The Union of Our Hearts

Engelbrekt Part 1

Finland's POV

"I don't know what to do Tino," Sweden said to me, his face in his hands. "He's being difficult again. He started the taxes again and all because of this stupid Danish-Holstein-Hanseatic War and Denmark halting all of my exports. My citizens aren't happy. Especially the poor ones and I can't do anything about it because-"

"Sweden calm down." I said, abandoning the food cooking over the fire place and walking over to him. I sat down next to him and put a hand in his shoulder. "I agree what Denmark is doing isn't the best...but you gotta keep your head up! It'll all turn out I'm sure of it."

I shot the tall blonde a smile, trying to make things better for him. Or at least take his mind off it. But I knew Sweden wasn't going to relax or keep his head up unless the situation was done and over with. And that obviously wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Sweden looked away from me and out the small window beside where we were sitting.

And that's when I saw it. A flicker in Sweden's eyes. Somehow I knew what was running around in his mind, wasn't a good idea, much less a safe one. "Sweden? Are you okay-"

"Actually," Sweden grinned a shit eating grin, and I shuddered. "I've never been better."

He stood up quickly, almost knocking over a stool and murmuring something under his breath. And as the large Swede turned to look at me, I yelped. Not because of having two heavy and large hands drop on my shoulders like rocks on the pavement, but from the crazed look in his eyes and a creepy smile plastered onto his lips.

"Finland. Don't you see? This is the answer to all of our problems." Sweden said lowly, yet a hint of excitedness in his voice. I lifted my eyebrows, gulping before I dared speak another word.

"What is?"

And at that moment, I wish I wouldn't have asked. He spun me around and directed me over to the window again, turning my head so that I could see what he was talking about. I squinted and followed where he was pointing, confused as I finally rested my eyes on a castle. The castle of Borganäs.

"I don't understand...how is a castle the answer to all of our problems? Sweden your starting to scare me-" he put his finger to my lips, making a shushing noise.

Sweden shook his head and chuckled. "Silly Finland. You really are innocent sometimes. But I have a question for you."

I looked up at him, however trying to avoid the new savage look in his eyes, and instead focusing on the expression slathered onto his face like warpaint. "Yes?"

"How do you think Denmark will react if a little 'get together' happened at the castle of Borganäs?"

Get together. What did he mean? What thoughts and plans were running through his head? Well, whatever they were...I didn't like where this was heading.

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 Norway's POV

 It was warm that night, and the smell of ash and soot filled the air.  The musty breeze flew in through the open window, though it wasn't the air that woke me up. It was the screams, the excited screams of the villagers of Borlänge as they set the castle of Borganäs on fire.

 I ran outside, I forgot my shoes but that didn't matter. What mattered was that a castle was being burnt down to the ground. Something didn't feel right, and it wasn't the mud beneath my feet. This was different, and when I got into the town where the victim building was barely standing, I realized what this was. A rebellion.