Norway knew something was wrong as soon as Sweden burst through the door. The Swede's aura was a bright worried and stressed out purple.

"Sweden?" Norway stood. "What is going on?"

"Fin wants you Now." Sweden said. "W' are telling h'm." He held the door open as Norway rushed out. Iceland followed.

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Finland waited for the others as he slowly moved Canada under the duvet. The boy was exhausted. Finland could tell by the dark circles under his eyes. Why wasn't Canada sleeping? Finland pondered this as he tucked in Vinland. All this stemmed from England and France's manipulation, Finland knew that Canada felt responsible for it all. He needed to know before the old empires try and rip him away again. Canada grabbed onto Finland's arm as he slept. Finland smiled even though the country was all grown up he still acted to very young. Of course he was much younger than any of the Nordics even Iceland, Finland sighed. "We love you so much. Norway isn't the only one who feels like they missed your childhood. You know that Canada you have a whole family just waiting for you. When you wake up we are going to be together and we are going to have the best Christmas ever."

Finland brushed Canada's golden locks away from his forehead.

"Fin." Norway whispered. the other Nordics had entered the room.

"Hey." Finland smiled. "We need to tell him."

"But". Norway stared at Canada with fear. "I am not ready. What if...it makes him sadder."

"England tried to get h'm to leave.." Sweden added.

Finland grabbed Norway's hand. "He needs to know Norge. Before they try that again." Finland pleaded. Norway sat down on the bed next to him. Canada curled closer to them. Those blonde curls and his milky white skin the way he curled into a little ball as he slept. Norway wanted to scoop him up and hold his little Vinland. The memories were floating in his heart like feathers in the wind. He closed his eyes.

"I cannot take it anymore okay. Just okay. We will tell him." Norway said

stiffly trying to ignore the pain of memory.

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When Canada woke up, there were five Nordics surrounding him.

"Guys?"

Finland clasped the little nation's hand. Denmark looked like he was about to cry but Norway..Norway looked worse. Canada wondered if the Nordic needed to throw up.

"Did something happen.?" Canada asked.

"No." Iceland piped up, "Well yes but um."

"We need to talk." Norway intervened. He met Canada eyes. The fear of rejection tightened around his heart.

"Did I do something wrong." Any time Canada had ever heard those words aligned it meant his had done something wrong.

"No you didn't do one thing wrong." Finland answered softly.

Norway smiled sadly, "Canada I need to show you something. It might make you sad. I know it's gonna do that to me. Can you handle it?"

"Um sure." Canada was confused, "I am used to sad honestly."

Norway reached his arms out slowly.

Finland looked on as they again were thrust into Norway's memory. Canada stiffened when he saw what he remembered was England's mansion all those years ago where he had grew up as just a colony.

"Wha.."

"It is just a memory." Norway soothed. "We aren't really here."

"Oh." Canada fell silent so this was Norway's magic. It was so different than England's heavy spells.

As Canada watched he saw Norway sitting in a rocking chair.

"You were at the house?" He asked confused.

"Just watch," Norway whispered.

The young Norway kept rocking back and forth. He was holding a baby. The blue earring sailed with him.

"We are back." A young England entered the room with France soon fallowing.

Norway hugged the child. "So you got groceries?" He asked.

"Yes. They had a lot of carrots today." England said and gestured for Norway to hand him the baby.

Norway let out a slightly defeated sigh.

"You better get to making dinner." France said.

"Okay. Vin..ah Canada just had a nap so he is bound to be fussy."

Norway muttered. As he left, he paused in hallway even he heard his name on France's lips.

"Why is he even still here? Angleterre we have won Canada already why do you insist to keeping that Nordic around." France complained.

"Because He is the only one who can quiet Canada at night. Besides his cooking isn't that bad." England argued

"Oh don't play that. I know the real reason. You just like the idea of controlling one of the nations who ransacked you in the Middle Ages." France shot back. "At least I keep him around for Canada's sake."

"No you don't you twat. You are always complaining that he is here anyway."

"Oh who cares Angleterre. I want him out of here. I feel sick every I see him holding little Matthieu."

Norway jumped when he heard Vinland start crying. He ran to the kitchen to start dinner.

It was thirty minutes before he finished. He carried the large stewpot out to the two empires. France now held Canada. He poured their bowls and stood back

Quietly hopeful that France would just hand Canada back over to him.

Eventually Canada did what all babies do and France quickly handed him to Norway to change to baby's diaper.

Norway took the little one to his bed room to change him.

As he did so he started to spin words around the room.

"You are a little fighter huh?" Norway chuckled as Vinland kicked his little legs. "You know you have a whole lot of fighters in your family. Denmark certainly is a good one and so is Fin though he rarely shows it. Sweden might look like he can kill but trust me if he saw you he would be a puddle. I bet Iceland would make you so many toys. You would love them you know that." Norway hands shook as he held the little child. "When you grow up. I will show you all of it. We can go anywhere you like and it will snow and Finland will make us the greatest hot chocolate" Norway smiled, "As soon as you are big enough I take you far away from all this, away from them and their greed."

He wrapped Canada up in little red blanket. "I love you." He kissed his child's forehead before slowly going back to the living room.

France took Canada back quickly.

"That all for today. You look tired go to bed Norway." England responded.

Norway nodded before rushing off to his room he heard a British voice ring out. "I still can't believe that is little Canada's Father."

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The memory ended. Norway yawned that had taken a lot to let go of that memory. He looked back at Canada. The nation's eyes were huge and Norway could see the little ones aura jumped through at least five different colors in two seconds. Each time the colors got brighter and bright until it landed on a paralyzing white.

Canada was in utter and complete Shook. Norway didn't know what his reaction was going to be.

That was when he hurt it a soft oof of Canada body crashing into his.

"Was that real...was that real...are you really?"

"Yes! Yes.. you are my Vinland my little boy..all grow up you have no idea how long. I have missed you so much." Norway had cried before but this this was different and so much more real. Tears cascaded down his face like rain. He could feel Canada just gripping his torso as if he would disappear.

Every Nordic in the room had tears In their eyes.

Finland sniffed and said

"Welcome home Vinland! Welcome home."