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Sweden was old and was facing his final hour. Every breath a battle in his war to live and he could feel that he was losing the fight. Every time he turned on his side to look out the window he saw a glimpse of a chariot-type vehicle fly by. And he heard the faintest sound of ringing bells. Sweden had never been what you would call a religious man but he was pretty sure he was supposed to hear angels singing. Maybe angels sounded like sleigh bells.
But that didn't matter. What did matter was what was happening now and right now Sweden was dying. Alone. He was thirsty and no one was there to pour him some water. He was hungry and no one was there to feed him. He was sad and no one was there to make him happy.
Sure Norway, Denmark (whom he still hated with all the fiber of his being), and even Iceland had stopped by earlier, but they all had better things to do then stand around and watch their friend die. And that's all they were to him. Friends. They were close to becoming family once but all that had changed when Finland had that horrible sauna accident. His funeral was the saddest day of Sweden's life.
Sweden bit back tears. Thinking about Finland always made him cry. Looking back there were so many things to be done, so many things that could've been done, so many things that he didn't do. The Swede shook his head (a movement that took a great amount of effort), to leave this world with so many regrets and so many mistakes. He wished he could go back. He prayed and he didn't even know who he was praying to. The man sighed, it was too late for all of that he couldn't go back and he couldn't fix things and he would never be able to. It was a dark truth, but a truth nonetheless.
He balled up his fists, if was going to die, he was going to die on his terms. Sweden forced all of his strength into his arms, turned on his side and pushed. His weak legs fell daintily to the hard wooden floor. He desperately looked for something, anything that he could use to…well, end his life. His light blue eyes met his reflection's in the full-length mirror.
Mirror Sweden asked Real Sweden what he was doing. Sweden didn't answer, how could he? He barely knew himself. Mirror Sweden told him to stop, told him to think about Sealand. But Sweden didn't give a fuck about Sealand, he was a grown man now, he could deal with his father's death. Mirror Sweden told him to think about Finland. But…that was why he was doing this, for Finland. Mirror Sweden paused and after a while he repeated his plead. Think about Finland.
And Sweden did. Sweden took a moment and thought about Finland, about Finland's smile, about Finland's inability to grow a beard. He thought all about Finland. He didn't even notice that he was crying until his tears hit his wrinkled foot. Sweden smiled. He didn't know why and he didn't care why, he just smiled. And without another thought Sweden sat down and closed his eyes for the last time. He was dying, but he didn't mind. He was going to see his wife.
He was going to see His Finland.
Who says a happy ending can't involve death? I don't that's for sure. Please review!