Surrounded by complete white clouds and a golden light, Kristin wondered where she was as she looked about. Trying to remember what had happened before she passed out.

Walking about the small clouds that floated by her, she saw something in the distance-she couldn't tell what it was or what it was doing. In curiosity, she walked over to it, but stopped when she saw it was just a little boy standing there, gawking at her.

Kristin blinked as she wondered what a child was doing here, she got down on both of her knees and held her own pale hand out to the blonde child. "What are you doing here..?"

Automatically, the child slowly walked over to the Norwegian. Kristin got a close look at the boy, he looked exactly like Mathias, but there was a stern seriousness in his eyes, much like Kristin's. Choppy blonde hair that was spiked upwards a tad. His eyes, however, amazed Kristin, seeing a mixture between aquamarine and snowflake blue. The only thing he was wearing was a white toga-but if Kristin looked past the brightness the little boy gave off, she could see pure white Angel wings flutter on his back and a golden halo hover above his spiked hair.

Feeling tears come to her eyes, she knew who the little boy was. It was her own child that she lost after the shot. Quickly wrapping her arms around the boy, she held him close and cried. The boy was slightly confused, but welcomed the embrace and hugged his grieving mother.

"Kristin..?" Hearing her name being called, she quickly picked her head up from the boy's pale shoulder and looked around. Wondering where the voice came from, but payed no mind as she turned her attention back to the boy in front of her. Still in tears, she gently brushed her fingers against his cheek and tried to put on a smile.

"God's going to take care of you from now on, alright?" The boy gave a gentle nod as Kristin continued to cry. She hated to admit it, but maybe she made a mistake by attacking the man instead of staying calm when she was supposed too. She didn't mean for any of this to really happen..

Being torn away from her thoughts as she felt a pair of small arms reach around her-blinking, she looked down, to see her son hugging her. Blinking, she wrapped her arms around his tiny form and gently ran her hand through his soft hair. The child let go just as quickly as he hugged her and looked her straight in the eyes, raising his hands to her face to wipe the tears away as a small smile formed on his pink lips.

"Jeg elsker dig, mor." Hearing the words come from his mouth, she let out a small laugh as she gently leaned over to kiss his forehead.

"I love you too.."

The little boy smiled happily as he noticed a large golden light form behind him. Knowing that was his signal to leave. Taking one last look at his mom, he hugged her tightly again, resting his head on her stomach. Kristin kept her smile and held her child, running her pale fingers through his sunny blonde hair. When the two parted, Kristin placed a small kiss on the top of his head and watched him walk over to the light.

Taking a final glance at her, he smirked a stupid smirk Kristin was vaugely fimiliar with, and vanished into the light, leaving Kristin there, kneeling on the white cloudy floor beneath her.

When he vanished, Kristin started to cry again, harder this time. Wrapping her arms around her stomach, she couldn't take it well that she lost her own child. Mathias wouldn't be happy about it as she heard an outside voice call out to her.

"Kristin? Are you awake?" Picking her head up, she looked around with tears blinding her vision, but ended up fading, much like the clouds that rolled by. She continued to look at the general direction of which her child disappeared in, a small smile formed on her face-knowing that he was being taken care of and finally faded back into reality.

o.o.o.o

The four Nordic countries crowded Kristin's bed as Mathias and Tino held onto her pale hands. It's only been a few hours since they've arrived and Kristin came out of the surgery, and they wanted to make sure that she was going to be alright.

Kristin, who was slowly regaining consciousness, she felt someone's hands hold onto her own as she slowly opened her snowflake eyes. Unable to feel her stomach thanks to the large amounts of morphine, but could feel the tight grip on her hands. Seeing a darkened shadow hover over her, she blinked her eyes a few times to get her vision straight-when she did, she looked straight into Denmark's eyes.

"She's awake?" Another voice called out in the room, Kristin was confused on where she was, but when she saw it was a doctor, she figured out that she was in the hospital. Feeling the warmth of her family's hands fade from her own, she allowed the doctor to hold onto her wrist to check her pulse. Writing down the results, he turned to stare at the still nausiated Norwegian.

"How are you feeling, Kristin?"

Norway didn't reply as her mind was still hazy. Letting out a small groan, she pulled herself up to sit on the bed, quickly clutching her stomach when she felt a jolt of pain hit her. The minute she touched her stomach, she could feel the stitches through her gown and bit down on her bottom lip, trying to hold back the tears. The doctor noticed her behaviour and sighed heavily, placing his hand on her back.

"I'm sorry Kristin, but after you were shot, one of your children was killed on impact. The other child seemed to have made it out alive and is still thriving. I'm sorry for your loss." After the doctor was done his little speach, he walked out of the room, leaving Kristin in shock to hear that-she was carrying twins and now she just realized it? Well, sure, she didn't have an ultrasound-but the little boy she saw when she was dead, that was her child? Well, he did look like Denmark, that was for sure-but she didn't actually want to believe that she caused his death. And personally, that's what hurt her the most.

Denmark and the other's turned to look at the Norwegian as she started to cry. She wasn't crying because she let the man who shot her get away, she was crying because she felt like she had failed as a parent and a guiardian for her unborn children. Denmark quickly went over to her and held her in his arms, comforting her as she continued to cry.

"Shh..it's gonna be okay Kristin..it's going to be okay." Mathias gently ran his fingers through her blonde hair as she nuzzled her face into his chest, damping his clothes with her tears as she continued to cry. She continued to repeat "I'm sorry.." to herself. Mathias didn't blame her on bit for this, but he also felt guilty because he wasn't there to help her.

Finland, Sweden and Iceland decided to leave the couple alone for a while, so they left to go wait out in the hallway until they felt that it was okay to come back inside.

When they left, Kristin opened up more to the Dane, wanting to tell him everything.

"Denmark, do you believe in life after death..?"

Denmark was taken back at the question, but simply shrugged his shoulders as he continued to comfort the crying girl, but when he noticed her crying was slowly stopping-he let go, but still held onto one of her own hands.

"I can't really say I do, why?"

"I saw him."

"Him?"

"..One of them." Mathias blinked in disbelief, there wasn't a possible way that Kristin could have seen one of their own children. Unless, she was on the verge of dying herself. Which she practically was while she was in surgery-but maybe the drugs were getting to her.

"Norge, I don't think that's really possibl-"

"It is. He looked exactly like you." Kristin couldn't help but put on a smile as she told him, Mathias let out a small chuckle as he heard it. He expected one of them of be like him, one child always takes after one parent, as another child takes after the other. He noticed the time and thought that it was best for Kristin to be sleeping right now-the doctor told him that she could come home tomorrow, which was a good thing-but she wasn't allowed to move as much as she would like too and Denmark would have to stay home with her in case something happens again. He couldn't afford to lose another one of his children.

Kissing the top of her head, he laid her back down on the bed. Within seconds, he saw that Kristin was already asleep again. Holding onto her hand tightly, he saw the small smile on her face. Despite almost dying for their children, she looked quiet peaceful.