On the next morning, after breakfast, Tino and Emil ushered Berwald to an empty corner of the boat. The younger Nordics were eager to know the rest of the story, and Sweden knew it all too well.

Matthias was entertained with America, Prussia, France and Spain; meaning the Swedish would have to finish the sad story by himself.

Norway and Lisbon were the only ones who hadn't been present during breakfast, and this fact had started to worry Portugal; he and Porto were the ones who had travelled to the North so long ago, along with Spain, to rescue their beloved sister from the Vikings' claws.

Meanwhile, on a certain compartment of the ship, Lukas had awoken still holding (f/n) safely on his arms. The girl was still sound asleep, it was a beautiful sight only he was allowed to see. The Norwegian moved the hair out of the female's face and placed a small kiss on her forehead. The Portuguese's eyes fluttered open and uncounsciously gazed into the ex-vikings' orbs, a sweet smile flourished on her face.

Norway felt the feathery touch of his beloved's hand on top of his cheek as, in a soft loving tone, she spoke her first words of the day: "Good morning, Lukas!"

With a rare and loving smile, the Nordic placed a soft peck on the hispanic's lips, before answering: "Good morning, min kjære!"

The Hispanic female ended up staying with the 3 nordics for about 20 years. During those years a lot of things happened: she discovered about them being countries, they found out about her being a city, she took quite a liking on the 3 males…

The 3 vikings had turned into her family: Matthias always remembered of her brother Luís, Berwald was seen by her almos as a father figure, Lukas… the Norwegian was a whole different story, she had fallen in love with him and, unknown to her, the Viking had also started to harbour the same feelings for her.

Ingrid, the healer, had become a very close friend of the Hispanic and was fully aware of her friend's feelings. With this healer's and Matthias' help, the 2 ex-enemies eventually ended up getting together. The couple was as happy as happy can be when the two were in each other's company; during tjose times, Norway didn't smirk like he had always done, he smiled… When he was away, the mere thought of his lover was enough to make him smile or even laugh.

But, 20 years after the Nordics had brought the Hispanic to the North, something terrible happened…

On the deck of the ship, Portugal was pacing around, worried because his sister had yet to make her appearance. Porto was leaning on the wheel, carefully observing his brother.

"That's it, I'm going to look for her!" Portugal snapped.

For those 20 years, down south, 3 people never forgot about the kidnapped girl and, during all that time, they planned ways of getting her back. Who were these people, you ask!? They were Luís Teixeira, Afonso Teixeira and Antonio Carriedo; they were the female's only family…

One night, after those 2 decades of planning, the Hispanics disembarked on Norway, not far from the place they were about to assault.

Oblivious to what was happening, (f/n) danced with Lukas inside the shack; they were alone, Matthias had wanted to go out for a drink and Berwald had gone to keep an eye on the Danish.

Hearing a twig snap on the outside, Lukas' expression turned serious. He grabbed his sword and kept his lover behind him, hiding her from prying eyes, as he opened the door and stepped outside.

An attack came from the norwegian's right, he managed to dodge it and move away from the shack; soon, a second intruder joined their battle. The snow falling prevented the girl from seeing the intruders' faces, but she instantly knew who they were as another person grabbed her arm and started pulling her away from the Viking shack; the female's eyes identified the third intruder as one of her brothers.

"Afonso…" she had whispered.

A pained cry echoed on her ears, causing her attention to return to the 3 fighting males. The sight that she was faced with was one that she would never be able to forget: at the hispanics' feet, Lukas' body was laying on the ground uncounscious and covered in blood. Tears started streaming from (e/c) eyes as the girl fell down to her knees, unable to tear her gaze away from the traumatizing scene in front of her.

A war cry sounded; the southern males retreated, dragging the broken female with them. From a distance, Lisbon could see Sweden and Denmark running to Norway's dying body.

"So…" Finland started. "Those scars of Lukas…"

"The one on his back and the one on his chest." Berwald nodded.

"I never thought…" Iceland muttered.

After that day, Norway never smiled again, he also started keeping most people at bay in fear, but he never forgot his love.

As for Lisbon, she entered a depression that lasted for 250 years refusing to speak to anyone but Afonso, she managed to recover, but she was never the same…

Suddenly, loud laughter echoed through the ship; it was the conjoined laughter of 2 different individuals; one was clearly Lisbon's laughter, but the second… the second one caused 2 ex-vikings' heads to shot up, it had been centuries since they had last heard that sound; Matthias' face held pure chock, Berwald's face remained the same but his eyes expressed a look of both curiosity and surprise.

Everyone could hear the sound of 2 people running through the main corridor of the ship.