Yeah, I know, this is like weeks late. Sorry it took so long, please don't shoot me. Also I'm afraid this chapter might be a wee bit shirter than usual, sorry.

Disclaimer: Hetalia doesn't belong to me.

6. Don't Mess With Finland's Dinner!

England and America shivered in their light clothing as their boat stopped near the snowy river bank. It was dark and they could barely see a thing. This sudden, new environment didn't make any sense to them. They had just sailed from the beaches of France on a spring night in May, and now here they were in some cold and snowy land.

"Do you think we switched times again?" America asked as he hugged himself against the cold, though it wasn't really working.

England was in the same predicament. "I think that's the most logical explanation, as unlogical as this already sounds."

America sighed. This already wasn't looking good. "Well, we might as well get off this boat and look around."

England nodded in aggrement and the two of them climbed out of the boat. They weren't wearing any winter clothes, but they still had the boots from the military uniforms.

"I think we're gonna freeze to death." America said as they trudged through the dark, snowy forest. It was pitch black and they couldn't see a thing. The icy cold weather did nothing to help them as they shivered in their undershirts.

"Well, if we do, it will at least be a peaceful death." England answered back.

"What do you mean by peaceful?" America asked as he watched his now visible breath.

"After your body goes into hypothermia the shivering stops and your body begins to shut down. You slowly fall into a peaceful sleep and it's supposed to feel really good and warm even though you're actually frozen. Sounds a lot better than some other ways of death."

If England was trying to make America feel better about it, then he failed. This only made it worse for the freezing American who never really liked the cold to begin with.

"Maybe we should go ba- ahhhhhhh!"

England quickly turned around to where his American companion had been standing just mere seconds earlier. To England's surprise, he was now lying face down in the snow.

"America, are you okay?"

America grunted and spit the snow out of his mouth. "Yeah, but I think I tripped over something."

America stood up and brushed the remaining snow off his clothes. England looked over at the spot America had fallen on, but he didn't see anything that America could possibly trip over.

"Are you sure you didn't just stumble or something because I don't see anything."

America was about to reply that he was positive he had tripped over something when all of a sudden, the pile of snow America had just fallen over was lifting itself up from the ground. America and England watched in horror as the rising snow revealed itself as a human dressed completely in white. It was too dark to see his face, but it was clear by the man's quick movements that he was scared by them.

"Kuka sinä olet?"

America looked at England in confusion. "What did he say?"

England shrugged. "I don't know, but if I were to guess I think he's speaking Finnish."

"Finnish? Then that means we're in Finland, right? Well, that actually makes sense."

"America? England? Is that you?"

The two addressed nations stared back at the Finnish man. They had no idea how he knew who they were.

"Uh, who are you exactly?" England asked, still a little surprised by the man calling them by their country names.

"It's me, Finland."

"Finland?" America and England both asked in unision. This hadn't been at all what they were expecting.

"Yeah, sorry if my voice sounds all muffled. My scarf is covering my mouth."

"What were you doing in the snow just now and how come we couldn't see you?" America asked, as if that was the strangest thing at the moment.

"I was hiding." Finland replied. "And I'm dressed in white, so that's probably why you couldn't see me. Now, what exactly are you two doing here of all places and at this time? Also, why are you dressed like that?"

Neither knew what to answer, so England decided to try answering the last question first as it was probably the easiest to lie about.

"We, uh, lost our clothes. Do you possibly know where we can get some more?" It was a brief answer, but England didn't really want to spend time pondering about it.

Finland smiled, though it was barely seen because it was so dark. "Actually, I have some extras here with me. Here, take them."

Finland handed them two white snowsuits and America and England took them gratefully, and immediately put them on.

"So these camouflage you in the snow?" America asked as he examined his new outerwear.

Finland nodded. "Yup. They hide us from the Russians."

England raised an eyebrow. "The Russians?"

Finland nodded again. "Yeah. You guys didn't tell me yet why exactly you're here."

England looked at America with uncertainty. He had an idea of what time period they were in, but it didn't exactly add up. He presumed they were in Finland in the middle of the Winter War, but that had taken place before the Dunkirk Evacuation, and they were supposed to be traveling backwards in time.

"Uh, Finland, will you give us a minute?" England asked.

Finland nodded and England pulled America away with him. When they were out of earshot, England explained the problem to America.

"I'm pretty sure we're in the Winter War right now. But, the Winter War took place a few months before Dunkirk."

"And we're supposed to be going backwards in time, not forwards." America interrupted.

"Exactly."

The two were silent as they thought about their strange dilemma. They could sense that Finland was watching them, still probably very confused about their sudden appearance.

"Besides for that," America said, breaking the silence. "how do we know if that's the original Finland, or the future Finland?"

England looked over at what he thought was Finland. He assumed the white figure standing against the white snow was him. "I think he's the original."

"How do you know?"

England rolled his eyes, but then realized that America probably couldn't see it. "First of all, I said that I think, I don't know for sure. Secondly, remember when we met the future Germany and France? They seemed very confused and a little out of it compared to their originals."

America saw England's point. "Finland doesn't seem very confused. He sounds like he knows where he is and what's going on, aside from us showing up which is very confusing to begin with. Maybe he is the original."

