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this is a long friggin chapter, and i doubt anybody is interested in my ranting at the beginning of the chapter, so sit back und

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Arthur shivered, nuzzling a little in the thin sheet he had. Hm, that didn't help much.

Darn it! Why did desert nights have to be so cold?!

He sighed and opened his eyes, glancing sideways before staring at the rocky ceiling. Mathias was snoring on the sofa some meters from him, drooling a little and again hugging the axe(or Økse, like he would call it, referring to it as to a woman). He would have to get up and look for another sheet in the storage room…he would do that the moment he found the willpower to stand up. He blinked, and suddenly the room got even colder.

What was going on? There was no wind, so how could it get so freaking chilly all of the sudden?

He widened his eyes as he saw his breath.

No way. No way in hell had it become so freezing cold!

He then heard steps. Really delicate and light ones, but he still heard them. He also heard soft clicking. He flinched, grimacing, recognizing the dreadful sound. RED armour. He fought his screaming instincts with all his might, closing his eyes shut, maybe he hadn't noticed he was awake, and he would be able to surprise him… Millions of questions were raging inside Arthur's head. Which RED was it? Why was he here? Had Francis somehow led him to their hiding place? What would it do? What could he, Arthur, do? He was still a bit tired from the fight with Francis the day before… Darn it!

His body stiffened as the RED came nearer. He was all strung up, his fingernails burying themselves into his palms.

The clicking neared him. Shitshitshitshitshit! What do I do?! He forced himself to stay calm, even if the bitter cold and the tension was making him shiver. Hopefully he wouldn't notice it. The clicking stopped, and he felt a light chilly breath caress his cheek. He shivered, however he still did as if he was fast asleep, stirring a little as if dreaming. But his heart was pounding in his chest so hard that he though his ribcage would explode if he didn't calm down.

The RED did not move for a handful of dreadful seconds, then fell for it and walked away from him. He still wasn't making almost any sound, except for the soft clicking.

He cautiously cracked an eye open to look, even if in the semidarkness he hardly could see anything.

The RED was now standing in front of the couch where Mathias was snoring. Arthur only saw his back, but noticed immediately the night-blue armour and… was that a tail?! The armour had a strange shimmer on it, as if… no, not as if. It was coated in ice. And Arthur could see where the RED had walked, because he left frozen footprints behind. And did the ice… glow, somehow?

Arthur frowned. This was probably Lukas…Tino had filled him in about their Norwegian friend. He needed to stop him, restrain him in one way or another! But if he was careless, the RED would slice him in two like butter. He needed to be quick, and draw every Rock member's attention, so they would win with numbers. Luckily, he still had that speed spell on his dagger. He moved a little, ready to feign sleep again if he caught the RED's attention. Fortunately, the Norwegian seemed pretty concentrated on Mathias at the moment. Arthur felt it was safe to move a little more.

Lukas hunched over a little, to bring his face to the same level of Mathias'. The Dane stopped snoring and giggled in his sleep, smacking his lips a little before resuming snoring again.

Arthur was sitting now, grasping his dagger, ready to jump up against the RED if it made any strange movement.

The Norwegian cocked his head to one side, intensely observing Mathias' face. Then he suddenly straightened up, flexing his claws, ready to lash at the sleeping Dane.

That did it.

Arthur jumped up and wrapped his arms around the RED, a freezing coldness seeping into his bones almost immediately. "Hva?!" before Lukas had any chance to react, the Brit sank the glowing dagger in his not armoured shoulder, the RED roaring in pain. Mathias abruptly shot awake. "What the…?!"

Lukas tried to shake the Brit off of his back, while taking a few steps backwards. The blue tail was swinging furiously, trying too to hit Arthur, who held on for dear life.

The RED suddenly stopped moving, and whispered something.

"Ispigger." And from the Norwegian's back sprouted six icicle spikes.

Arthur screamed as they sank deep into his flesh, while Mathias watched, horrified. "Arthur!"

