(Warning: This is a Super Heroes and Hetalia crossover. If you don't like Hetalia, especially the Nordics, this may not be what you're looking for.)

Note: If you have any suggestions for superhero names for the Nordics, don't hesitate to contribute them!

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    The streets were barren in Stockholm as footsteps softly thudded against the cold ground. It was past midnight. Not the best time to be out. But Berwald had errands to run, and they couldn't be run tomorrow. Sipping quietly on coffee, he looked up. It was snowing. Of course, it was December, so this was to be expected. Shivering at the combination of the drink's heat and the climate's cold, he continued calmly on his way, the white flakes landing gently on his shoulders as a frigid sensation followed. Just a normal night...though Berwald was usually in bed by now.
    The faint clatter of much faster footsteps entered Berwald's ears and he turned around. A small boy, looking to be around 14-16, was panting as he struggled to catch up to a dog whose leash had been dropped. As the long, looping rope trailed behind the pup, Berwald noticed quickly and grabbed it, handing it back to the boy.
    "Ah, thank you...I'm so sorry," the boy breathed, his Swedish slightly accented.
    "What're ya doin' out so late?" Berwald grumbled as he helped the lad secure the leash to his hand. "Don' ya have curfew or anythin'?"
    The boy blushed a little, forking a hand through his pale blonde hair. "Oh, I'm alright...what are you doing? I didn't expect to find anyone out and about like this at this time of night..."
    "Runnin' err'nds fer m'brother," he mumbled.
    The young man nodded. "I just forgot to walk my dog today, we were heading to the store...you know, dog supplies and all that..." He sighed softly. "And...eep!"
    Berwald glanced down at the boy. Must've seen m'face, he thought bitterly. He wasn't deformed or anything, but his facial muscles were very tight, causing his face to appear intensely stoic. Paired with piercing eyes and sharp features, he didn't have the most welcoming appearance. He was also around six foot six and rather muscular from outdoor activities, so his body wasn't exactly average either. He prayed the lad wouldn't run, kneeling down to appear a bit shorter.
    "Oh, I'm sorry! Your face just alarmed me..." He was unconsciously wrapping the entire leash around his forearm, laughing nervously.
    "Yer gonna choke yer dog," Berwald stated matter-of-factly.
    "Oh?" The younger man unwound the leash and gripped it tightly. "W-well, I'll need to go..."
    "Ya c'n follow me," Bewald said quickly. "Not th'best idea t'have a minor wanderin' th'streets."
    The blonde inhaled deeply and let out a short breath. "I'm 20." He had often been mistaken for either a younger boy or a woman, and he couldn't blame them; he was only around 5'4" and slightly chubby, with a baby-face, soft features and round, rosy cheeks. "I'm not a minor, but I guess I'll join you..."
    Berwald stifled a gasp at his astonishment. This fresh-faced child was 20? "What d'ya need?"
    "Well, mainly pet supplies and groceries," the boy replied. "But I was thinking of getting dessert while I was out, since I kind of can't resist..."
    Berwald let out a soft chuckle. No wonder he was seen as a kid. "'Ll help ya, kid." I wanna say that two are better than one, but isn't that a little embarrassing?
    "Oh, I forgot!" The boy straightened up and looked around. "I...well, I never told you my name, did I?"
    Berwald raised an eyebrow slightly, but returned to normal. "Ya didn'."
    "Well, my name is Tino Väinämöinen..." He looked down and blushed. "F-funny name, isn't it?"
    Berwald looked down and shook his head. "Not funny...just sounds like yer not from here."
    "Oh, well...yeah, I'm Finnish...I hope you don't mind that," he replied quietly.
    "Nah, ya seem like a nice kid," Berwald replied. "So...T'no...ya ready?"
    "Mmhmm!"
    Berwald took his hand and they went through a few stores, leaving with around five full bags, giggling. Little did Tino know that the home he came back to was no more.
    Tears welled up in Tino's eyes as he dropped everything and darted to the pile of rubble, looking for something, anything, to recover, as he realized there was nothing to come back to. This caused Berwald to jump into action helping him. They found a few books, a photo album, some glass, a singed flower pot, and what was left of their television. But what really broke Tino's heart was something gleaming beneath a wooden board. It was small, round, and attached to a thin chain. Every last inch of it was covered in charcoal. He let out a squeak and wiped his eyes, getting his face slightly dirty.
    "Yer home..." Berwald's expression softened. "Got destroyed?"
    "It must have been a fire or something...why didn't I know?" The Finn mopped his cheek with the sleeve of his sweater. "I...I could have called the fire department, I swear, and they'd listen!"
    "Y' can stay 't m'place," Berwald muttered, wrapping his arms around Tino.
    "Thank you..."

Next up we'll meet Mathias, Lukas and Emil and possibly bring in the Marvel/DC stuff. If there's anything I could improve, please notify me!