The Last War [A Hetalia Fanfiction]

"Right, are you okay with dealing with Peter?" Tino asked with his maternal voice, strict but gentle.

"Yes, m'wife."

"Good. Now. Take care of yourself. I promise I'll make it back to both of you!" Tino raised his arm to wave goodbye.

"Mama! Wait!" Peter ran to hug Finland's leg, holding tight like a boa constrictor with no need to let go.

"Peter, I need to go..."

"Can we have a group hug before you go?"

"Oh, Dear, of course we can!"

The three initiated a hug, a tight one. They both lifted peter up and he clung around Tino's neck much like a koala. Sweden and his long arms wrapped around the both of them and he showered them both in pecks of kisses.

Eventually, the three released each other and Berwald set Peter down onto the floor where he held onto Sweden's leg.

"Oh, Peter, dear!" Tino smiled, kneeling down to his son's height, "have this. It'll remind you of me, and I'll be back soon. Okay?" While he spoke, he took the cross medallion off around his neck and set it into the boy's palm, enclosing Peter's hand around it with a gentle, motherly movement.

Peter's hand shook as he held the medallion within his palm. And as Tino stood up to go, Peter stared at his hands and began to cry.

"Oh, Peter. It's okay..."

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This is a Hetalia fanfiction based off World War 3. This portrayal is nothing but fiction (with drabbles of reality). This is solely from my interpretation. I do not own Hetalia nor any of it's characters, but I do own the plot.

By the way, this is not just a Nordic based story. There are other characters within and throughout the story, it's more revolved around the Nordic 5.

Enough said, I really do hope you enjoy my book as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please Vote and Comment if you liked it! Creative criticism is encouraged!