Feliciano kept turning and turning in his bed. He had that feeling in his gut again. Oh no… it was the same feeling he had had when Ludwig had gone outside… so a Nightmare was nearby?

He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. Gatto stirred, getting closer to him, and he meowed worriedly.

Feliciano smiled a little, petting the cat's head. "You feel it too?" Gatto nuzzled against his hand purring, but the Italian saw he wasn't relaxed. "I guess so…"

"Shut up Feli, I can't sleep." Romano groaned from the other side of the bed.

"Oh, sorry Romano." Feliciano whispered. "Don't worry, I won't make a sound."

"You better."
Feliciano's guts stirred again, and he hissed as he brought both hands to his stomach. This wasn't like the other time… something was different. The feeling at the time with Ludwig wasn't as strong as this one! And was the cave somehow getting colder? And before he hadn't known what that feeling meant. Now in his head there were only two words, constantly repeating themselves.

Run, danger.

Danger. Run, run. Danger.

Runrunrun danger runrun dangerdanger runrunrunrunRUN!

"Hey, are you alright?" Romano asked, turning to face him.

Feliciano shook his head a little, but smiled. "I'm not feeling well, but it's nothing, don't worry."

Gatto meowed softly. "Are you sure?" his brother pressed on. Feliciano heard the worried tone of his voice.

He nodded, sweat starting to form on his forehead. "Yes, I'm-"

Suddenly a howl reverberated through the caves. A distorted one.

"Shit…!" Romano cursed, and Gatto hissed, his fur standing up.

"Ve!" Feliciano yelped, scared.

They both jumped out of their beds, grabbed their weapons and leaped into the corridor in which all the sleep-caves were. Everyone had gotten out of their beds, hair messed up and clothes dishevelled, looking around confusedly and clutching their weapons, half-awake.

"Wh't w's th't?" Berwald asked, putting his glasses on and moving to the dining cave already.

Francis hopped into the corridor, trying to put trousers on. "It sounded like…" he stumbled a little while buttoning the pants, "…a RED…!"

Then they heard a scream. Everyone recognised Arthur's voice. "Arthur…!"

They all sprinted to the cave, but suddenly a gelid wind brushed past them, freezing the ground and walls. "What in the…?" they were almost at the entrance of the big cave, and they saw a blue and purple figure raise a hand towards them.

"Lage en mur."

"What the fffuuuuuck?!" Alfred and Romano exclaimed jumping back, as a shadow whirled past them and an icy wall shot up in front of them, sealing the corridor. "Sheiße!" "Merde!" Francis banged his fists against the wall, while Ludwig tried to hit it with his hammer. The ice did not even crack or splinter. "The bastard bottled us up!"

Was Feliciano dreaming, or was the ice glowing faintly? And was that a RED? So that was why he had had that feeling? But then… he turned to face Francis. Why didn't he have it with him that day?

Tino fumbled with his spear, nervous. "Weren't Arthur and Mathias sleeping there?"

"Shit!" Alfred punched the wall too. "It really was a RED!"

"We saw that already, you cretin." Romano grumbled.

Tino stuttered. "I-I think I recognized him…!"

"You know who that bastard is?"

The Fin shuffled his feet. "I…he was Lukas…"

"This is so unfortunate!" Kiku said, politely and controlled as always, but Feliciano saw he was nervous.

"Wait guys, I think we're missing someone." Bella frowned.

They all looked at each other, finally seeing someone was missing.

"Where the hell is Berwald?"

Mathias tightened his grip on Økse, clenching his teeth. Lukas was standing motionlessly in front of him, composed as a soldier, not moving. The Dane looked at the icicle spikes that had sprouted from the RED's back, coated in blood, and at the knife that was stuck in the Norwegian's shoulder.

Lukas hadn't changed that much in one year. He still had that pale blond hair, and that cross-shaped clip on the right side of his face. He had always had that expressionless face, but his eyes had held some light in them, once.

