What if this Storm Ends and I Don't See You as You are Now Ever Again?: SwedenxFinland
For almost every Nation, war was merely a fact of life. As sure as the pull of the moon on the tides, as sure as the northern lights they watched dance across the sky, there would be times of war and there would be times of peace.
Right now was one of those terrible times, those bloody times. Sweden stoked the fire as he and Finland sat outside their tent, the frozen northern wind biting at their ears. Their soldiers were encamped around them, all fast asleep in their own tents, hoping for a better day when the sun rose, praying for the storm to pass.
"Su-san," Finland spoke up softly, stifling a yawn. He was pressed against Sweden's side, both of them underneath a thick blanket.
"Mm?" Sweden glanced over at the smaller country.
Finland exhaled, his breath forming mist in the bitter cold. "Do you think, that when this is all over, we'll still be the same?"
Sweden shifted, slinging an arm around Finland's shoulders. " 'Verything changes, doesn't mean we have't change s'well." He leaned into Sweden's hold. "We're Nations, bu' we're people too."
A warm smile crossed Finland's features. "And no one can force us to change but ourselves?" Sweden nodded."Borders can change, but we don't have to."
"Mm'yes."
"We'll be all right," Finland reassured. He curled his hands in the blanket to keep them warm.
"We 'lways are."