The meetings were never this quiet, let alone in dead silence. All were sitting quietly with grim expressions on their face. Germany sat at the head of the table shuffling the papers, he knew that no one wanted the meeting to start, once the meeting started they would be reminded that seven countries were missing, seven countries that would never make it to another meeting again. Finally, Germany sighed and broke the tense silence "It's time." The other countries nodded and they walked out to the courtyard.
The weather was overcast which fit the mood for what was about to happen. The courtyard was beautiful, flowers in bloom and a fountain with several flagpoles. Yet the place was not nor would ever be a place of happiness. A long time ago it was decided that whenever a country would die, a ceremony would be held for them there. Now several flags flew from the poles.
America stood up to and took a rifle with blanks in it and stood in front of one of the poles, his left shoulder was heavily bandaged. "For the country of Canada, who perished by fire" America shot the rifle and took down the flag before handing the rifle to Belarus and headed back to a now crying France and England. Just like America, Belarus stepped up to one of the flag poles and started to speak "For the Russian Federation, who perished by fire" she shot the rifle and took down the flag and headed back to the bawling Ukraine, but not before handing it to the last person. Denmark took the rifle before standing in front of the last five flags. "For the Republic of Finland, the Republic of Iceland, the Kalaallit Nunaat also known as Greenland, the Kingdom of Sweden….and...the Kingdom of Norway, who all perished by fire." The final shot cut through the air.
They should've listened to the warnings, the scientists had predicted that a catastrophic solar flare would destroy a large part of the north. They had brushed it off saying it was ludicrous and bad dream that was not reality. Denmark was grocery shopping when he heard the screams. He didn't want to believe it, he wasn't seeing half the Øresund bridge and everything beyond it engulfed in flames. He tried to get across but a woman held him back saying there was nothing they could do. He couldn't watch the news that night, he couldn't hear what he already knew, that much of the north had been destroyed in what people were now calling the Great Fire.
He didn't sleep easy that night for his mind wasn't in the present, it was in the time of the Kalmar Union. He could see the hatred in Sweden and Finland eyes as they left, the fear in Norway and Iceland's eyes when he went on one of his violent streaks, the hurt and hatred in Greenland's eyes. They were all so clear in his mind, he didn't want to believe he would never see them again.
The meeting went by slowly, the weight of reality on everyone's mind. After the meeting Denmark went to the beach and watched the sunset while holding back tears. "Goodbye everyone, Finland, take care of Sweden for me ok? Iceland, loosen up with Nor a bit, he really loves you. Sweden, I'll miss you, I'm glad we were brothers, no matter how much of a jerk you were." he paused he to laugh half-heartedly before moving to the last two. "Greenland? I'm sorry I wasn't a better brother, I really did love you, despite what I would say. Say hi to Ivaana for me* and Nor, you and I were closer than the rest, I will miss you the most, you were the best brother ever, watch Greenie for me, you know how he is. I'll see you guys again...someday." With that Denmark stood up and went home.
A/N: I hoped you liked this, it was just a short thing I wrote for my friend that I wanted to publish. Please Review and don't be afraid to point out flaws.
*Ivaana is an OC between me and my friend along with Greenland. She is an Inuit Medic from the 1300s that Greenland feel in love with but being human she died.