Now those eyes were glowing, but they were devoid of all emotion. Those once deep ocean-blue orbs had become almost electric blue, even if some shades darker than Francis'.

Another difference was that there were ice crystals in his hair, in his eyebrows and eyelashes. As if he had stood outside when it was snowing.

The final and biggest difference was the night-blue armour, coated in ice, covering the whole right half of his body, while on his left side it was missing in some places, showing the purple-blue jacket under it. The dreadful skull-like mask covered less than the half of the Norwegian's face, but still looked unsettling. It only was present on the left part of his face, covering the forehead and his eye, casting it in shadow. It didn't cover his cheek, though a sharp toothed jaw framed the RED's jawbone.

Oh and the tail of course. That long lizard-like tail.

And the clawed hands and feet.

…

Okay, maybe he had changed quite a lot.

He glanced to his right, where Arthur was lying unmoving on the floor, limbs sprawled and six perforations in his torso. All spikes had hit him. Blood was staining his clothes, darkening the fabric, and the Brit's eyes were dull.

"Lort!" he cussed. "Arthur, stay awake!" but there was no reaction.

"Such a stupid move. But he did succeed in ruining my original plan." Lukas complained, extracting the knife from his shoulder without batting so much of an eyelash.

"Hell yes he did! Everyone's awake now, and in no time there will be ten very pissed off humans ready to kick your ass!" he retorted.

The RED sighed, the knife clattering on the frozen ground at his feet. "So loud…" They suddenly both heard hurried steps coming from a corridor. "What in the…?" they both heard someone say.

Lukas turned his head to his right, and raised an arm, hand outstretched, a bored look on his face. "Lage en mur." He flexed his wrist and raised the hand, and a frozen wall came out of nowhere, bottling the other Rock inhabitants in the corridor. But before it could seal completely up, a figure jumped from the darkness and landed skidding on the rocky ground.

Berwald straightened up and dusted his pants off with one hand, while raising his sword with the other one. "L'kas." He grunted, his glare icier than usual.

"Yo! Berwald! At least I'm not alone in this!" Mathias cheered. "Lukas, you're fucked now, you know that?" He smirked, bending down in battle pose, holding his axe firmly in front of him.

Berwald glanced behind the Dane, and noticed Arthur. "Skit…" he looked first at Lukas, and then at Mathias.

The Dane glanced at the frozen wall behind the Swede and nodded. He had understood. Arthur had to be taken care of, and they needed Feliciano to cure Lukas, but he was unavailable at the moment. However, they didn't need the Italian to knock the RED down… and attend to both businesses later.

"You think you can take me, both of you, don't you?" Lukas sighed, unimpressed.

Both blondes grimaced, clenching their teeth. "Shut up, Lukas."

Lukas narrowed his eyes, and took off the bored stance, taking a more battle-like one. He raised his chin. "Don't you remember…Mathias? I think I almost sliced your chest in two, didn't I…? and you…Berwald." He looked at the Swede now. "…I'm surprised you are still able to see something. And you both should consider yourself lucky to still be alive." He paused, thinking. "Oh, but there was another one, right? …Tino, I think his name was. Where is he? I'd like to give him some payback…" He bowed his head again, a shadow casting itself over both of his eyes which were glinting ominously. His next words were a mere whisper. "After all…he almost killed me."

Mathias saw from miles away that it was a dare. And it worked. Berwald's eyes flamed with rage, even if his face maintained the stern expression.

"Berwald, don't-!"

Too late, the Swede launched himself forward, attacking with the heavy broad sword. Lukas knew Berwald's weakness: if he got angry, he wouldn't be able to think clearly anymore, rampaging like a wild bear.

The Swede swung the sword, and Lukas blocked it with his forearm. They stood like this for a moment, and then the RED spun and hit Berwald's back with his tail, striking him down.

