Chap 7: Missions, Norway POV
2nd October 2051
My brother died yesterday. Aron, my little brother, the nation Iceland is dead.
Why must everyone I love and care about die? First Finland, then Peter followed by Berwald and then my beloved Mikkel. And now my brother Aron. I blame myself all the time for my brother's death.
Nothing can return to "normal" when the war is over.
I remember the days I spend with Mattias, when he was Vinland to us, not Canada. He loved to show me around in the woods, take me to a meadow and make me tell stories for him.
It was mainly stories about our brave Scandinavian Vikings.
I remember how he would look at me, like I was his own big brother. Aron was around two and was happy to have someone to play with.
I still remember that day when we leaved Mattias on the beach. He screamed and cried, so did Aron.
After the journey home, Aron didn't really show us any emotions. Never did he laugh again.
18th November 2051
Tomorrow will probably be Mattias and my last mission. We will fly from Toronto or what's left of it, over the US and hopefully we will reach Washington D.C. There, we'll search for Alfred and kill him. After that, we'll bomb D.C. This plan is our only chance to end this war…
I want to write more, write the story of the Nordics. How everything started, and how everything ended. Every war Mikkel and Berwald had over Berwald's shoes, I mean Scania. I especially want to write about our time as Vikings. We visited so many countries, became dangerous and feared, all our battles, our believes and dreams, everything.
But I don't have time. Mattias and I have to prepare our mission. But I'll give you, who ever you are who reads this, don't waste your time.
Over and out.
Aleksander, Kongeriket Norge.
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A/N: Scania - Skåne - The very sothern part of Sweden. Have been danish at times.
Stuck at chaper 10, feels like some of you might get upset/sad/angry for this chapter. But I will write some more IceCan-fluff in the future~
