Warning: 448 words of pure depression.
Names: Berwald- Sweden, Timo- Finland, Lukas- Norway, Eiríkur- Iceland
Disclaimer- Don't own Hetalia.
Der er Ingen Vej Fra Mørkels Land
There is no way from this land of darkness
It was his fault.
If he hadn't tried to keep them together by force, maybe they would still be a family.
Berwald, his blood brother, left the Kalmar Union after disagreeing with him, Timo following. Every attempt he made to bring them back completely failed, and only served to drive them even further apart. It just made England and France seem like the best of friends in comparison.
Lukas and Eiríkur stayed, but not by choice. No matter how much the Norwegian tried to hide it, he could see the hate lingering in his eyes every single time a rebellion was crushed and his people were kept under Danish rule, could hear it in his voice and bearing when he was forced to speak or write in Danish.
Eventually, Lukas started to spend most of his time in his own lands, taking Eiríkur with him. He could at least take some comfort in being able to see them when they had to come to Copenhagen for one reason or another.
Then came the Napoleon Wars and the Treaty of Kiel.
It was completely his fault. If he had managed to convince his boss to withdraw earlier… maybe none of this would have happened.
But he didn't, and it did. He was forced to sign that treaty, causing Norway to fall under Swedish rule.
Lukas and his people attempted to declare their independence, Lukas at least wanting to see his brother- he wished that he held the delusion that he would want to visit him sometimes- but failed.
Lukas didn't even say goodbye to him. All he did was threaten him with torture that would make him wish to find a way to die permanently if he so much as thought about touching Eiríkur.
He didn't need to worry about that. He couldn't even bring himself to look at Eiríkur for decades. Whenever he did, he could see the accusations in his eyes, of how he was the one who tore his beloved older brother from him, of how much he had messed up. Seeing him look so much like Lukas had just drove the knife deeper.
Eventually, when Iceland gained some home rule, Eiríkur left and didn't look back, just like everyone else.
He smiled and acted like none of this affected him in public, but when he was completely alone in his home, in the house that they all shared so long ago, he stared at the beer in his hands and tried to remember those days when they were considered a family.
He wished he could go back to those days.
But he couldn't.
All he could do was hate himself for being the cause of this broken family.
I have no idea where this came from. I wrote this a few weeks ago and debated about posting it, but decided that there was no real point in not.
The title is a line from the Danish version of "No Way Out" from Brother Bear,
"Igen Vej". I did not have the title in mind when writing it, but thought the song was fitting.
I guess that I wanted to explore a different side of Denmark, where the always happy personality is at least somewhat of a lie. Not all of it is, of course. He is actually genuinely happy much of the time. However, considering his history, he would at least feel guilty for what he's done and feels that it is completely his fault when it's more complicated than that. After making him and Berwald blood brothers and having them be raised together with Lukas, this followed.
Just so you know, I do have a sort of sequel in mind that takes place post-WWII involving them setting their differences and at least starting to fix their relationship.
Update: the sequel is called Sammen Igjen.