Mathias snarled, attacking too. Økse rotated in the air, before hitting Lukas' claw that was about to strike Berwald. The hit was strong, so the RED backed away a little. Mathias' eye twitched. If he only had a gun…! And there was still the problem of Arthur, who was probably bleeding to death… they needed to get this over with quickly!

Lukas sighed, flexing his fingers and claws, making that annoying clicking sound. "Hm, it's getting too hot in here to my taste…"

Mathias' eyes widened, "Oh shi-"

Both of them were just able to jump/roll aside before a icy stalagmite raised up from the cave's floor. Mathias huffed, and ran towards the RED again, engaging him.

They started duelling, claws against steel, the Dane engrossed by the fight, Lukas looking bored. "I am actually impressed. I thought you couldn't fight me, Mathias… How come you didn't have the same determination back then?" the RED mocked him.

Mathias shouted "Hah!" before they broke apart. He noticed that ice was coating the blade of Økse, making it glow a little. "So what, if I'm able to fight you now?"

"Oh, nothing. I just couldn't not notice how you looked stupid, defenceless and weak back then. You just stood there, dumbstruck. So I guess people do change, then. Or-"

The RED was interrupted by Berwald, who attacked him from the side, again blade clashing with claws.

Mathias looked around. He had to make sure they didn't fight near Arthur, or…!

Wait.

Where had he gone?!

Ugh…

His torso had been ripped apart.

At least that's what it felt like.

He counted six spikes, and he had six punctures in his body.

His ribs were probably cracked, and his lungs punctured. Two other spikes had hit him in both shoulders, and the other pair had hit him in his abdomen. He was losing a lot of blood.

He wasn't exactly in top shape. His ears were ringing, every sound muffled and confused. He coughed, and tasted the metallic flavour of blood.

Darn it.

He commanded his head to turn, and his eyes to focus. He saw that the RED was fighting Mathias…and Berwald? But where were the others then? Had his plan failed?

Arthur squeezed his eyes shut before focusing again on his surroundings, even if his vision was a bit blurry. Most of the cave had been covered in ice, random stalagmites scattered here and there. The whole place had been cast in a dim azure glow, coming from the ice.

Why was the ice glowing? REDs had astounding abilities, but he couldn't understand why-

His train of thought was interrupted by a surge of pain flowing through his body. He grunted, rolling to one side and curling up and wrapping his torso with his arms, trying to block at least a little of the bleeding. His arms protested loudly because of the wounded shoulders, but he grunted and did it anyway. Shit, he knew one or two healing spells, but unfortunately he couldn't perform them on himself. He panted heavily, trying to keep the pain at bay, and looking up again.

Wait…

That was it...! The RED was using magic. He was combining magic in his native language with his RED ability.

That wanker. The Dane and the Swede would surely die, fighting an adversary of that calibre alone.

He needed to get the other ones. Why weren't they here already?

The Brit forced his head to lift up a little bit more, and looked at the passage to the bedroom area. Oh, so that was why. Arthur grimaced, the wanker had closed it up with a frozen wall.

His eyes narrowed. That ice…even with his magic fire he would have trouble dealing with it. And in his current state, he wouldn't be able to do much. But…in his mind an idea flashed. Despite himself, he smiled.

He started moving little by little, crawling, his body screaming in excruciating pain, but he didn't care. In order to carry out his plan, he needed to be near the passage.

Mathias was having serious problems dealing with the Norwegian. He panted, wiping the blood from his forehead where a random flying icicle had grazed him.

Even if Lukas' shoulder was injured, it was almost impossible to get near the guy, let alone hit him! When he got too close, the RED would make one of those stalagmites raise from the ground. If he was lucky enough to dodge that, he would have to watch out for his claws. Attacks from behind were also risky, firstly because of those icicles sprouting from his back as if he was a hedgehog and then because of that tail.

Berwald had had problems too, and they both had noticed that their only chance was for them to try and hit the RED simultaneously.

