A Christmas Present-Snapped North Italy

Feliciano watched as Ludwig left for the Christmas party.  He waved through the window as the car left the drive way, a false smile all the way.  As he lied smoothly Ludwig did not notice the change in his amber eyes, he didn't notice the darker spark that seemed to take place in them.

But Feliciano noticed.

And Feliciano let it take control.
He waited ten minutes after the black Porsche had left the drive before going into action.  He grabbed a few choice items and phoned a taxi.  Within half an hour he was on the next plane to Sweden where Tino and Berwald lived together.

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Finland listened to the pleasant jingling of sleigh bells as he harnessed the deer.  The last of his elves had left for the holidays last night and tonight he would be flying solo.  "Here you go vixen" he said, feeding the deer a carrot stick.

"You take care now, you hear?" Berwald said.  He came out and enveloped his wife with his
large form and kissed his cheek.

"Don't I always?" said the small Finnish man.  "I'll be okay."  He kissed Berwald quickly before going back to adjusting the sleigh and harnesses for the night to come.

"I'll be back in a few hours okay love?" he said to Berwald before kissing him one final time and climbing into the sleigh.  Behind him a huge maroon velvet bag, filled to the brim with all sorts of things, was strapped down onto the sleigh.

"I love you" Berwald said in his quiet way.

"I love you too" Tino said with a smile.  Then he cracked his whip and Berwald watched as the sleigh and the deer leaped into the sky to deliver the presents to the people of the world.

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Tino hummed happy Christmas songs as he flew.  The cold air rushed into his face, he took a deep breath and smiled.  Tino loved his job.  He settled in to his seat as he controlled the reindeer.  Up at the front was a bright red glow, Rudolph was lighting the way.

"Good evening Tino!" a cheery voice said from next to him.

Finland jumped and let out a little yelp.  He found a smiling Italy next to him, what was he doing up here?  "Oh…um…hello Italy.  What are you doing here?" he asked.  Tino felt nervous for some reason, and he subconsciously began chewing the inside of his cheek.

"It really is a beautiful night" Feliciano said and gazed around at the open sky.

"Why…yes…I suppose so."  There was something off about the man, something didn't seem right.

"It would most certainly be a beautiful place to die." He said, gazing vacantly off into the stars.  Tino froze his muscles tense.  Where did this come from?  What in the world was Italy doing?

"I-Italy?  W-what do you mean?" Finland felt cold as Ice inside as the Italian turned his gaze to the Finnish man.  His stomach seemed to jump to his throat at the cold, dark, gleam in Feli's amber eyes.

"F-Feli? F-Feliciano?"

"Don't you agree Tino?"  He asked with a sticky sweet smile.
Tinos chin was trembling.  The reigns for the reindeer fell from his shaking hands.  

"Don't you agree Tino?" Feliciano asked again.  Finland screamed as Feliciano launched himself at the man, knife in hand.  It was a shame no one was around to hear him.

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Berwald sat in the living room drinking a cup of hot cocoa.  He sipped it slowly, blowing on it every now and then so he wouldn't burn his tongue.  Tino always burns himself though, he thought.  Sweden shook the thought from his head.  He always worried about his wife when he was out being 'Santa'.  It was nice and all, giving everyone a little something but Berwald was always scared for the time when he didn't come back in the morning.

He sipped his cocoa and tried to not think of the sleigh crashing, his Tino's  twisted, broken, dead, body beneath it.

The cup was soon empty so he set it on the coffee table.  He lay down on the couch and slowly fell into a troubled sleep.

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THUMP!

Berwald sat up quickly.  He looked first at his watch.  It was almost noon and his wife was not home.  Whenever Finland came home Sweden would be sleeping.  The Tino would curl up next to him and fall fast asleep as well.

Next he looked for the source of the noise.

A maroon bag sat in the fire place.  There was something in it and Berwald recognized the bag immediately.  It was Tinos bag in the fire place.  Dreading what he would find the Swede slowly approached the bag and plucked a piece of white paper from the top.
In neat, curving hand writing was a note.

Dear Berwald,

Merry Christmas! I thought you might want a present, this one in particular.

Love, Feli <3

That's when Sweden noticed something different about the bag.  Places on it were…discolored.  Places on it were a deep crimson...

He took a deep breath and slowly opened the bag.

Peering inside he screamed, then fainted landing on the floor with a thump.

In the bag was Finland, or…what was left of Finland.  His head was right in front for all to see, the glassy eyes of the dead staring at nothing.