~DenSu~ Time Changes All

Chapter 2

A female elk stepped lightly through the melting snow, searching for some shrubs or grass that was hiding under the chilly substance. Letting her guard down, not knowing that there was danger just around the corner. She quickly perked her ears up hearing a twig snap. Startled, she started trotting away. An arrow was shot through the air quickly at her, but it missed and hit a tree. Making a startled noise, she dashed off quickly through the forest.

The small swede let his hands fall to his sides. "Missed...." He said disappointedly. He set the bow he was holding down.

"Hey hey whoa! You can just give up!" A voice called from behind him. Denmark ran up to and and grabbed the bow off the ground. He dusted the wet snow that clung to the bow. "So what? You missed one elk, two pheasants, and a few song birds....But hey! You'll get it. And soon enough-" he quickly grabbed an arrow from Sweden and drew it back on the bow. He let it fly out into the woods. There was a loud squawk and some flailing noises. Denmark ran towards it and found he had hit his target. A female pheasant hiding in some bracken. He finished the suffering bird off and beamed.  Sweden walked over and kneeled down, he felt the feathers of the bird silently. The Dane next to him sighed.
"Maybe a bow isn't your best weapon.... We'll have to figure something else out..."
He paced in the snow thinking.
"You need a weapon your good with... And it seems your no good at long range...."
The small swede watched carefully, then pointed to the sword in the leather holster to the Dane.

"What about that 'ne?" He said curiously. Denmark broke off from his thoughts and looked down at the sword.

"Er... I dunno sve. It may be a little to big for you..." He noted to Sweden. He smiled and snapped his fingers.
"I got it! Follow me!" The Dane child ran back to the cabin with Sweden hot on his heels. He opened the heavy oak door with easy. He went into a small closet and came out with a few weapons in his hands and started going them.

"Okay. So. Since your pretty small and... Not all that built." Denmark turned to look at Sweden, who was looking not the least bit amused.
"Aaaanyways. We'll need something affective, but small enough for you to handle!" Without another word, Denmark started to sort through the weapons, looking over each one, contemplating each one. After going through most of them he smiled and shouted.

"This one!! It's perfect! Just your size until you grown bigger and stronger!" He said holding up a small handled dagger that was about six inches, or twelve point seven centimeters, long. He gave it to the swede boy, showing him exactly how to hold it.
"There. See? Perfect! It makes you look tough!" He said with a wide grin.

The small swede pointed to himself, looking surprised and uttered out.
"Me? I look tough'?" The Dane nodded quickly with a grin.
"Way tough! Super tough! Ultra-mega tough!!"

The Swedish boy was over joyed, but couldn't show it well because of a sudden yawn that brought itself to his small lungs. Denmark saw this and sighed.
"Maybe it's a good time for you to nap. Come on." He took Sweden's hand and led him to the bed on the other side of the small cabin. He helped him up and tucked him in. The little Dane didn't even realize how tired he really was until he laid his young friend to rest. He let out a yawn and rested his head on his folded arms as he started to drift gently asleep. 

Although when he was dreaming, he couldn't help but feel like there was something wrong. Something out of place. He couldn't put his finger on it. Until he heard an echo of a shouting voice. And heat, lots of dry heat.

"Denmark!! Wake up! Please!" Sweden screamed for the fourth time. Tears running down his face. Denmark's eyes shit open and got greeted by the stinging pain of smoke. His heart dropped to his stomach. The cabin, it was on fire.

Denmark scrambled to his feet, grabbing Sweden's hand. The wooden structure could collapse any moment. Without waiting another moment, the Dane sprinted towards the door, still holding on to Sweden's hand. He felt the flames cling to him, as burning feelings spread onto his arm. He opened the door and quickly stumbled through the snow, landing in it with a light hissing sound as the scorching fire that had latched it's self to him went out due to the damp snow. His heart was pounding and his mind drew a blank.  After a few seconds he came to, the first two things he heard where crying and coughing. Both of the sounds coming from Sweden. Denmark sat up and crawled to him, hugging the small, weak, nation to comfort him.

"The cabin... 'S gone....." He choked out.

"Shhh." Denmark hushed. "It's okay. It's going to be okay. I'm still here. You'll be okay as long as we're together. Alright?" He felt the smaller nod.

He let out a sigh as he saw the cabin crumble, he didn't know exactly what would come next. Where they would stay. What they would do. How they would survive. All he knew is that they would. Somehow, someway, together, they would make it.