Stop following me. (second spinoff of never leave you alone)

chapter thirty two

(Y/n) woke up with her heart racing, it was not the usual nightmare that went away with cuddles.
This one seemed to be maliciously planted into her head, the girl slipped out of the room and went to calm down.
She sat on the couch and ran through the dream in her mind, Egil and Loki had caught her and trapped her in a room where only they knew where she was.
They had killed everyone she loved.
But she sighed and remembered it was a dream, they did not have her.
Everyone was okay.

Tears spilled as she remembered what that man said, how many people did die because of her?
She remembered that her brothers did kill those who tried to hurt her, she forgot how many were killed though.
The silver haired Scandinavian looked up when she heard some soft footsteps, it was Finland.
"What are you doing up so late?", the blond male asked softly, "was it a nightmare?"
(Y/n) nodded, "Ja, but different. This one was more like... Loki and Egil themselves were there."
Finland sat down and rubbed her back, "You can tell me about it."

"I was in the meeting hall where I first met you. I was alone. Then I heard Egil, he was withing for me. He told me that he and Loki did this, they made sure That they could see me whenever they wanted.", (y/n) explained, "I was trapped, bound. Unable to escape as they held me."
Finland saw how uncomfortable she was, "you don't have to tell everything, but it was a dream. It was in your head."
The Scandinavian female shook her head, "my nightmares don't happen if I'm with someone. This one did. It was like Egil or Loki had invaded my mind itself."
the blond Finn patted the female's back gently, "Why not tell Norway? I bet he would do something."
"I don't want to bother him.", the female replied.
The Finn wiped her tears, "how about I get some warmed milk? I couldn't sleep either."
The blond male heated up two cups of milk to drink, he sat down and gave one to (y/n).
"This will help you sleep.", Finland smiled and took a sip of his.
The female took a drink of hers, "Finny?
"Joo?", the Finn responded.
"I'm sorry I flinched whenever I saw you before, I was...", the silver haired female spoke and Finland stopped her.
"You were still a bit traumatized from Your previous captures. I understand.", the blond male spoke and exhaled, "I've been through some bad experiences too."

(Y/n) looked at the scars that were peeking from underneath his loose tee, they looked a bit similar to hers.
"I too was tortured by your brothers, and even my own cousin.", the Finn spoke, "but I was able to break free from both."
"We are similar?", the female asked him and he nodded.
"Joo, I'm sure you met others like us. The tortured, broken, unwanted at some point.", the violet eyed Finn said softly, "we bear scars that are similar, so we are warriors of that respect."
The silver haired female looked down at the scars on her arms, remnants of the things that should have killed her,

"But we wear them, to show we are stronger for it.", (y/n) spoke, "we wear these scars as stubborn reminders that we have survived, and we are better for all of it."

Finland smiled, "scars are reminders. We can't change them, but we can grow better from where they came."
The two sat in silence and drank the milk, the warm creamy beverage soothed their nerves.
"I know someone who can answer my questions. He should be up at this time.", (y/n) spoke.
"You don't mean..?"
"Ja, Dracul. He said that I can come back whenever I needed. And I want to ask him some questions.", the female said and put the cup down.
She got the gloves she received from Dracul, "are you going to stop me?"
"I'm coming with you.", the blond Finn replied.
"Fair enough.", (y/n) smiled and warped them to the castle,

"T-this is where he lives?!", Finland exclaimed.
(Y/n) slipped the gloves on and nodded, "come on"
The two walked through the gardens, Finland stopped to admire the flowers.
"It's rather beautiful here.", the Finn said, "I kind of misjudged him."
"I think many do, he isn't great with relationships or socialization.", The Scandinavian female smiled, "but he has good taste and wants to learn."