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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 was warm. Hazily, Tiina felt relieved that the fire was actually still blazing. This was a first in her household since she had parted company with her family. It had been a long time since she had awoken to a toasty room. Somehow, it felt nostalgic. The surrounding warmness made her feel strangely at ease.

"Hanatamago," Tiina mumbled, nuzzling closer against Berwald's chest. The Swedish man opened one of his eyes as he felt the airiness of her lips against his body. He didn't hear words well but he knew she had spoken something.

Casually, he peered at the top of her head. Without his glasses, her form appeared blurry but she still seemed to be sleeping. A vague sense of relief washed over him.

The blonde Swede closed his eyes. It felt nice. He was ashamed to admit it but he liked holding this woman in his arms while she slept. It felt so nice.

Tiina shifted. She was gradually starting to realize that she was being held by someone. Then she remembered that she'd fallen asleep while talking to that Viking Berwald.

Her eyes snapped open as she looked up and caught sight of his scary face. "Ohayaaaaaaaaaa."

She jerked away but found herself caught between his arms and the wall. Berwald's eyes flipped back open. He didn't know what the commotion was about and he had a bit of trouble reading her expression.

"Huh? Wh'ts wr'ng?" he asked uncertainly.

Tiina didn't know how to answer that without offending the man so she made an excuse about having a leg cramp. She couldn't tell him that his face frightened her! He'd been far kinder than his companion and she needed to remain on fair terms with him.

Lukas rolled his eyes at them from the table where he was salvaging the remains of the deer carcass. "There she goes again-screaming," he said regretfully in response to the Finn's noisy outburst.

Berwald sat up and put his glasses on before glancing over at Mathias' bed. To his surprise, it was empty.

"He went out," Lukas explained to Berwald even before the man asked, "He said he had some things to take care."

"He's gone?" Tiina asked anxiously, sitting up as well.

Lukas nodded. "Mnn. He probably had to do something ridiculous that has nothing to do with us leaving here."

They both got out of bed and began to cross the floor. Tiina spied the remains of the deer resting on the table. Her stomach grumbled.

Berwald pulled a piece of deer meat from the carcass and offered it to her. "Hung'y?"

She bit into it. "Mmmm." She smiled. It really was quite tasty and a welcome change from berries, smoked fish and squirrels.

Berwald clasped her wrist while she was eating and then untied the cloth that bound them together. "St'y h're." he instructed, gesturing to the bench opposite Lukas.

The Swedish man returned after a moment carrying the pair of shoes he had altered. Lukas recognized them but didn't bother to comment; complaining at this point would have been useless. He merely watched as Berwald lifted Tiina's foot and slipped the shoe on. The Swedish man nodded, quite pleased at his own handiwork. The fit had improved greatly.

Tiina still didn't understand but she couldn't say she didn't appreciate his effort. She let him put the other shoe on her foot.

Hanatamago, in the meantime, buzzed around the room, zipping from one corner to the other in an excited state. Lukas huffed again but said nothing. It was obvious that he was irritated but Berwald suspected Mathias was the actual cause.

The Swedish blonde made his way towards the front door.

"Where are you going?" Tiina asked, catching his arm as he headed for the door.

He gave her a seemingly ominous stare in response to her touch. Feeling she overstepped her boundaries by touching him, Tiina released his hand.

Berwald blushed and pulled on his boots, too shy to admit that he needed to relieve himself outdoors.

"I…I need to go too," Tiina told him, trembling a bit as he continued to stare at her.

He nodded. "Alr'ght."

"It snowed again," Lukas said over his shoulder as Berwald opened the door.

Indeed it had. Much more, in fact, than any of them was probably expecting.

At the sound of the latch opening, Hanatamago raced across the floor. Before she could make it outside however, Berwald scooped her up and set her in front of Lukas on the table.

"You want me to watch her, don't you?" the Norwegian asked. Berwald nodded, taking a firm hold of Tiina's small hand.

Outside, the Finnish woman looked at her surroundings carefully. She'd been outside last night but things were darker and more hectic and she hadn't gotten a full overview of where she was being held.

Now that the sky was grayer in color, she could make out the cabin and the details of the land upon which it sat. It had probably been there a while but the renovations were more recent.

Her attention shifted to a boat, still only half built, resting on a platform that was shielded from the snow. It was encircled by logs.

Tiina turned her head and was met with Berwald's intense stare.

"I'll wait h're," he said, stepping away and heading towards the boat.