That cooperation seemed to work a little better. Mathias found his confidence back, finally believing he might survive this and see his friend be cured.

"Why aren't you talking anymore, Norge?" The Dane mocked, calling him by his nickname while hitting him with Økse.

"I'm too busy trying to ignore you. Don't interrupt me." The RED said, without even losing a heartbeat or faltering while fending off attacks from two sides. "Hm." he grabbed the Dane's axe and threw it away, snatching it from his hands.

"Shit!" he was defenceless! Lukas had already raised a blue claw to lash out at him.

"M'thias!" Berwald exclaimed, pushing him away and blocking the claw with his sword. The Swede's muscles tensed under the RED's blow, and Mathias scrambled up as fast as he could to retrieve his lost weapon.

"Trying to be the hero, aren't we, Berwald?" Lukas cocked his head to one side, and then the smallest smile appeared on his features for the first time. His face neared Berwald's, the sword still blocking and fighting back the claw. Lukas whispered in his ear, eyes narrowing. "Don't you remember what happened the last time you played the hero…?" Berwald's light blue orbs widened instantly, as the other claw lashed out at his eyes.

"BERWALD!" Mathias shouted, running to help the Swede, but alas, too late.

Berwald let out a cry of pain as Lukas scratched both his eyes in a horizontal line, batting the glasses away, which shattered at the impact. The tall Swede fell on his knees, both hands covering his face. Blood dripped between his fingers, and the red droplets gained an even more disturbing red colour when they fell on the glowing frozen ground.

"Lukas! You røvhul!" Mathias yelled, bringing Økse down on the Norwegian's head with as much force as he could gather, gritting his teeth in anger. He didn't care now if it was his friend, trapped inside that hideous armour. His mind was blinded with furious rage.

Lukas blocked the blow, again, and was about to counterattack, when another voice was heard in the cave. It wasn't more than a whisper, but somehow there was power in those words.

"Dirue murum"

Suddenly the wall beside the frozen passage fractured with a loud crack. The fracture drew a circle on the surface, and then the wall crumbled, leaving a dark hole. Tino was the first one to jump through it and land in the cave. As soon as he saw the Fin's face, the Dane smiled, despite himself, feeling a little relieved. "Tino…!"

"No. People never change. You always make the same mistake, Mathias."

"Wha-"

"Mathias!" the ones who crawled from the hole cried out in unison.

Mathias' words were cut off as the RED sank his claw deep into the Dane's abdomen. Mathias bent over as the air wheezed out of his lungs, and Økse clattered on the floor, falling from the Dane's hands.

The two of them stayed like this for some seconds, frozen in place, Mathias gasping for air, "L-Lu…kas…" He tried to grab hold of the hand that was sinking deep into his flesh, but somehow he wasn't able to. He couldn't focus, his vision was blurred…

Lukas did not even look at him.

Horror was written all over the Rock inhabitant's faces as they could only watch.

The Norwegian's eyes narrowed, and he extracted the bloodied hand from the man's gut. Mathias, not having any support anymore, exhaled, fell on his knees, and then face-first to the floor.

Silence filled the cave, and nobody moved.

Feliciano, Ludwig, Kiku, Tino, Alfred, Bella, Romano and Francis glanced around in horror to see what had happened. Arthur was lying on the ground not so far from where they had entered, but the paleness of his face and the six wounds in his torso made clear he wasn't in a good shape. The Brit had also left a smudged red trail behind. Mathias was lying at the RED's feet, and Berwald…

Berwald suddenly swung his sword, roaring in rage, his face a grotesque mask of blood. Feliciano asked himself how he could see… but then he realized that he couldn't. His eyes were closed shut, and a deep horizontal slash marred his face.

The sword slashed the unprotected left side of the Norwegian, creating an arch of blood. Lukas hopped back, out of the rampaging Swede's reach.

