I didn't realize just how long I'd taken to get to this chapter. Sorry about that. This is the last chapter, anyway. I really hope you've enjoyed this story & I hope the last chapter isn't (too much of) a disappointment. Thank you everyone who read, favorited, followed, and especially reviewed~! *hugs you all*

Apologies if OOC; Enjoy~!

Lukas/Stoicman= Norway; Arthur/Mint-Bunny= England; Vladimir/Vampboy17= Romania

"Hey, bro," Norway said in his old language. He smirked at the younger figure after releasing Adea from the hug. "You have something to say?" he joked, pulling the 'big brother' thing on the boy like he would with Iceland.

The boy shifted awkwardly, slightly irritated by Norway's picking. A strange sound came from a bundle in his arms, and he glanced down at it before looking back up at the nation. "I'm not saying it, but..." he began, and Norway curiously walked up to him and peered down at the bundle.

"What's that?" Norge asked, and Adea came behind him and put a hand on his shoulder, smiling. He turned his head to look at her for an answer.

"I was pregnant when I died, remember?" she asked calmly while looking fondly at the bundle in her brother's arms. Norway's eyes widened slightly. "That's our son." Without speaking, he followed her gaze to the baby and walked closer to the boy, leaning in for a better look at his son.

"Just take it, dumbass," the boy, Allan, demanded as he pushed the baby into a surprised Norway's arms. The nation gasped slightly and held the child, feeling the warmth of the bundle and little heartbeat in the baby's wrist as it clinged to his finger.

"He's-"

"Alive. Yeah," Allan answered snarkily.

"How?" Norge asked, looking to Adea for an answer.

She smiled and walked up to hug him and their child. "I connected his soul to the amulet and used sealing magic so his body could live as well." She smiled down at her baby son, brushing her fingers against his pink cheeks, then looked up at the child's father sadly. "Could you look after him for me?"

Norway stiffened in surprise; frightened. "Wait. But your souls are bound to it as well, right?" He frowned when she shook her head.

"Our souls were attached to it, but they weren't bound with our bodies. Once released from the bound, we can't return," she added, looking at her younger brother who was standing before them with his arms crossed over his chest, nodding in agreement.

"So you won't be here much longer..." Norway concluded.

Adea looked to the sunset that was not quite gone yet. "Until night falls," she explained. It wouldn't be long.

"Oh..." They stood in silence for a while, simply enjoying the fact that they were in each others' presence...until Allan noticed the other two nations standing off to the side.

"Who're they?" the boy asked, nodding towards England and Romania, who stiffened even though they could not understand Old Norse. Norway turned to them.

"My friends," he answered, "Vlad and Arthur. Uh..." He made a gesture to the two spirits beside him and switched to English. "My wife and brother-in-law...and apparently my son," he added, smiling awkwardly down at his child. Romania and England gasped at the last part.

"L-Lukas," Romania stuttered, stepping forward and looking as if about to cry. "Y-You didn't tell us you lost a child too."

Norway gave him a sympathetic smile. "It was sad enough already. I didn't think you needed anything more to feel bad about. But anyway..." he continued, "He'll be staying with us."

"Lukaaaaasssss~!" Romania cried out and ran to hug his friend, bawling into his shoulder. Norway rolled his eyes and sighed irritably. The scene had made Adea and Allan laugh quietly. During their time, Lukas had always been the fun, annoying guy that was over-dramatic about practically everything. It was interesting to see him being the mature, calm, and irritated one for once. "Luuuukkkeeee," the Romanian cried more. By now, Norway's shoulder was pretty much soaked. "You shoulda told uuuuusssss." Norway sighed again and was relieved when England pulled the dramatic nation off of him.

"It doesn't matter," the Norwegian explained. "I thought our child had been killed when Adea was injured..." he explained, averting his eyes to keep them from seeing the unshed tears. This, of course, only made the Romanian wail louder, which in turn made the baby start up. England smacked Romania upside the head to shut him up while Norge quietly calmed his son. He then turned to his wife and 'brother' and gave them an apologetic look. "I am really sorry for being so annoying in the past," he told Allan, reverting back to the old language. The boy smirked and started laughing, shaking his head while Adea simply chuckled a bit.

"Looks like you've finally grown up a bit," Allan joked and let out a breath of relief. "I was worried you might not be responsible enough to take care of my nephew."

"Hey..." Norway began, furrowing his eyebrows at his 'brother.' "I've had a lot of time to mature. And I raised my younger brother as well, so you do not have to worry."