Tiina hesitated. She could easily run away at this moment but she didn't think it was the right thing to do. Hanatamago was still inside the cabin and she didn't want to be separated from the dog again.

The woman glanced over at Berwald who had his back towards her. He was taking a big risk untying her and letting her out of his sight. Vaguely she wondered if it was because he trusted her not to escape anymore or whether he was confident he'd be able to catch her again. She was certain it was the latter of the two.

After she finished her business, she looked over at the woods and then back at Berwald. This really was a good opportunity to escape but the timing was very bad. For one, she didn't know where Mathias was. And two, she'd have a better chance of fleeing if she was able to get a head start when no one was expecting it.

Tiina reluctantly decided to rejoin Berwald for now. "I didn't escape," she told him, though this itself was evident to the Swedish man since she was standing before him, "I had the chance but I didn't take it."

Berwald's expression echoed relief.

"Because," she continued to ramble on, "I was really worried that you'd catch me and beat me worse than the other man. You look so much stronger."

His mouth gaped open at her response. "No," he mumbled, turning his gaze away from her in embarrassment. "I'm g'nna leave you untied for j'st a l'ttle longer," Berwald finished, walking in the direction she had just came from.

It seemed as though he expected her to wait for him now. She looked down at the ground and then gradually back up. She could hear clomping footsteps echoing in the distance up ahead.

"Hmm?" She started paying attention to these sounds as they grew closer until eventually she could hear a person whistling as they walked. She recognized the tune being similar to a Viking's song she'd heard once.

Her eyes fell upon her wrist. The person approaching must be Mathias and he was bound to notice she was untied. She knew she needed to fix this now.

As quickly as she could, Tiina turned and ran in Berwald's direction. The man was still relieving himself, oblivious to her sudden presence until she grasped the hand that was holding his cock.

He seemed taken aback by her abrupt action because his piss went sideways down his pant leg. He wanted to ask her why but he quickly knew when he heard his name being called obnoxiously by Mathias.

"Hey, Berwald. Breakfast ready?" the Dane questioned loudly, thumping his axe against the side of the cabin.

The Swedish man nodded without turning around. "Y'ah."

Nervously, Tiina squeezed Berwald's hand harshly as Mathias approached, hoping the Swede would hurry up and finish.

"It's fucking snowed. I can't hardly get any shit done today," Mathias complained, thrusting his hands back underneath his cloak. With a loud thump, the Dane kicked the side of the building with his foot and headed into the cabin.

"That was close," Tiina sighed in an exasperated tone as the door went shut. She looked at Berwald's face that was almost completely red by now. "But we made it through it without him noticing that we're not tied together," she said.

Berwald cleared his throat as he pulled his hand away from hers. The light blonde woman looked down and then screamed, shoving him away into a tree. "Ohayaaaa! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't see anything!"

Her panicked tone only made him feel worse as she fell back and stumbled across the snow. Berwald fastened his pants quickly and then leaned over to help her get up off the ground.

Tiina couldn't make eye contact with him. He put on his gloves and fetched a bucket from nearby and started to fill it with snow.

The Finnish woman stooped down and put her bare hand into the snow and left it linger there for a moment until it became cold. She pressed the snow between her fingers to the injuries on her face that were still a bit swollen from the other day. It felt good to apply something cool to the bruised skin.

She was surprised when Berwald cupped his hand over hers and eased it away from her face. He removed one of his gloves and pressed it into her hand. She looked up at him uncertainly. "So yo'r hands are w'rm." he explained.

" I have a high tolerance towards the cold," she tried to reassure him, "I'll be fine."

But Berwald continued to stare, unmoved by her response. He really felt she should wear it but since she had already told him 'no' he wasn't sure how to actually go about persisting with the matter. A sense of awkwardness sprung up between them.

Tiina decided she was going to have to give in after a while. She wasn't sure how much longer she could tolerate his penetrating eyes. "Alright. I'll take it," she relented.

The light blonde then slipped the glove on and gathered up another handful of snow. Berwald went back to filling his bucket.

With a sudden creak, the door to the cabin wrenched open.

"Fine! Do it yourself then." The sound of Lukas' voice and the door slamming caused both of them to turn their heads in his direction. The frustrated Norwegian tromped through the snow towards them, a sour expression blanketing his face.

Mathias ripped open the door and flung some deer entrails out at him, pelting the Norwegian in the back. "I'm going to have to do it since you haven't done anything." the Dane retorted.

Lukas swore as Mathias slammed the door. He picked up a snowball and hurled it heatedly at the cabin. "That man is impossible," he complained.

