I awoke not in a mansion the next day but a normal little house. I woke up in my own home. It looked how it looked maybe twelve somewhat years ago. I scratched my head to think "Well I'm home but it's not the same home." I heard soft singing ring in my ears as I walked throughout some of the rooms. I finally peered into the living room to see my brother. My brother was holding my young self in his arms trying to put me to sleep. He was singing an Old Norwegian lullaby.

"Sweet Dreams my little angel"

"Let me kiss you goodnight"

"Mother and Father aren't here to hurt you anymore"

"Blissfully fall asleep in my caring arms"

"I wish to be the one you look up to everyday as I sing you this lullaby"

"Beautiful open sea and crystal white snow"

"Cover the Nordic path and wish them a blissful life"

"I will hold you tenderly as my family once have"

"Let me kiss you goodnight"

His voice echoed like a male angel. He wore an old medieval dress with the big poof-y sleeves up top but tighter as they went down the rest of the arm. My young self had fallen asleep to my brother's angelic tune. He had a dark navy blue barrette drooped on the side of his head to match his dress. He smiled sweetly at me and brought me to my little room. I followed quietly and peered into my hold bedroom to see him stroking my shiny silver hair.

My brother was always so tender with me. He was the best brother I could have asked for. He whispered to himself "Onii-chan" Besides those two words we was the best brother ever. I watched his quietly and elegantly leave my room to his own. I looked outside to see it was already dark. I heard soft whimpers in my brother's bedroom so I rushed to see what the matter was.

As soon as I got there all I could see was my older brother curled up in bed crying. Why was he crying? He whimpered and said to himself so many things that I couldn't understand or sometimes even here. I just stood there in shock; I was so unaware that he had cried in bed at night when he took care of me. I thought to myself "He did sacrifice a lot to take care of me." But that didn't help the fact that I felt guilt swell up in me like one of my volcanos getting ready to erupt. I finally heard him cry loud enough and clear enough…

"Why Onii-chan? I love you and all my brother but why? Why did you have to separate me from him?"

Him? Him was Denmark. My brother cared so deeply about him. Guilt swelled so much I felt as if I was ready to erupt….

-The End-