The voice of someone long gone
England was walking around one of his many forest paths, when he heard a voice he had not heard in a long, long time. the voice of his mother, the one who had raised him, taken care of him and in the end left him in charge of her lands.
-I hear your voice on the wind and I hear you call out my name-
Veneziano and Romano was tending to their garden, when the voice of their grandfather called out their names. they looked around, searching all over the garden but there was no trace of him anywhere.
-listen my child you say to me, i am the voice of your history-
Prussia's head shut up when a voice reached his ears, a voice that was comforting in a way so long forgotten, it broad tears to his eyes, the voice belonging to his father, Germania, who disappeared shortly after Germany was born, leaving Prussia in charge of the land and a younger brother.
-be not afraid come fallow me, answer my call, and I'll set you free-
Germany looked up at his brother not knowing what to do, he could not remember a time where hi had ever seen his brother cry, and that voice that he kept hearing, it was familiar but not all that much and it made his brother cry so he was not sure what to make of it.
-I am the voice in the wind and the poring rain, I am the voice of your hunger and pain-
Denmark looked around trying to locate the source of the voice, but he could not find it no matter where he looked. Denmark began to fell scared and desperate, why could he hear is dad but not see him.
-I am the voice that always is calling you, i am the voice i will remain-
Norway went about his day normally as he was use to hearing the voice of his adoptive father once in a while. the first time it had happened he had looked around franticly trying to find the one person that had ever made him feel completely safe.
-I am the voice in thee fields when the summer is gone, dance on the leaves when the autumn wind blows-
Greece woke up to the voice of his mother, making him look around for her for almost an hours, but ending up falling asleep again to his old lullaby.
-Ne'er do I sleep though out all the cold winter long I am the voice that in springtime will grow-
Egypt was sitting with his legs against his chest and his hands over his ears, scared out of his mind. his mother's voice had suddenly called out to him and she should not be able to do that, since she had been gone for centuries.
-I am the voice of the past that will always be I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace
Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice of the future
I am the voice, I am the voice
I am the voice, I am the voice-
all around the world country's looked to the sky and all around them searching for the one person that made them feel safe and loved.