Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. No pairing, just a mention of the Nordics as a big happy family.
Staring at the painting in front of him, Norway remembered well when it had been made. Back in the times they were happy. When they were all together. It was amazing that this painting had survived so long, but Norway had done his best to take care of it, to ensure that it wouldn't be destroyed. He'd hidden it away after everyone had split up and now he had found it once more. Because he'd left it behind, hidden in his country, when Sweden and Finland had left. He'd known well how things could turn up after that.
As old as it was, he could still see the small details that showed how it was them - the smile on Finland's face for one, it was wide and bright. Almost like Denmark's with the exception that the Dane looked downright silly and entirely too cheery. And of course, Sweden who looked so serious but still managed to crack an almost invisible little smile.
It all gave him a fond and warm feeling in his chest, but nothing as much as the grin on little Iceland's face. That was the best part. He missed that smile, he could see that even he, himself, had been pleased, in the painting, and it had been mainly because of Iceland and his smile.
Ice had smiled often with him, back then. Norway hadn't thought much of it at the time because it was such a small thing, it happened so often, but now he believed he should have treasured them more often. Now that his little brother didn't give him those little smiles.
