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A Confused Sacrificial Love	By : GrandDutchyLiet Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1582 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: We do not own Hetalia nor do we make money from this fic. WARNING: contains GENDERBENT FINLAND~! Lemon in later chapter, human names used, Viking Alternative Universe, M/F, M/M relations

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"It sn'wed." Berwald observed as he opened the door to gather the firewood.

Lately, it had been doing that a lot and with greater frequency than even he was accustomed to. Honestly, the snow didn't bother the Swedish man much. Winter was an interesting season. Yes, it was cold but at the same time it was also somewhat homey with a special emphasis on daily domestic life.

Berwald adapted to the challenging winter conditions readily because his own nation was so similar to the land they were now stranded in. He didn't mind sitting around the hearth, day after day, cooking or gathering wood.

It was Lukas that was having the greatest difficulty accepting things as they were. The young Norwegian was desperately homesick. The short hours of daylight in Finland didn't help nor did the perpetually grey sky that seemed to haunt the air above them.

"Agh, I can't take it anymore," the Norwegian complained, dropping his head miserably against the table.

"So what are you gonna do about it, huh?" Mathias said ruefully, "Try to go to the village and get yourself killed. Cuz' it's suicide doin' that."

"We'ther'll turn," Berwald tacked on, "Jus' be patient." He set the pile of firewood on the table beside Lukas.

"It's been six months. I think it is true. The Gods have forsaken us." Lukas mumbled against his sleeve.

"But we've been lucky." Mathias was quick to point out, "We're alive, we don't have to share any of our treasure from the raid, we found this great cabin and Berwald's gonna finish workin' on our boat."

"You think we're lucky," Lukas lamented, sitting upright to glower at the cocky Dane, "Lucky we're trapped here in the middle of nowhere, lucky our comrades deserted us, and all the treasure we have is worthless because we can't ever go into the village. Is that lucky? You think that's lucky?"

"Yeah. I do," Mathias said smugly, patting Lukas on the shoulder, "Lucky cuz you got me."

Lukas sighed, deliberately looking away from him. "This is hopeless, so fucking hopeless."

Berwald ruffled the Norwegian's hair. "'s okay."

"Anyway, I've been thinking. I want to offer another prayer to Odin," Lukas returned his attention to the Dane, "But maybe praying isn't enough. Maybe the Gods are looking for a bigger sacrifice."

"Hey, yeah. I've got it," Mathias answered with an eager grin, "What about the rabbits? We take a couple of them over to the bog, spill their blood, and say a few prayers. Problem solved."

"It's worked before," Mathias finished, giving the Norwegian's shoulder a hearty rub.

"No, you're missing the point," Lukas replied, jerking his shoulder away, "I think it has to be something more sacred. I mean the rabbits are just food, you breed them like crazy. They don't have any special meaning to us. It has to be something important, you know. Kinda like a valuable possession."

"Like what?" Mathias said, leaning in closer, "Some more of that treasure we pillaged?"

"That doesn't have much meaning either. The treasure we have is of a worldly value but there's no spiritual connection that the Gods would be interested in. It's useless out here in this place anyway. What we need is something practical that the Gods might find useful. Something magnificent, kind of like your axe Mathias. If we offered that thing up to them, they'd know we were sincere and truly in need of their help."

"My axe," the Danish man repeated, his eyebrows arching in surprise, "Hah… You're joking. Berwald, tell me he's joking."

Lukas shrugged, "Yeah, maybe I am. But you get the idea now, right? It would have to be something that would be difficult for us to part with. The Gods need to know we're serious about sailing back home when the bad weather finally breaks."

"M'kes sense," Berwald remarked with a nod, "But, we'll h've ta think 'bout it more."

"Yeah. Let's not be too hasty," Mathias replied anxiously, "All this talk about sacrificing to the Gods is making me hungry. Berwald. Let's go out and hunt before it gets dark again."

The Danish man pulled on his heavy cloak and headed for the front door, his axe tightly in his grasp.

