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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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Mathias turned. There it was again.

"It's almost sounds like…crying?" he thought to himself.

The Danish man frowned. Now this was just pathetic. If he found out that Lukas wandered away from the house-leaving the hearth totally unattended-so he could come out here to cry like some girl, he was totally going to have hurt him.

Mathias followed the sound and made his way to the hill that overlooked the bog. Sure enough, he could see a figure dressed in a white cloak.

"Hey." he called out, tromping down the hillside, "You better not have let the fire go out. It's shit to get started."

A girl wearing a blue dress underneath the white cloak turned to look at him. Her tear stained face took Mathias by surprise.

At first he was dumbstruck; he'd fucked up royally by making contact with one of the natives. But the girl didn't seem bothered by his presence at all. In fact, she seemed comforted though a little embarrassed that he had seen her shedding tears.

"I can't find Hanatamago." she explained, clutching at his black cloak.

The Dane tried to pull away. "What are you doing out here?" he demanded as his face grew hot with anger.

This was not good. Hanatamago? That sounded like a name. So that meant that there was probably at least one more of those Finns running around his neck of the woods. If these people found the cabin and got a mob together, they would be screwed. He already knew from experience what happened to the rest of his comrades when they encountered the Finnish people further south. This was just the beginning of a bad nightmare.

The young woman stood up, clasping her hands together, before nervously pleading, "Please, help me find my dog. Together, maybe we can find her."

"Y-your dog?" Mathias asked, scratching his head, "Is that what you and your friend are looking for?"

"Friend?" Tiina answered, a look of confusion sweeping across her features, "I don't have any friends out here. I'm alone."

"Like alone, alone?" Mathias clarified.

Tiina looked at him curiously. "Yes, alone. I was taking my dog out but an animal scared us and we got separated. Hanatamango's probably hurt," her eyes searched around on the ground, "I don't know if she'd been attacked by that wild animal and I've been searching everywhere but I'm so lost. I just keep going in circles."

"Which direction do you think you came from? The village?" Mathias questioned as they began to walk.

"No, not there. I live further north. My house is that lone one that they make fun of. You probably heard about it."

No. He hadn't. And according to this conversation, she wasn't any wiser to realize he wasn't a villager.

"Yeah," he lied, "You live out there with your…uh husband."

"No. It's just me and Hanatamago," Tiina explained, "Aa! I need to hurry. I need to find her."

Alone. The word seemed to ring nicely in Mathias' head. It meant less complicated in his mind. At least he wouldn't have to deal with other people coming out there bothering them before they could leave this place and make it out safely.

Tiina began walking ahead of him, calling loudly for her dog. Mathias trailed behind her. "Hey lady. What's your name?"

That was odd, Tiina thought, If he heard about her in the village , he should have known her name.

"Tiina Väinämöinen." Her feet stopped and she turned towards him, a slow curiosity flushing her face.

"Is there another village nearby?" she finally asked.

Mathias shook his head. "Not that I know of."

"Uh, um, what are you actually doing out here anyway?"

Before Mathias could answer, a loud arf sound crossed the nearby air. The woman's eyes lit up and a smile drew across her face. "Hanatamago."

Within seconds, however, terror gripped her features. "Ohaaaaaaaa." she screamed the moment she caught sight of Berwald carrying her dog. She immediately fell to the ground and crawled backwards, ending up at Mathias' feet.

"A monster's got my dog," she whined.

Mathias laughed. "Did you hear that, monster?" he said, approaching and pulling on his Swedish brother's face, "I think you're more of a troll though. You got hit by the ugly stick in this woods a few times, hell, even your name got hit by that same stick, Berwald."

"W'th that axe of yo'rs you look more l'ke the troll." Berwald elbowed the elder man away, causing the Dane to trip and land on the snowy embankment beside the bog. Berwald kicked Mathias's axe playfully out across the frozen ice.

Mathias gasped. To his horror, the axe stopped spinning near the center of the bog.

Berwald moved on and looked down at the Finnish woman who was now dusting the snow off her clothes. He held Hanatamago out to her. "T'is yer dog?" he asked.

"Oh no. What happened to her?" the Finn cried as she noticed the blood on her dog's fluffy white coat, "Was she attacked?"

"She'll be a'ight," Berwald said reassuringly, "Found her l'ke this."

Hanatamago arfed again and scuttled towards the ground to be reunited with her beloved owner. The Finnish woman knelt down to play with her dog, taking Hanatamago up into her arms joyfully. "Thank you for finding her." she beamed.

Berwald took note of Tiina's beauty as she spoke animatedly to her dog about how worried she was and how much she missed her. It was strange to see such a pretty girl in such a dangerous forest. "You injur'ed?" he asked, looking at her with some concern.

"No, I'm fine. I'm just a little startled that these woods are so big," she responded, "You don't really think about it til you get lost in them."

Hanatamago fidgeted around happily in her owner's arms. The dog's tongue lapped at the Finn's face. Berwald couldn't help thinking that her smile was kinda cute.

In the meantime, Mathias cursed under his breath as he raced across the ice after his axe. He couldn't believe Berwald would just screw around with his most prized possession.

As he made it to the middle of the bog where his axe had come to rest, he heard the sickening sound of the ice cracking beneath his feet.

It seemed like too much of a coincidence for him to be there, in the middle of the frozen bog, collecting his axe from where they had talked about sacrificing it earlier in the day.

A terrifying thought seeped into his brain and only confirmed the deepest fears he ever had.

The Gods really were after his precious axe.

He looked over at Berwald and the woman as they stood talking by the shore.

It was all starting to make sense to him now.

It really was.

They'd been living in this secluded section of the forest for almost half a year and hadn't seen a soul. Then, the one day that Lukas suggested sacrificing his axe also happened to be the very same day they, no, make that he, first encountered someone.

Surely, her presence had some divine purpose. Yes, that had to be the reason.

Mathias carefully bent down and picked up his axe from the bog's surface. The ice groaned again enough for the Dane to hear the opposite edge of the bog begin to splinter and crack.

He felt a surge of anger spiked with desperation course through his body. He understood now. If he wanted to keep the axe, he just had to offer the Gods something more precious.

And what, Mathias had thought, was more precious than offering up to the Gods a beautiful human life?

To be Continued~~

Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews, favorites, and alert~~! We love you~~! As always, we are grateful that you are reading our work. Feedback is welcome.

Author's Note #2: *explanation of why everyone want to throw stuff into the local bog ~~~~ So way back in Viking times (and before that too) people use to think that dumping offering into bogs and then praying would help achieve whatever desire they wanted. Danish farmers use to throw their axes, tools, jewelry, and other such things including humans into bogs as sacrificial offerings~~
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