-Good Night-

The flames licked up the village, their shadows flickering onto the ground, looking as though they were dancing demons. Their creator stood above the once powerful Swede, his heel pressed into the fallen man's chest. A sick smirk was twisted onto the Dane's handsome, blood stained features; making the sea-green eyes that stared up at him flash with malicious anger.

"Danmark…" [1] he gritted out through clenched teeth. The Dane's heel dug harder into the Swede's strong torso, making him cough up little droplets of blood. "Hur kunde du?" [2]

The Danish man tilted his head to the side with a sickly sweet smile laced on his lips. As if it were obvious, he said; "Are you that oblivious, Sverige? [3] …I am only here to take back what is rightfully mine."

Denmark's heel dug deeper into Sweden's ribcage, earning a yelp from the Scandinavian man. The blue eyed blonde smiled, lifting up Sweden's chin with the tip of his axe; the blade sliced the skin on his chin as if it were butter. Sweden growled, shutting his eyes tightly, willing himself to endure the pain in his chest. Instead, he focused on his breathing… which was steadily growing shallower.

"Hey Sverige?"

The blond's eyes shot open with fright. Danmark was leaning down, his lips close to the Swede's ear. "I want to wish you of something…" he asked softly, his warm breath tickling Sweden's warm neck.

The Swedish man glared hard at the blackened sky above him, determined not to allow the soft voice of the Dane, or the warmth of his breath to lure him out of his guarded state. With a harsh tone, he demanded curtly; "Vad? Vad mer kan man möjligen vill, du sjuka jävel?" [4]

The Dane stared towards the ground, his eyes reflecting a flash of sadness. He shifted his axe's position, making it hover over his rival's neck threateningly. All sorts of emotion were gone when he whispered out; "Tell me it's going to be ok... You know, like you did when we were young. When I got scared because of a nightmare. Tell me everything is going to be fine for me, and that...that nothing is wrong."

Danmark sounded so upset, so lost, so confused... It touched Sweden in a way, making him almost want to comfort him. He snapped out of the trance when he felt warm liquid drip down from his chin and onto his neck. In a husky whisper, he said as soothing as he could possibly manage; "Det är ok, Danmark. Allt är ok. Det var bara en dröm…" [5].

The Dane smiled, his lips grazing Sweden's soft cheek. He hummed softly in his ear, feeling the relief of the words over come him. It was such a nostalgic feeling, that is, to feel comfort.

Sweden suddenly realized what was happening to him, and what the Dane was doing. With a shaky breath, he whispered out;

"…Godnatt, Danmark…" [6].

And the axe fell.

Translations : I apologize if anything is incorrect D: I realize how many different variations of words and structured sentences there are in languages, but my Swedish is VERY poor (I only know a couple of words), so I used a translator. Again, I'm sorry if anything is wrong.

[1]. Danmark - Denmark.

[2]. Hur kunde du? - How could you?

[3]. Sverige - Sweden

[4]. "Vad? Vad mer kan man möjligen vill, du sjuka jävel?" - What? What more could you possibly want, you sick bastard?

[5]. "Det är ok, Danmark. Allt är ok. Det var bara en dröm…" - It's ok, Denmark. Everything is ok. It was just a dream...

[6]. "...Godnatt, Danmark..." - Goodnight, Denmark.