❝everything will slip away❞

[sainturho]

Lieutenant. Take watch please.

[Battle weary and tired, he finally conceded to the man's gentle urges to take a break. He was wearing himself thin with long watches and little sleep, but they had to make sure that the line kept holding. The Soviets were doing their best to gain ground and didn't seem too interested in stopping

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[volcanisms]

[Immediately, he put his hands up and stood perfectly still. You don't exactly want to tempt a guy with a rifle.

Please don't shoot me.]

I-Iceland.

[It took him a second, but...that face seems awfully familiar.]

...Finland, is that you?

[sainturho]

[Staring at him for a few moments, he finally lowered the rifle and actually smiled. Shaking his head, he walked over to where the other was standing.]

Of course it's me. [There was a pause for a moment.]

You know, I almost shot you. What are you doing sneaking around?

[volcanisms]

[He lowered his arms back down to his sides, and let out a small sigh of relief. Now he didn't feel quite so tense.]

I didn't mean to. I just wanted -- ...I just thought I'd visit you.

[He fidgets with one of his gloves. He sorta felt bad to be bothering Finland like this if he was, um, busy. Iceland didn't need the guilt of causing trouble for anyone else, not right now.]

[sainturho]

I'm glad that you did. [He didn't quite say that it was a bad time, but it was a bit implied in this tone. Regardless, he still kept his smile.] I do always enjoy your visits.

Come. Let's go find someplace nicer.