*Moonlit Bear*
Running through the forest, he clutched the two fruits tightly to his chest, but gently. He carried them with care; they were warm and so was his heart as he ran. He had found in the corner of these dark woods; a gift from God just for him. But he'd have to get them home quickly...
From not too far behind him, a roar rang out through the night, causing his eyes to widen in panic. Tonight was the night the bear comes out, but he mustn't let it catch him. He felt fear and guilt running through him. He had to keep hold of them, these fruits. They were his precious fruits, he couldn't hand them over. He had to hold on to them with is life...
...but they had belonged to that bear first. The bear's treasures...
Please forgive me.
Please let me run.
He ran faster, stumbling and tripping over the sticks and roots all around his feet. Tears rolled down his face as he lost all sense of direction. The fruit cried also, as did the bear. He could see the house in front of him now, where the other would be waiting. But the bear wouldn't cease , it wouldn't stop or let him run. It wouldn't give him a choice...
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Denmark looked up as he heard the door open then close again. "Nor, where've you been? It's almost midnight," he asked, a gentle smile on his face. Norway silently stood, slightly hunched over, in the doorway, panting with his treasures still clutched to his chest. "Nor, what've you-?" The smile dropped off his face instantly when he saw what he held, a look of sadness and mild horror replacing it.
Lightly, Den gripped Norway's shoulders, keeping a calm voice. "Norway, listen, our children... they're already gone. They're not part of this world anymore. So please, return these two to their own parent's side." Norway's mind froze. He kept his head hung low, watching the two treasures he held. Two soft heads of blonde and silvery hair, eyes remaining closed, but their small breaths repeating over and over...
The truth tore into him: these weren't his children, these weren't theirs, but he still selfishly wanted to keep them. Such a terrible crime he had committed. How could anyone forgive him?
"Nor?" Denmark stroked his hairs softly. "You can still fix this, if you do it now. Give them back." Norway violently shook his head, hitting the hand away.
"It's no use! Because, already..." He choked on his words. Denmark quickly moved his hand back to Norway's head, trying to comfort the once again crying man.
Because, outside the door lay the corpse of the bear. His glasses had been knocked off his face and the basket from his hand had been dropped, spilling its contents everywhere including a glass bottle of a child's milk.
A/N: This story follows through the Vocaloid song "Moonlit Bear" which is a really good song. Sweden is the bear and Iceland and Finland are implied to be the children. It made me think of the Nordics because, well, I'm loving those guys at the moment, and also because of another just started fanfic (Keep The Heart by The-Lonely-Pen) where Norge want a baby, and thus this was born. ^^; Anyway, thanks for reading~