Hetalia

Missing Son

71 years. It has been seventy-one years since the kidnapping has occurred. Seventy-one years of searching, of asking around, of waiting. Nothing changed. Nothing changed. No one knew of the kidnapping, or just didn't care about it at all, but the ones that were the victims of the kidnapping were scarred the most.

The Nordics, they were the ones that were hit the most.

The year was 1940, and for the Nordics the best thing was happening that night at 9:45 p.m. Finland, who was pregnant for the past nine months, was starting to give birth to his and Sweden's son. The two parents agreed that their son would represent Finland's capital Helsinki, and that if they wanted another baby that one would represent Stockholm.

They couldn't decide on one name so they decided on both a Swedish and Finnish name. Sade-Rusa. Sade was Finnish for rain and Rusa was Swedish for rush, put them together and you get 'rain rush' or if you say it the other way 'rushing rain'. Either way it was perfect for their newborn.

Sade-Rusa has blond hair like his 'uncles' Norway and Denmark and has blue eyes from Sweden, but the strangest thing was that as Sweden was holding him, everyone including him was sure his face would scare the newborn, Sade-Rusa just looked at his father for a few seconds before bursting in laughter and reaching out his little pudgy arms towards the internally-shocked man.

"H-He's not scared..." Denmark said as his 'nephew' giggled even more as Sweden rubbed his nose against his little nose. "He probably got that from Sweden himself." Norway muttered before he brushed a finger against the baby's nose and watch him sneeze as the aftermath. The baby blinked in shock at the force of his sneeze for a few seconds before smiling again.

"He g't h's sm'e f'm h's m'th'r." Sweden said surprising his son of his deep and slightly rough voice before Finland woke up and looked around blearily. "Where..?" He mumbled before Sweden handed their son over to him. The resemblance between the two was uncanny as Sweden calling Finland his wife.

"He'll look like Finland when he grows up," Iceland said as the baby stared at him curiously. "Let's hope he won't be so perky as him all the time." The baby looked annoyed as if Iceland offended him and cutely glared at the Icelandic until he noticed the puffin on his shoulder.

Mr. Puffin stared at him as he opened and closed his little hands in his direction on Iceland's shoulder until Finland realized what the baby wanted. "I think he wants to pet your puffin." He said to Iceland, both puffin and nation replied with an 'oh' before Mr. Puffin moved to his owner's hand and was lowered to the little hand's reach.

Sade-Rusa(AN: getting tired of calling him baby or newborn) squealed at the fluffy yet silk-like texture of Mr. Puffin's feathers before the bird suddenly squawked and flew back to his owner's shoulder. The others looked at the puffin curiously before looking back at Sade-Rusa and saw why the bird suddenly flew away from him.

Sade-Rusa was holding one of Mr. Puffin's feathers and was giggling happily.

"You naughty naughty boy." Iceland said happily to him until Mr. Puffin squawked at him angrily, careful to not use any profanity since he is unsure of how it would affect Sade-Rusa's development.

[Time Skip]

"Hey!" Denmark shouted as he barged into the Swedish-Finnish house with Norway and Iceland quietly following. It's been two months since Sade-Rusa was born and the three Nordics decided to give him presents once he could see and hear.

Sade-Rusa looked around until he saw his 'uncles' and squealed as he tried to turn around on his bum, making Denmark laugh and the brothers chuckle at his attempt. He almost made when he was suddenly lifted and looked upwards to see a "scary" face which he always laughed at happily.

"P-Pappa!" The room was suddenly quiet even when Finland stepped in the room to also experience the new word. "Ä-Äiti!" Now that was new too since he just said his second word after his first.

"Hey looks like he's talking already!" Denmark said/shouted as Sade-Rusa looked at him curiously as he was sat in his mother's lap after he sat down on the couch. "Anyway here's my present!" Plopped on the two month old's lap was a wooden axe custom-made for his little hands and slow but fluid movements.

He instantly noticed the glare Sweden was giving him and held his hands up in defense. "Hey, at least I didn't give him a real one!" He shouted, slightly calming down the angered Swede. The 'real' one he meant was the one with the sharpened metal blade, while the one he gave Sade-Rusa was wooden from the handle to the blade.

