A loud splash broke the quiet air of the cold and snowy winter day. The snow beneath the man's feet was stained black by a strange liquid that seeped out for the bags he was tossing into the water before him. 'I hate pollution, but this is the only proper way to dispose of this garbage.,' the man thought to himself and let out a hot breath that became a cloud of vapor in front of his face. His violet eyes looked to the sky, "Looks like more snow is coming in." He threw the last bag into the lake before him and shook the snow off of himself. His pale face had flushed with red on his cheeks and nose. His blond hair was tinted with a little brunet into from a clean platinum to a dirty blond color.
His smaller body heaved with his breaths. He looked at his footprints, they were disappearing in the snowfall. After one last look to the lake, he turned and walked back to where he had come from, following his disappearing footprints. The bubbling at the surface of the lake behind him stopped as blackness came from the depths and tainted the water. He did not see this, for his mind was set on him getting back home.

Through the snow, through icy forests, he walked. Undeterred by the cold and the harsh weather. His boots crunched the snow beneath his feet. He zipped his jacket up and let out a sigh. The world around him was getting darker and colder. From the distance, he saw a warm light. A wood cabin by a lake. The lights were on. He smelled the smoke from the fire that was in the fireplace. A small smile came across his face. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the front door. The smell of burning wood and a cooking meal met his nose. The inside of the cabin was warm and cozy. The young man locked the door and took off his thick jacket and boots. He walked to the the kitchen and took the freshly cooked meal out of the oven.
He set the meal out to cool on the island in his rustic yet modern kitchen. While looking rustic and cozy, this cabin had many modern amenities. He walked out into the den area, a large beige couch was sitting in front of a large fireplace, throw pillows and blankets laid on the couch. A small, white dog was curled up and asleep on the couch. This brought a little smile to the man's face. He walked to the fire and put a few more logs in before giving the sleeping dog a pat. Her fur began to darken just from the touch of his injured hand. He lifted the hand to look at it. The wounds had a black substance coming from it, oozing out like it was blood. The same substance as what was dripping out of the body bags.

He went to the bathroom and got a first aid kit to wrap his hand. Once he was patched up, he went upstairs to check on the one that was resting. The blond man opened the door at the very end of the hall he walked down. The bedroom he stepped into was just as cozy as the rest of the cabin. He saw that the young woman on the bed had become restless with nightmares. With his uninjured hand, he reached out and touched the hair of the sleeping young woman. Her restlessness subsided. Skin as pure as snow and long silvery hair that glowed with a faint light. Long eyelashes fluttered as she seemed to wake up. Her voice was soft as snow flurries, "Finland?" "I'm here. It's okay. You're safe now.," Finland spoke, "You scared me when I found you. I thought you were dead."
"Not dead. But I'm pretty sore.," (y/n) said and looked at his hand, "Are you okay?" Finland pulled his hand away from her, "I am okay. It's just a small cut. It will heal quickly." The albino tried to get up from the bed and fell into the arms of the Finnish man before her. His body felt a little more solid and muscular than usual. (Y/n) felt his warmth and gripped onto him for support. She felt his uninjured hand wrap around her to support her. "You used a lot of energy to heal yourself, so you're going to be a little bit weakened.," the blond Finn smiled, "Dinner is ready. Let me help you." He gently helped her to walk out of the room, yet she stumbled on the stairs. Finland got in front of her and bent down, "Get on."

(Y/n) was hesitant before she was picked up by Finland. He carried her down to the first floor. The blond did not put the albino down and carried her to the dining table, a small table that only had room for four. He set her down and pulled a chair out for her. She sat down in the chair, the shimmer coming from her hair fell onto his wounded hand. Finland felt his hand heal with the touch of magic that she had inadvertently given him. "What would you like to drink? I have various juices, milk, tea, coffee, alcohol.," Finland offered to the albino woman. "Perhaps tea? If that is okay?," (y/n) asked. "That's perfectly fine! I have some nice tea stocked, I'll get it for you.," the final spoke with a big smile, "Please stay here." The albino was obedient and sat at the table as asked, she would have offered to help, even though exhausted.
Finland walked into the kitchen and looked at his hand, the black wound was closed shut by the shimmering magic that had dropped onto him. He already knew why this blackness clung to him. He already had watched his unconscious brothers be infected by it before his eyes. It was from their 2ps. Somehow, the 2ps had infected them, causing their desires and personalities to fuse with the 1ps. Funnily enough, it did not hurt.

It felt amazing.

A super high of increased power and this sudden break from normal restrictions. This is how their 2ps felt all the time. Free. Free from the rules and bullshit that the normal nations had to adhere to, while 2ps got to run free, unhindered by these laws. Finland did not want to have this feeling go away. However, he felt a growing attraction and protectiveness grow in him. This had to be how Thurston felt. This immense love for the albino woman. It felt like a burning passion that did not want to die. An immortal flame of true love. The Finn made (y/n) the tea she wanted and put the dinner on plates for them. He took the tea out for her first then retrieved the meal. The blond set the meal out in front of his beloved guest and saw her precious face light up in glee. She looked so incredibly happy. Her face looked even more cheerful when she tasted how good the food was.
Finland's heart swelled with pride. She was happy and safe. It was perfect. He would be better than his double was, he did not scare her. Finland cut into his dinner and ate it, it was delicious. They ate together in silence the crackling of the fire was what they heard before the sounds of claws clicking against the floor caught their ears. Hanatamago, the puppy, had awoken from her sleep and followed the scent of the food to where her master and (y/n) were eating. The fluffy little puppy begged the Scandinavian for something to eat. This little display made the albino woman laugh. A sound that made Finland's heart swell even more. He was so pleased to hear such a beautiful sound. It was something that made him happy.

He could hardly take it. He wanted to kiss her now. But he had to restrain himself. He had to be better than his 2p. He watched her with loving eyes as she fed the dog. Hana seemed to be a little bigger. She seemed to have a natural motherly quality. After dinner, they sat in front of the fireplace, watching the fire. They cuddled to each other, Hana laying on their laps. It just felt right to Finland. He placed a soft kiss on her head as she watched the flames before her. Nobody was going to take her. He was going to protect her with great ferocity. Not even his fellow infected brothers would come between them.

Especially since they now rested at the bottom of a lake.