Disclaimer: Sadly, Hetalia is not mine.
Song: The lullaby is "Sleepsong" by Secret Garden. I suggest listening to it. It's very beautiful.
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Deila always seemed like the woman that could never smile, no matter how funny a joke was. Rumors were spread about her soul being made of ice from Hel itself. That even when someone died, she did not shed a tear.
When people first spotted her with a small child in her arms, the rumors increased. That she had stolen the child from the arms of his mother, after killing her. That she was going to use her magic on him, torture him.
But they would never know what truly went on inside the home of Norway. Never know that she cradled her little brother in her arms, despite his protests. But he'd always calm down and be quiet when she sang to him.
Deila knew that Iceland loved it when she sang. Though, she did it only once or twice a day. Sometimes during chores, but always before her brother went to sleep.
Lay down your head...
And I'll sing you a lullaby
Back to the years
Of loo~li lai~lay
She'd watch as Emil would quiet instantly, stopping his protests of being held. As his big violet eyes looked up at her, still wide awake, but telling her that she had his attention.
And I'll sing you to sleep
And I'll sing you tomorrow
Bless you with love
For the road that you go
Emil would go completely still, except for his steady breathing, as he listened to his big sister's voice. It was odd to him how she'd usually be so quiet, when she had the most beautiful voice in the world. At least in his opinion.
May you sail far
To the far fields of fortune
With diamonds and pearls
At your head and your feet
The only sounds besides Deila's voice where the creaks of the settling house itself, and a puffin's small talons scraping across the wooden floor as he approached the two.
And may you need never
To banish misfortune
May you find kindness
In all that you meet
The bird flew up a bit and nestled himself in Emil's lap. Neither nations paid much mind as the puffin did so. Because of this, the bird nudged Iceland's right hand. The only thing it earned was a small stroke on his back.
May there always be angels
To watch over you
To guide you...
Each step of the way
A slight chill came upon the two was wind blew outside, carrying snowflakes in it's invisible hands. Norway kept singing as she made her way towards a chair in the den.
To guard you and keep you
Safe from all harm
Loo~li...
Loo~li, lai~lay
They both settled into the cushioned chair, Norway pulled a blanket over her lap and her brother. As she continued to sing, she gazed down at the designs on the blanket. The colors were not bright, nor dull. The swirls and curves on the hems melted into a scene of a snowy forest. In the center, was a small black wolf. Seeming lost without its pack.
May you bring love
And may you bring happiness
Be loved in return
To the end of your days
Even though Emil's eyes had closed, Norway knew better than to stop singing before the end. Last time, the boy had woken instantly and complained about her not finishing.
Now fall off to sleep
I'm not meaning to keep you
I'll just sit for a while
And sing loo~li, lai~lay
The fire was getting low, and therefore the room got colder. But Deila only pulled the blanket up further and continued singing. She'd have to put it out soon anyway.
May there always be angels
To watch over you
To guide you...
Each step of the way
Iceland sighed and snuggled himself closer to Norway, his face pressing to her breasts slightly. She didn't push him away, knowing his actions were harmless.
To guard you and keep you
Safe from all harm Loo~li...
Loo~li, lai~lay
As the lullaby came to an end, Norway pulled her brother to sit up in her lap, and held him in her arms. This way her legs would not fall asleep. Emil did not open his eyes, but he did press closer to his soft "pillows".
Loo~li...
Loo~li, lai~lay
Deila pressed a gentle kiss to her brother's forehead. He was finally asleep.
Yes, no one outside of the house would know what went on. That the woman's heart was not a frozen glacier. Her heart was beating just as anyone else's. That she loved the small child in her arms more than anything.
But if that meant that they would not be disturbed in this peaceful time, perhaps that was a good thing.
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A/N: Deila is an Old Norse name that means 'querrel' or 'fight'. I chose this name because Norway did a lot of fighting long ago, and it was nice sounding.
Should I do another one of these? I was thinking of doing one with "Lullaby For A Stormy Night".