The dishwater blonde grabbed the Dane's unguarded axe that was lying near the side of the cabin and tromped across the snow covered grounds to the unfinished boat. He dropped the axe unceremoniously on the pile of the wood and studied the pile, deciding which would be best to start with.

The door reopened once more to reveal Mathias holding up the raw hide of the deer in one hand and some bloody sinew in the other. "This is the length I wanted. How do you think I am I going to make it if you cut the wrong pieces off for me?" he complained moodily, "I would expect this from Berwald but not you."

The Dane then flung the rest of the raw hide onto the ground. "I got your sail right here. It's one big piece so be careful with it," he called out before heading back inside.

Tiina wrung her hands together nervously as she watched Lukas plop down on a stump and begin to work.

"Hey, woman. How much longer do you think your winter will last?" the dishwater blonde asked without even looking in her direction as he addressed her.

Tiina shook her head uncertainly. "I think we're nearing the end of it," she told him but added, "it'll still be some time before the season turns."

Lukas retained a frown upon his lips. "I see." he replied as he split another piece of wood awkwardly with the Dane's axe. "Then it's still hopeless only now the situation's gotten worse."

He looked over at Berwald. "I felt 'it' again last night," the Norwegian continued, his expression growing increasingly somber as he addressed the Swedish man.

"It?" Tiina questioned, her eyes searching his face for meaning.

"Death," the Norwegian replied, his tone adding an extra degree of chilliness to the air, "The spirits of those departed are drawn here, warning us to leave this place before its too late. "

Tiina shivered, "So, you'll sail as soon as spring breaks?"

Berwald nodded, placing a hand on her shoulder. "We w'll. You too."

The light blonde woman shuddered. "Wait. I don't want to leave and go to your country," she protested, "I won't know anybody. I'll get homesick."

"We're not bringing her," Lukas told Berwald before turning his attention to Tiina, "If you run away when we're done, we'll manage."

"But," Tiina began, watching Berwald's face for an explanation, "If I'm that man's wife, won't he force me to come with him?"

"Wife? WIFE?" The word seemed like poison on the tip of Lukas' tongue. The dishwater blonde cast a dejected look in Berwald's direction. "Is it certain then? Is he really going to do it?"

The Swedish man hesitated. "Se'ms so," he gradually answered, "Tho'gh he hasn't said as m'ch."

The Norwegian bit his bottom lip. "When Mathias has his mind set on something, there isn't much anyone can do to talk him out of it. Once he gets a crazy idea stuck in his head, the stubborn idiot just keeps at it. This is a bad idea," he remarked.

Tiina nodded in agreement with his statement; an impending marriage to Mathias was just not desirable at all, for anyone. She felt relieved that at least one of her captors understood that a forced relationship was not going to work. She hoped that when she escaped she could put the business of marriage behind her quickly.

"If it's any consolation, I don't want to be your brother's wife. I just want to go home," she explained, directing her attention specifically at Lukas.

"Hmph. My brother?" Lukas replied, his expression softening in response to her assumption, "Don't misunderstand. That man's not our real relative though he makes us call him 'brother'. "

"Oh. So you're not a real family?" Tiina responded curiously.

Lukas paused as he seemed to stare longingly at the piece of wood in his hand before letting out a sigh. "No, we're not." He turned his attention over to Berwald who was starting to fidget with the edge of the bucket in his hands. The tall Swede could already sense their conversation was starting to stir up some uncomfortable memories for the Norwegian- a time all three of them wished they could forget but couldn't.

"We do it bec'use of a prom'se," Berwald finally clarified to her.

"One that Mathias is going back on," Lukas ruefully tacked on.

Tiina bit her lip. She could sense the shift in mood that was now evolving between the three of them. Whatever this promise was, her presence was clearly interfering with it.

Lukas returned to working on the unfinished boat. He scrapped Mathias'

axe across the board before shifting his gaze to the ground.

The bonds that he, Mathias, and Berwald had forged were starting to come undone. More than anything, the Norwegian wished he could leave Finland immediately before the foreboding sense of misfortune overtook them completely once more.

Yes, Lukas could feel it. The dread one feels when the loss of something or someone close is imminent.

Yes. It was just like that time.

Those were the days he remembered all too well.

To be continued~~~~

Author's Note 1: Thank you to everyone for reading! Reviews are GREATLY appreciated and very helpful to us~~~~

Author's Note 2: Next two chapters will be FLASHBACKs~ which I am like super excited about, so YAY! Well, to me, it's a good thing. ^_^
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