"Tch. Still fighting even if you can't see… such persistence." Lukas gritted his teeth, placing a hand over his wound.

Finally, as if they had been in trance this whole time, the ones that crawled from the hole moved. Bella and Kiku rushed to Arthur's side, Tino ran to Mathias' while Alfred, Ludwig, Romano and Francis took their battle stances in front of Lukas. Feliciano was unsure what to do, though. He was needed to cure Lukas, but he wasn't really that useful in a fight… so he decided to gently pull Berwald away from the fight.

Bad choice. The Swede was bloody furious, snarling and trying to find the Norwegian without his eyesight. Thus by swinging his sword around aimlessly.

"Berwald! Berwald calm down, please! It's me, Feli!" the Italian tried to calm him down, his hands raised as if he was calming a scared animal, even if he knew he couldn't see. But Berwald didn't seem to hear him. "If you don't stop doing that you'll hurt the others!"

That at least reached his ears. He suddenly stopped, panting, lowering the sword, and Feliciano deemed it safe to near him and slowly walk away from the RED a bit.

Lukas looked confused, to say the least. He was frantically looking back and forth from the Rock inhabitant's faces. He looked at Feliciano and Romano, remembering his Masters' description but not knowing exactly which of the two was the real 'mistake'. Then he looked at Tino, a scowl appearing on his face, the Fin obviously not reminding him of something pleasant. But then he saw Francis.

His brows furrowed, doubt and disbelief manifesting on his emotionless face. "Hva…but, it can't…Francis…?" he raised a clawed hand, pointing at the Frenchman. "You!? How are you human again?! This isn't possible!"

Suddenly it looked as if an enormous headache had struck the Norwegian, as he grimaced, clawing at his hair. He took a few steps back, hissing and bowing his head. Then, as sudden as it had come, the pain was gone, and Lukas' face snapped up again. "Felle." He raised his hands, and suddenly ice sprouted from the floor, enveloping and trapping everyone's legs, filling the cave with curses in various languages.

Feliciano struggled in his icy binds, and felt his feet going numb from the freezing coldness. He was terrified to say the least, and tears started pooling in his eyes.

Lukas looked worn out all of the sudden, pressing a clawed hand on the wound Berwald had caused. A single sweat drop was glinting on his cheek, but it didn't freeze. Frowning, he calmly neared Francis, who was like the others struggling to break free, waving his arms trying to maintain his balance. Ludwig was the nearest to him, and tried to stop the advancing RED with his sledgehammer, but the Norwegian snatched it away from the German's hands and continued walking.

When he was near the Frenchman, the RED cupped his chin get a better look at him. "How…you really are Francis…" he released the chin, shaking his head. "How?!" he bellowed out loud.

He then suddenly neared Romano, who was also stripped of his weapon as soon as the Norwegian got near him.

"Don't you fucking come nearer, you FREAK!" Romano yelled, obviously panicking. Lukas' eyes narrowed. No. This wasn't his target.

He so started walking towards Feliciano instead, who yelped in fear.

Suddenly everyone heard some hurried steps, and a yell. "Norge! Catch!"

An unidentified red object flew across the cave, and Lukas caught it with one hand, but he recognized the voice, and of course the nickname.

"Hva…?"

Mathias was standing, smirking, at the other end of the cave. A hand was over his bleeding abdomen, and in the other he held a small rectangular box. "…I do learn."

Lukas' eyes widened, horrified, as the Dane lighted a match and let it fall on the trail of gasoline that had come out of the red tank, now in his clawed hand. There was a hole at the bottom, and the fuel was steadily spilling out.

He let go of it immediately, but it was too late.

The match ignited the gasoline trail, which caught fire immediately. The trail immediately ignited at blinding speed, and then reached the tank, which was now on the ground.

"…Skít."

The tank exploded, and the RED was thrown off his feet. As soon as the Norwegian hit the wall and fell unconscious, all the ice that had formed crumbled to pieces.