"You know it's crazy right?" Mathias told Berwald as they walked through the woods, "He wanted to sacrifice my axe. I mean, my axe. How could he?"

"He's j'st clingin' ta hope. I th'nk he feels gu'lty abo't being the re'son we were left beh'nd and the bad feelins' are getting' ta him. It's his f'rst bad raid so 'course he's scared."

"I mean, you guys wouldn't…oh I don't know, actually throw my axe in the bog, would ya? Lukas isn't holding up too well and maybe you might suddenly starting thinking it's a great idea to sacrifice my axe…"

Berwald bent down to pick something up at his feet. He turned the item over in his hand and glanced in his Viking brother's direction, "Look. S'meone's been here."

Berwald made a mental observation that the person had been picking up firewood but had somehow abandoned their basket.

Mathias, too stuck in his own rant to care, ignored everything of what Berwald had just told him and kept going, "I mean I don't know why it would have to be 'my axe.' Even if it is the greatest thing ever and more powerful than Odin's when I swing it, it's not meant to go in that bog where I can't ever use it again."

Berwald remained where he was while Mathias continued walking. He scratched his head, puzzled by the other things he was beginning to notice. He stopped deliberately to examine his surroundings a bit more closely.

Something just didn't feel right. It was the first time he'd ever noticed any evidence of someone else moving around in these woods besides himself and his two Viking brothers.

The nearest village was a distance away so it was unlikely one of the villagers would travel this far into the woods to harvest kindling for their hearth, especially when a closer spot would have been more practical and ideal.

There were also some footprints leading away from the area. One was definitely human-too petite to belong to Mathias or Lukas-and it had gone ahead in the same direction Mathias was traveling. Judging by the distance between them, the person had been running. The other set of footprints was a bit different although it was evident that this thing had also been moving at a fast pace.

Berwald veered to the left and took note of the other signs on the ground. Some of the bush branches were disturbed and a small bit of bloodied ribbon clung to one of the pieces. Further up ahead near the edge of the bushes, little drops of blood dotted the snow and led a perfect trail towards the underbrush.

This doesn't seem like a wild animal, Berwald thought at first. These were paw prints-small ones- and they sorta reminded him of a dog. But not a big dog. It had to be something small with a compact body.

Curious, Berwald followed this path. Vaguely he wondered whether he'd find this creature in a salvageable condition. His hand rested loosely on the hilt of his sword as he made his way down the hill.

The trail ended there.

At first, Berwald didn't see anything, only small amounts of movement coming from the edge of the brush. Then, all at once, he noticed the torn blue ribbon that was tied lovingly around the creature's neck.

"H'y, lil' fella," he said softly, extending his hand outward in a gesture of mercy, "C'mere."

The little white dog looked up at him as he spoke, it's cute round eyes staring up into his face expectantly. It barked at him enthusiastically and made an effort to approach him. Sadly, it couldn't quite reach him just yet.

"Y're caught," the Swedish man pointed out, his fingers working to remove the ribbon that kept the dog in place.

He lifted the wounded animal into his arms. The white dog nuzzled against him as Berwald inspected its body.

The dog's injury wasn't too severe, Berwald noted. Just some scratches, most likely from running through the brush and getting caught on some of the briars. Nothing a little time and care couldn't fix.

He turned his attention back to the direction Mathias had headed. This animal probably belonged to someone and now it was time for him to find them.

To be continued…

Author's Notes #1- YAY! Chapter 2 is done~~! I'm so happy~~! Please read and review~! We'd be very appreciative of that if you did~~!

Author's Notes #2- Aa~ I forgot I need some cultural explanations~ Forgive me~

* In Finland (and other northern countries too) they have something called 'Polar Nights'. That's where the moon stays out during the day hours and the sky is always night (getting light grey at points). This is in the winter and can last a few months.

*There was a whole bunch of Nordic Gods and Goddesses. But we'll be mentioning Odin lots~ *Odin is a Nordic God. He's like 'king' god for all Viking Warriors because he was just that awesome and powerful~ And he totally had a thing for battles, fighting and war~
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