Say Uncle Chapter 1, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

'Say Uncle' By Vienna Teng.

Everyone agrees it came too soon
It was only meant to be an interception
You kept fear of death in the back pocket of your jeans
In the palm of your hand, affection

It came like a sudden gust of wind
Leaving them bewildered to ask how
I recall last time we met, you said we'd meet again
The irony is only bitter now

These days everyone cries, "say uncle"
They want to touch your spirit lest it die
For this your sons and widow gather with us at the table
To form a healing circle for our new demise
These days everyone cries, "say uncle"
I retrieve the memories quickly as I can
Add them to the portrait we all draw in our minds
Your body gone, we shall keep the man

I close my eyes and hope they do not fade
These remnants of a voice and a smile
Images of landscape, cloaked in forest green
Like your life unfolding mile by mile
A fierce embrace, a word of thanks
A cheerful whistle, and hours in a van
Somehow these pieces must bring back the man you were
Though the ocean claims your ashes on the sand

These days everyone cries, "Say uncle"
They want to touch your spirit lest it die
For this your sons and widow gather with us at the table
To form a healing circle for our new demise
These days everyone cries, "say uncle"
I retrieve the memories quickly as I can
Add them to the portrait we all draw in our minds
Your body gone, we shall keep the man

Denmark walked forward in front of the mirror in an attempt to straighten his tie. He was only succeeding in making things worse. Norway decided to save him before he ripped the tie in frustration. Shaking his head a little he used his delicate fingers to correct his lovers' attire and smooth the suit jacket down over his shoulders. Denmark had always looked good in black. It contrasted nicely with his pale complexion. The usual goofy smile was absent- the only hint that something was wrong. Norway's eyes were red. It had come as a surprise to him to learn how much he could cry. He knew Denmark had cried but he only let out small soft sobs while Norway had simply wailed. He was engulfed in a pair of sweet smelling arms and he pushed his noise into Mathias' jacket. Today was going to be difficult. Both he and Denmark wore white ties, an old Swedish tradition in which the members of the immediate family would wear white ties instead of the usual black ones. They were staying in Sweden and Tino's house. Neils did not want to move from this comfortable embrace. It gave him some reassurance and a great deal of comfort.

There was a knock at the door and Norway hastily pushed the Dane away. He didn't like showing affection. Iceland stood in the doorway, white tie in hand looking embarrassed. Norway began to wonder if he was the only Nordic who could manage a simple tie as he went over to his brother and fixed it for him. He was proud of himself that he had managed to keep a steady hand.

The funeral service was held in a church and whenever they had to stand Norway hated to admit it but he had to lean against Mathias to prevent himself from falling to the floor. He could feel the Dane quivering in his jacket. Neils knew he was trying to hold in sobs, the Dane was too proud to cry in front of anyone else. So was Norway but he didn't have the strength or resilience to stop the tears struggling their way down his face. The sound of Tino's gentle sobs filled the entire church and each fresh bombardment of tears caused every nation on the sanctum to feel a pang at their hearts. He was cradling Sealand in his shaking arms. The boy was staring at his father's coffin with wide, horrified eyes leaking with tears. Norway wondered if he had come to terms with it yet. They sat down once more and Norway felt Iceland lean against him. Norway was glad that Denmark was there otherwise he would have fallen off the church pew. Also Denmark was not crying and for some reason that made Norway feel better. He couldn't stand anymore people crying. Sweden was dead and long gone. No one could bring him back. Iceland whispered in his ear; "Why did Uncle have to die?" Norway never knew why Iceland called Sweden and Denmark his Uncles but it didn't bother him, he was too preoccupied wanting Iceland to call him brother.

There was a small reception that he and Iceland had prepared back at Berwald's house. Some of the nations came to offer their condolences and for some light refreshments. It was quite sombre atmosphere but that was to be expected with the sobbing Nordic nations in the corner. Denmark was doing his best to entertain people and maintain a cheerful atmosphere. He was failing catastrophically. Norway used this time to lean against Finland, an arm around his shaking form and contemplating Sweden. He was never a very expressive man but he had always been kind and Norway had always seen him as a very gentle father. He was lost in memories which slipped into dreams and before he knew what was happening he was being tucked into a large bed with soft blankets. He was confused and almost got up before he felt Mathias' arms wrap themselves around his waist and he retired back into sleep. Finland would not sleep well that night, and Sealand would not sleep at all.

Please don't hate me. :'( This is a two-shot so there will be another chapter to this. So anyway please review and thank-you for reading. ^^ The song above is 'Say Uncle' by Vienna Teng off her album 'The Waking Hour' The next chapter is much, much longer than this one. Originally it was meant to be Denmark who died, but I couldn't bring myself to kill him...