Wish Me Luck As You Wave Me Goodbye {VERAVERSE}

A Change In Location

Mathias hated Resistance meetings. Ever since his father was killed, he'd been left in charge of the Danish Resistance. And he hated it. He was a pilot, not a leader. His place was in the sky, not a meeting room. Before his father's death, he'd posed as a pilot, volunteering in the German air force. He was respected as one of their best pilots, an officer, and no one suspected that he was a spy. He would take the other officers out drinking, and once they were drunk enough he would get them to spill information on their latest strategies. Then, he would get the information to his father who would bring it to the Allies. His father had been killed on one of these missions, and although he missed him dearly, he didn't have time to get lost in grief. He had to appear strong, unfazed, or people would take advantage of him.

He sighed, staring out the window. The sky was crystal clear, perfect flying weather. They were in some village in Italy, though he couldn't remember the name of it. The leader of the Italian Resistance, Roma Vargas, was making a speech about something. His two grandsons sat of to the side watching, their spanish friend sitting in between them. He didn't really care what Roma was saying, it was probably something boring anyways. He wished he was flying, not stuck in a stuffy room.

He'd still managed to keep his job as a pilot, though many other Resistance members weren't happy about it. Back when his father was still alive, he wasn't allowed to know any important information about the Resistance. That way, if he was ever captured by the Gestapo, they wouldn't be able to torture important information out of him. Now that he was the leader of the Danish Resistance, he knew about everything including the Resistance contacts, names of Jews who would be smuggled out of the country, and the real names of all the Resistance members. If the Gestapo got this information, hundreds of people could be at risk. "A flyin' time bomb" Berwald had called him. Berwald was Swedish, but was an ally of the Danish resistance. He and Mathias had their differences, but in the end Berwald was someone he could trust.

"Pay attention, you stupid Dane. Roma's speeches are more important than your daydreams about hot girls." The person next to him hissed, and Mathias turned to see a young man glaring at him. The man was about his own age with dull blue eyes and light blonde hair that hung in his face. Mathias was tempted to reach out and brush it behind his ear, but he had a feeling the other man wouldn't appreciate it.

"I wasn't daydreaming about girls," He defended, "I was daydreaming about my plane. She's a Bulldog MK I and her name's Heldig."

"Heldig? What kind of name is that?"

"It's Danish. It means lucky. Nothing bad ever happens when I fly her. I'm lucky."

"I know what it means, it's the same in Norwegian. And that's the most absurd thing I've ever heard."

"If you knew what it means, why'd you ask me?!"

"Lukas! Mathias! Have something important you'd like to share with the rest of us?"

Roma snapped, glaring at the two of them.

"No, sir." The other man, Lukas, replied, returning his focus to the speech and ignoring the Dane beside him. Mathias rolled his eyes before doing the same.

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The meeting was over about an hour later, and the room quickly dissolved into chatter. People formed into small groups, discussing a number of things. Matthias made his way to the other side of the room where Berwald was sitting. The Swede was listening to another man rambling on about something. The man was significantly smaller than Berwald with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a cheerful expression.

Berwald nodded in acknowledgment when he noticed the Dane's arrival, and the other man turned around to wave at him. "Oh, hello there! I'm Tino! I'm Finnish, but I work with the Norwegian Resistance." He introduced himself with a smile.