"Poor kid, being raised by someone so annoyingly stubborn. I bet he gets the whole 'big brother' thing from you too, doesn't he?"

Norway gave the ghost boy an irritated glare, but it switched to more of an amused smirk at the thought of annoying Iceland. "Ja. He hates it," he answered. "I'm sure you two would get along...he doesn't have many friends. Then again, you never did either."

Allan bit his lip and glared at the country. "Whatever. I bet those two are your only friends," he said, cocking his head toward England and Romania, who stood dumbfounded since they didn't understand the Old Norse language at all.

"They are my closest friends, little brother, but they are not my only friends. There are the other Nordics..." Norway went on, telling Adea and Allan more about his friends and family, along with the many battles and hardships he'd went through during his time as a nation. Of course, he also included the good times and briefly went into the different advancements in the world. The two spirits were fascinated by the stories and especially by the cell phone he presented to them. Eventually, they went on to more important matters...Norway apologized for what had happened in their past; for their deaths and his becoming a country; for taking so long to speak with them again. They didn't seem to blame him though, and so most of his guilt had lifted away. Romania and England watched their friend go on and on, and even though they could not understand what he was saying, they were glad to see how lively and happy he was in that moment. But of course, that would not last. They knew this, and so they did not interfere with this moment. Instead, they waited with him and felt their hearts break again at the time of the spirits' disappearance.

Adea and Allan were gone with the sun, and the mountains returned to darkness once again. Norway stood in silence for a while, staring longingly at the graves as he held his sleeping child against his chest. After some time, his friends approached. England laid a hand on his shoulder and gave a reassuring look. It was then that the stoicman broke. He fell to his knees, clutching his son to his chest, tears streaming down his face. No matter how hard he tried, he could not stop from sobbing, and so he simply allowed himself to release all the pent-up tears. His friends were there for him; Romania hugging him tightly and England rubbing soothing circles into his back.

"Norge...?" came a familiar voice from behind, laced with curiousity and worry. England and Romania turned their heads back to see Denmark approaching them, eyes on the crying Norwegain. Behind him, the other three Nordics were just reaching the top of the hill. They stopped at the sight of their friend, and Finland rushed over to Norway. Denmark followed after, pushing the Englishman out of the way when he tried to stop them. "Norge?" the Dane asked quickly as he knelt beside his friend.

Norway had his eyes closed, trying to appear like his emotionless self again. He took a deep breath and finally opened them, staring out ahead with eyes that danced with tears as he now silently cried. He didn't push away whent he two Nordics hugged him and began crying themselves. He wasn't even sure what to do. He hadn't wanted to be seen in such a weak state, yet the feelings he had for his lost ones were stronger than anything and would not stop spilling from him. He was immensily saddened by the fact that they were now gone for good...but most of his tears were pure relief; happiness, even. He'd finally seen them again. And he even got something more out of it...

The baby squirmed in his grip, and he pulled it away from him, looking own at its soft cheeks. All this time, he thought he'd never get to see his son, and now here he was. It was a shame he'd have to raise the child on his own...but he wasn't alone. The baby cooed and made a variety of little noises that made Nor smile softly. Finland and Denmark turned their attention to the bundle as well, and the other four nations crowded around to see it. The Nordics, confused as they were, stared in wonder at the blond, blue-eyed child. It was then that Norway explained everything to them. He knew he couldn't keep his past a secret any longer. And so, he began with his previous life; his life as a human and the day that he died and was reborn.

"When I first appeared as a colony," he explained, "I did not know anything of who I was previously. I did not know much but that I was different from humans and that there were others like me." He paused to collect his thoughts, deciding that he didn't really need to go into every little detail of his past. "Eventually, I was found by the stupid Dane and Sweden, and we kind of grew up together. It was only during the viking era that I regained the memories of my human life." He glanced over at Denmark, who was listening with much fascination. "You remember the concussion I got during one of our raids?" Sweden and the Dane nodded, and he continued. "After that, you might remember me acting a bit...differently. In truth, I had been getting flashbacks of a past I did not remember having. It was confusing, and I was not sure what to make of it. However...when I fell into that coma, the memories were much more vivid and real; everything eventually came back to me..."

"S' that's why y'u b'came so distant aft'r y'u w'ke," Sweden added, catching on to the story. Norway nodded. "M'kes sense."

"Haha. Man," Denmark laughed, grinning widely. "Makes ya wonder if we all started off as humans, huh?"

