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So the kids are 69 and look 13ish
Chapter 38: A Letter with Love
Norway's POV
The day was Frida and Kari's birthday. The group at their party consisted mainly of the other Nordics, Prussia, Germany, Italy and their son, Spain with his son, France with his daughter, and Estonia with his daughter. The group seemed to be having a good time; that was, except for Frida. It was still under a year since Hungary died, and while I did not know for sure what happened I could still sense that she had acted differently since that day.
"Come on Frida, it's time to have some cake," I heard Kari tell her cousin, only to have Frida shake her head and mumble out that she did not want cake. Kari looked her friend over for a moment before replying, "If you don't have cake then we can't open our presents."
"I don't want the presents either," Frida said while sitting down into the corner she was standing in. This answer caused Kari to stare at Frida with a displeased look before looking over to me for some sort of help.
In response I sighed inwardly and looked for Prussia. Anyone who knew Frida knew that she was often moody, and when Kari could not break her out of it her father usually could. I then saw him by the refreshment stand talking with Denmark. They noticed me as I walked up to them, causing Denmark to separate from Prussia and ask if there was something he needed to do. I shook my head and told him that I needed to talk with Prussia, only to receive a slight pout before he allowed me to see the other.
"What's up, Norway?" Prussia asked while setting his empty glass down.
"Frida's acting moody again. Did something happen recently?" I asked.
He thought about my question for a moment before replying, "I don't really know, but thinking back to it she has been kind of out of it for a while…I think since Hungary died. Strange, huh, I never thought those two were so close."
"Perhaps you should talk with her, she's starting to worry Kari," I said while pointing him in the direction. He then nodded and started walking towards the girls.
Prussia's POV
Upon reaching Frida, I looked down at her and said, "Hey kiddy, Norway told me that you were annoying Kari. Want to tell me what's wrong?"
She began to mumble something out which I could not here, so I asked her to speak up. In response she looked at me and yelled, "I said that I don't want to have a birthday party! Seriously, why do you guys even go through so much effort to do this? I don't understand, why do you act so unawesomely happy about us existing? Do you guys actually want to die?!"
After hearing her outburst, I looked around the crowd to see that everyone was staring at us, only to look back to Frida and see that she was on the verge of tears. Feeling a little bit awkward by all of this, I walked Frida to a different room (Norway's study actually) and had her sit in an over-stuffed chair.
With her now sitting and sniffling, I kneeled down so we were eye-level and asked, "So what was all of that about? Why would we be so unawesome as to not like you guys; you're our kids, we love you?"
In response she gave another sniffle before saying, "W-when we were at Hungary's house when she died, Benedict showed me this diary entry which said it was our fault that you adults keep dying. That means that it's my fault Dad died too, right?"
By now she was actually crying, so I pulled her in for a hug before saying, "It's alright kiddy. Actually, I don't think too many if any adults even think that way. So why would you?"
"Bu-but it's true right?" she asked while looking up at me.
"Well, ya, I guess so," I began only to quickly continue, "But then again we all have to die at sometime. And at least this way they get to leave someone awesome like you and Kari and the other kids behind. That's something right?"
"No…" Frida said while still crying.
This in turn caused me to sigh out of frustration before looking at Norway's desk to see an envelope addressed to Frida. I realized it immediately since it was just like the other letters he gave Frida every year. Carefully I took the letter out of the envelope and skimmed over it; only to then smirk when I read it and thought about how the timing was perfect.
With the letter in hand, I sat down next to Frida and cleared my throat. After doing so, I read, "Dear Frida. Today is your 69th birthday, so happy birthday. I hope that you are in good health and that Prussia isn't being bad to you. Anyways, because I have been thinking about it recently I wanted to tell you something about you and the other kids. As you guys know, you're the same nation that I represented, but I wanted to tell you that that was no coincidence. You see, when you and the other kids were born China told us that you guys would eventually replace us-."
"Why are you reading this to me Vatti? It's unawesomely depressing," Frida snapped at me, causing me to simply speak louder.
With my louder voice I continued, "- But I want you to know that you should not worry about that, because we- I- was still the one who decided to keep you. Not because I felt that I had to, but because the more I thought about it the more I liked the idea of having you. I think it also helped me realize why Norway was always so protective of me; it was because he loved me the way I love you. Never did I hate you for living, and never could I, so I wish that you don't beat yourself up over it. Instead be happy that you can celebrate another birthday with all of your friends and family, and know that even though you cannot see me I am still looking down on you and wishing the best for you. Love, daddy Iceland."
After finishing the letter, I looked again at Frida to see that she was crying again. I sighed again, knowing somewhere in my awesome mind that she would cry like she did every other time she read one of those letters. I then pulled her in for a hug and said, "You hear that, your other daddy loves you very much, just like I do and Hungary and the other parents do for their own kids. So stop worrying about that and be happy alright?"
She did not respond, but instead continued to cry out on me for several more minutes. Around the time she had cried herself out, Norway knocked on the door and opened it slightly; wanting to check on us and say that they were eating cake right now. I told him that we understood and began wiping the tears off her checks with my sleeve. After doing this, I looked down at her and asked if she was ready to have some cake. She said she was, so the two of us then left the room to join the others.
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