I was depressed ok when I wrote this . don't hate me
Hetalia belongs to Hidekazu Himaruya
Denmark stood by a grave, looking at it sadly. It was pouring down, almost like a cliché. "That's what he would have said, that it was a cliché" Denmark said with a low voice to himself and smiled a little. He'd never believed this day would come, that he would stare upon his grave. Denmark was the reckless one and the risk taker, not Norway. But here he stood, in front of Norway's grave. Why him? Why Norway? Tears started to run down his face, though thanks to the rain it didn't show. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder and voices telling him to come with them. But he couldn't move, he couldn't even say he wanted to stay. He just stood there, looking at the grave. He remembered back on all the good times they had with each other and the not so good ones. "Denmark…" he heard his name for the first time in hours, he hadn't heard a thing before. He turned to see Sweden and Finland. For once he didn't felt like beating Sweden up, it was all pointless. Besides Sweden looked so sad himself, he had never seen such an expression on his face. "Come on… let's get you home" Finland tried to smile his soft smile to Denmark, but he couldn't. Denmark didn't want to leave the grave, but after yet another hour he did.
Denmark lied on the couch, snuggling into a blanket. He did not hear the discussion Sweden and Finland had in the kitchen. Both of them were dead worried, about Denmark and Iceland. The Dane was clearly in shock from the lost of his brother, his best friend, and Iceland had run away. No one had seen him since Norway died. Much of the world was colored in black since the Norwegian passed away. England thought he could save him when it happened, as he did once before. But what he didn't know was that it was only possible to bring someone back to life once, and only once. England blamed himself for letting him die and giving the other Nordics hope.
When Denmark slept he had a sweet dream where he was together with Norway again. It was so great to see his pale skin, his soft blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. He knew it was just a dream. He wanted it to last forever. He didn't care if he would have to sleep his entire life, as long as he could be with Norway. He felt the dream was dissolving, and he panicked. He didn't want to stop dreaming, he wanted to stay. Before he woke up he felt a light brush of a cold hand on his cheek and a soft voice whispering "Live on without me". He woke up with tears running down his face. How could he live on without his best friend? The only one he loved and the only one he would ever love.
Finland came in with food and some cocoa to Denmark. Normally the Dane would have asked for beer, but not now. He stared at the cup a long time before he was even able to drink some of it. It had been weeks and Denmark finally started eating, something that made the Finn a little relived. As he was slowly eating his food he asked about Iceland. Finland looked down a bit, hesitating to answer. "He ran away" he said sadly and twiddled his thumbs. "No one has seen him since." Denmark looked at the Finn shocked. Iceland… had run away?