"Yeah..." Norway agreed, though not quite as enthused about the thought. He then glanced down at the child who had fallen asleep during the story-telling. The others cooed at the sight, and the Norwegian rolled his eyes. England helped him to stand up, and the others stretched, yawning.

England smiled and stiffled a yawn himself. "Let's head back now, shall we? No need to stay out in the cold, especially with a child." The others nodded and followed him. Norway glanced back at the graves, letting the others get a bit ahead. He'd let Finland take the baby, since he seemed so eager to hold it and also because he had the warmest winter coat to hold the child in and keep it safe from the winter conditions. The Norwegian gave one last 'thank you for everything' before turning away from the graves of his loved ones to catch up with his family.

Everything felt different now. It was like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. A new light had been given to him in the form of a child, and he also formed an even closer relationship with the other Nordics through this experience. It was certainly an adventure that he could never forget. He felt as if he could be more open than ever with them, no longer having to hide his pain. And he knew they'd be there for him; to help raise his child and to make sure that he never had to cry again. He no longer had to pretend to be alright...because he was alright. He was truly unstoic.

A couple of years later...

Romania grinned wide, revealing his fang as he ran up to the toddler and lifted him into the air. "Heya, little Fjords!" he said and ruffled the boy's hair before placing him back down to play with Moldova. "Lukas, how've you been?" he asked as he approached the group of Nordics and England.

"I have been well," the Norwegian said and gave a genuine smile to his friend, waving his hand for the Romanian to take a seat beside him. "How is Moldova?" he asked as they watched the two boys play.

"Oh, he's been good. I'm glad he's finally got someone to play with."

"It is rather fortunate," Norway agreed before turning to Denmark, who was busy preparing food for them. It was spring, Norge's birthday to be exact, and the lot of them had decided to have a little picnic/cookout to celebrate. "Dane, how much longer are you going to be?" he asked rudely, though there was no malice in his voice.

"Just a minute, Norge!" Denmark replied loudly, grinning from ear to ear as he finished up the aebleskriver he was making. "Done!" he cheered and began passing the food out to everyone, along with other tasty treats that Finland had helped to prepare. They all sat at a picnic table in the park somewhat near Norway's new home, which he had bought when he'd first returned home with his son.

Throughout the day, the nations talked and simply enjoyed their time together. Norway received many gifts from his friends and family; even a "big brother" from Iceland. And even after his family had left for their own homes, England and Romania followed Norge to his home to hang out as a trio once again. Of course, they still had Fjords and Moldova to look after, but they didn't mind.

"Well this was certainly much better than doing all of that paperwork back home," England stated with a yawn, leaning against Norways shoulder while lightly sipping his tea.

"Yea," Romania agreed and plopped himself against the Norwegian's other shoulder, nuzzling into it to get comfy. He was hoping that his friend would not notice his hand creeping up towards his curl. Unluckily for him, though, Norway had noticed and immediately jumped out of reach. The action, of course, caused England's hot tea to spill all over himself. Romania smiled sheepishly at his two friends, who were glaring at him profusely. "My bad..." he apologized with an awkward laugh. The two angery nations were full ready to beat him and spout various names but stopped themselves when the two younger boys came into the room and climbed onto the couch, collapsing onto the cushions. "Aw, you tired, Moldova?" the Romanian asked his little brother, who smiled and nodded.

Fjords yawned and curled up against his friend. His blue eyes twinkled as he stared up at his father, who watched them with a smile. "Far," the boy called in Norwegian, weakly reaching his arms up to be carried to his room. Norway lifted the boy and held him against his chest, the young 'nation' resting his head on his father's shoulder while sucking his thumb.

Romania offered his sleepy brother a piggy back ride and followed Norway up to the bedroom to set the boys to sleep. England smiled at the scene and went off to wash his cup before heading up to shower, since he'd spilled tea on himself.

That night, the magic trio drifted off to sleep together, just like they had before, during their little 'journeys' into the mountains. Only this time, there were no tears to be shed; no worries or painful memories. They all had peace of mind.

Sorry that this is probably a really lame ending.

Thanks for reading~! c: Leave a review if you can. I enjoy them. ^_^

Again, thank you so much for sticking with this story to the end & special thanks to those of you who reviewed. It always inspires me more to see what you think of my stories. *hugs*

Oh! And one more thing...I've noticed that on Hetalia Archives, it says that the Magic Trio consists of England, Iceland, and Romania. ?