"At least mine's better." Norway muttered as he set down a small box on the end table and pulled out something small with string. It was a necklace but the charm was a blue cross with light blue trimming like his and Iceland's flags. He put it on the infant and watched as he stared at it before grabbing it and trying to put it in his mouth.

"That's not where it goes," Finland laughed slightly as he gently tugged it out of his son's mouth. "It is a great gift Lukas." Norway gave a shadow of a smile before moving away to let Iceland through. "Here's my gift since he might be lonely if you two go out or something." A plushy was plopped next to Sade-Rusa, who was set on the floor and watched it curiously.

The plushy was a Maltese dog with black bead eyes and had stitching on the sides of its legs, tail, the bottom of its ears, and along its back. "Took me a while to make it," He said as Sade-Rusa crawled closer to it and sat down next to it while still staring. "Though I'm not sure how he'll react to it."

As the nations conversed about Iceland's gift what they heard next not only surprised them but the actions that came with what they heard surprised them. "Hana." A song-like voice sounded out, making them look at the two-month old just in time to see him plop his little hand on its head.

There was a slight glow coming from his hand, and that sure surprised Norway.

"Hana." Sade-Rusa said again as he plopped his slightly glowing hand on the plushy and watched as it went from a plushy...to a real puppy. "Bow!" The now-real puppy said as it looked around, noticed Sade-Rusa, and calmly jumped at him while trying to lick his cute little face.

"H-He has magic-!" Finland stumbled out as Sade-Rusa giggled at the treatment he was receiving. The others stared as they tried to comprehend what exactly just happened. A few seconds ago the puppy was a plushy, Sade-Rusa somehow was born with magic to bring the plushy to life, and now it was alive and a real dog.

"Just like Scandinavia..." Norway mumbled, although the others heard him clearly. "Is he-" "No way..." "That means-" They watched as the duo slept peacefully, somehow Sade-Rusa gotten tired from receiving the puppy's treatment and fell asleep on his side until she gently pushed onto his back and plopped right next to him and fell asleep.

It still surprised them, throughout the two months Sade-Rusa was born, from the minute his hand slightly glowed that should've given it away, and from Norway's mumble instantly made sense of how the little one was able to be friendly with everyone, to not be scared of his father's face, and to turn a stuffed animal into a real animal.

Sade-Rusa was the descendent of Scandinavia.

[Slight Time Skip]

It was almost midnight as the Swedish-Finnish family were asleep. The puppy, named Hanatamago by Sweden since Finland kept coming up with bizarre names, slept with Sade-Rusa in his crib as he was covered by a white blanket with a yellow cross. It was hand-stitched by Finland and was given to him the day after he was born, and now he still can't let it go.

He still had on the cross Norway gave him, both were symbols that stated no matter where he is in the world, he was still a Nordic. Soft snores coming from both pup and baby stopped suddenly as the window in the room opened, creaking quietly.

Hanatamago was instantly awake as Sade-Rusa was still in dreamland, filled with family and his homeland. A hand came through the window followed by an arm then a shoulder then a head then a torso until the person was halfway through the window and noticed the duo in the crib vulnerable.

"Looks like I got my work laid out for me." They, by the voice a male, said as he stared at the sleeping infant and staring pup. He barely noticed the pup and kept staring at the infant. "He doesn't deserve to be a capital, he's too small," He said to himself as he leaned closer to the crib. "He's much better off as a micronation, yes better than a capital. Those idiotic gits of parents won't recognize him after I assimilate him into my culture."

Just as he slid his hands under Sade-Rusa, he started crying out and Hanatamago added in by barking as loud as she could. "Bloody hell!" The person shouted as he heard running footsteps near the room. In a panic he grabbed the child that was still wrapped in his blanket, and left through the window just as the door opened.

"N-No..." Finland stumbled out as he collapsed into Sweden's arms. The Swede looked around seeing Hanatamago still barking, and the open window. "Sade..." He as tears fell over his face and clutched onto Finland as he was his lifeline and Finland did the same. Nothing was the same after the accident and seventy-one years were spent searching for the missing child.

Sade-Rusa, the descendent of Scandinavia and Hanatamago's best friend, was gone forever.

I bet you guys can guess who the kidnapper is.