"If so, then what are we going to tell him?" England asked as he glanced back at the Finn waiting for them. "Eventually, we're going to have to find the future Finland and he can't be there when we do."

The conversation then stopped as they heard the sound of marching in the distance. America looked around in the darkness. "What's that?"

Before England could say anything, Finland came running towards them. "The Russians are coming! I have no idea how they got passed the line, but we have to get out of here, quick! Follow me!"

America and England had no time to react and quickly followed the white clad Finn through the forest. When they got close to the clearing they hid behind the trees and watched the troop of Russians trudge through the snow covered road.

"I wonder how they sneaked their way in." Finland muttered to himself as the procession march passed them. "They're heading towards Tolvajarvi. There's no way we'll be able to fight them off, there aren't many soldiers in this area. It's mainly just supply, cooks and medics."

"Why exactly are you here alone, Finland." England asked as they crept behind the trees, keeping up with the Russians' pace.

"I got separated from my division. Look, they're stopping."

The three of them stopped in their tracks and looked on as the Russians did the same.

England tried to see why they had stopped. "Why are they stopping?"

America though was thinking of other things. "Do you guys smell that?"

Despite how strange the comment was, both England and Finland stopped to smell the air around them.

"It smells like, sausages." England said confused. "Who's cooking bloody sausages out here?"

Finland pointed up ahead. "It's the kitchens over there. They were making sausages for the Finnish soldiers, though I don't see any cooks there."

They then watched from their hideout as the Russians separated and began to head straight for the kitchens and their fresh, hot, just out of the oven sausages. Before they knew it, the Russians had completely raided the kitchens and were now devouring what was supposed to be the Finns' hot dinner.

"I thought they were coming to fight?" England asked as he watched the spectacle in confusion.

"Looks like they couldn't resist the smell." America commented.

Finland didn't seem to happy, though. "They can't just eat our food. Come on, we've got to chase them out!"

"Wait, Finland, you can't just attack them on your own!" England shouted after him.

"I'm not doing it alone! Look over there!" England and America looked to where Finland was pointing. They could now see white clad figures lurking in the forest, slowly approaching the oblivious, sausage eating Russians. "We're not the only ones that noticed!"

Then, as if on cue, the silence of the night was broken as dozens of Finnish soldiers, cooks, and medics jumped out from the trees and fired their rifles wildly at the Russians. America and England stayed hidden behind the trees as they watched Russian soldiers fall dead one by one, often times still with sausage in their mouths.

"Did this really happen?" America asked, utterly confused at how the Finns had gained their victory.

England was just as puzzled. "Well, it obviously did. Though, I can't say I remember this "sausage war."

The battle didn't take long and the Finns had almost chased away or killed every Russian soldier on the battlefield.

"Remind me to never mess with Finland's dinner." America joked.

"Hey, do you see that over there?" England asked as something caught his eye. Just a few feet ahead, another white clad figure sat propped against a tree, apparently unbeknownst to the battle going on around him. "Does he remind you of someone?"

America looked to where England was staring. "That looks like Finland, but he's out there, see?"

"Exactly. So this must be the future Finland. The Finland we're looking for."

Without any hesitation, America and England quickly ran over to where Finland was sitting, trying not to make themselves noticeable. When they approached him, they noticed that he was asleep, despise all the gunshots sounding just a few feet away.

England pulled out the glass bottle, relieved that he actually still had it. "Well, I guess this will be easier. We won't have to try persuading him."

England crouched down in the snow next to the snoring Finn. Fortunately, his mouth was already a tad open, so England easily slid the open bottle inside. He only needed one drop of the purple drink in his mouth before he would disappear. Within seconds, Finland was already beginning to fade away. England put the lid back on the bottle as Finland completely disappeared out of their current era and hopefully was then traveling back to the future.

"Uh, England?"

England sighed as he slipped the bottle back into his pocket. Amazing how it always managed to stay with him despite their constant moving around. "What now, America?"

"You might want to turn around and see this." America said nervously.

England didn't like that tone of voice. He quickly turned around and saw exactly what America was referring too. They both stared as a familiar purple mist floated in the air in front of them as it slowly began to reshale itself and form into the shape of a human. The same black cloaked human they had seen earlier in Berlin, yet this time, there were two of them.

Ooh, cliffhanger! Who could that other guy be? Who could the first guy be? Why are they now going forwards in time? Why were they going backwards in the first place? Will I ever tell you?!

...eventually. Hehehe!

Okay, so basically, I had originally intended to focus this chapter more on the Winter War's main stuff like the ski troops and the Finns' cool ways of fighting off the Russians like with Molotov cocktailes (in case you guys haven't realized, I'm kind of using this fic as an excuse to write about a lot of my favorite events in history, and the Winter War is one of them), but then I read about the Sausage War and I knew I just had to write that! It really happened guys, look it up if you don't believe me! It's true, a troop of Russian soldiers sneaked behind the Finnish lines but then got distracted by the smell of the sausages coming from the Finnish kitchens. Though, I wouldn't blame them for choosing food over fight, the Russian army was very badly fed and rarely given hot meals, but they were fighting the Finns, so maybe they should have chosen fight instead. As America put it, don't mess with Finland's dinner!

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