Everyone fell, suddenly released from their bindings and dazed because of the explosion. Feliciano's ears were ringing. Mathias smiled to himself, and then his eyes rolled back in his head, falling unconscious on the floor.

There was a stunned silence for a moment, before Ludwig found the willpower to stand up, remembering there were three people seriously wounded. He looked around, and took a deep breath. "Everyone, let's patch them up now, before they die of blood loss!"

They all immediately stood up, taking Arthur and Mathias, who needed immediate attention. The only problem was, the medic was one of the wounded.

"Sheiße! Does somebody know how to patch them up somehow?" Ludwig swore.

Bella raised a hand tentatively. "Uhm…I know something about wrapping bandages, but these wounds probably need to be stitched, and I don't know how to do that."
Tino neared them, helping Berwald to walk. "I know how to stitch, even if I'm definitely not a professional… I can try…"

"That's perfect."

"Dude! Look at him! He's gonna die, I'll tell ya!" Alfred exlaimed pointing at the Brit.

"Shut up, you asshole." Romano growled.

Feliciano lost what they said next, because he was too concentrated looking at Lukas. He was lying on the floor, his back leaning against the wall. The explosion had turned his clothes in tatters, and his armour had a small crack on his abdomen. He raised his right hand, pondering if he should do that. He had just recovered, after all…

Ludwig grabbed his wrist, suddenly beside him, snapping him back to reality. "Do you really feel you can do it?" he asked in a low voice.

Feliciano shook his head slowly at first, but then nodded firmly. "Sì. I…I feel it's the right thing to do."

"Alright." Ludwig let go of his wrist, but the Italian suddenly realized he actually didn't know what he was supposed to do. Should he command his hand to heal? Say a spell like Arthur did? It sounded a bit stupid… Or punch him like he had done with Francis? While thinking, the Italian placed the hand gently on the Norwegian's chest. The back of his hand glowed brightly as soon as he made contact, and the chest armour cracked. Feliciano was startled, and instinctively wanted to pull the hand back, but it was as if it was glued to Lukas' chest.

"Ve…!"
"Feli!" Ludwig exclaimed, worried.

Again a warm feeling surged into his palm, and then everything went black.

Wow, that escalated quickly ._.

anyway! i loved writing this scene! i had 5 different ideas for this, but i really like how it turned out, i kinda mixed them all together :P

norge is a cruel meany, sorry! please forgive me! *hides* and im sorry for doing that to mathias and berwald! really!

ooooooh someone noticed there is a character missing! :D good for you! you get a plate of pasta if you guess who it is!

and how many times will i have to say i LOVE you all?! for the views, (we reached 5000!) the wonderful reviews (102!) and all of the faves and follows! YOU ARE AWESOME ^^

i don't know if i'll be able to write these days (school, whoops), so i don't know if i'll upload like every friday! but i hope the long chapter makes up for my absence for a few days ;P

oh and i posted this at 22.48 (10.48 pm) which actually is pretty late for me, since i have to wake up VERY early in the morning.. so if there are any mistakes, its because im tired! :P i'll definitely edit if there are some (which im sure there will be)

-EDIT- I knew it! i knew i was going to mess something up! Guys, alfred IS NOT the missing charachter! i forgot writing about him! i edited the chapter, but i really apologize if it caused any confusion!

good night everybody! and good day if you are reading this during the day!

Økse : (danish) axe

Hva? : (norwegian) what?

Ispigger : (norwegian) icicle spikes (i'm actually not sure of this translation...)

Lage en mur : (norwegian) raise a wall

Sheiße! : (german) shit!

Merde! : (french) shit!

Lort! : (danish) shit!

Skit : (swedish) shit

Røvhul! : (danish) asshole!

Dirue murum : (latin) destroy the wall

Felle : (norwegian) trap/imprison (again, i'm not sure)

Skít : (norwegian) shit

Sì : (italian) yes