V a news broadcast was flashing across the screen, as a young male, brunette reporter spoke.

"This feed is coming to you live, from our chopper." The brunette commented, as the broadcast cut to an areal view of Sealand. "Now, we understand that many of our viewers may not know this, but that hunk of metal is the country of Sealand. It served Britain as a war fort in the second world war; but soon declared it's independence from the UK on September 2nd of 1967."

The feed showed many crews working on the platform, pieces of the deck were being ripped out by chains that connected to choppers, then lowered onto awaiting ships that were anchored several meters away from the self-proclaimed country.

"The platform has fallen into massive amounts of disrepair; and British forces have stepped in." The voice of the brunette explained, as the feed continued. "Since there is no one that currently lives full time on the fort, they have decided to completly dismantle the platform."

The broadcast cut back to the young reporter. "Now there have been rumors that a young boy has been spotted running around the platform from time to time; but our sources were unable to verify this."

Tino collapsed onto his knees, as he stared blankly at the television screen. He didn't even realize that he had spaced out, until he felt someone shaking him. His eyes refocused, and the concerned face of his husband appeared in his vision.

"T'NO!" Berwald exclaimed, giving his spouse another shake. "T'no, pl'se 'nsw'r me."

The Fin noticed Matthias, his hand resting on the Swede's shoulder, as he gazed worriedly at the smaller man.

"M-my baby..." Tino mumbled, as tears began to spill down his cheeks. "That English b-bastard is k...k-killing my son!" He could no longer hold back his emotions, and the dam burst.
He felt Berwald guide his head to rest against the broad shoulder, as he began to sob.