Nordics x Young!Reader
Uncle Norway's Violin

"Mom, Dad! I'm home! Uh, hello?"

A young twelve year old female walked into the house. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair flowing down her back. She made her way into the living room where everything was all quiet; an unusual thing to have in this particular house. "Mom? Dad?" she called, "It's me (Name), I'm home!...is anyone home? Uncle Ice? Uncle Den? Uncle Norge?" (Name) made her way to the kitchen to find it empty. She then went through the whole house -everyone's bedrooms included- but found no one. Realizing that searching wouldn't go anywhere, (Name) collapsed onto the sofa and pulled out her cell. She dialled the number, placed her cellphone by her ear and waited.

"Moi?"

"Dad! Where are you? I came home and everyone's not here." pouted (Name). She sat cross legged on the sofa as she spoke. She heard her father's panicked voice on the other end.

"We didn't leave a note for you?! Oh, Su-san I thought we left a note! We asked Denmark to leave a note didn't we?"

(Name) sighed, knowing that Denmark probably forgot. She chuckled at her father's cries and smiled.
"It's fine Dad, at least I know you didn't just disappear or anything. So, where are you?" Finland calmed himself down before speaking.

"Su-san and I are out buying some things. Your Uncles Iceland and Denmark both have buisiness to do in their countries so they won't be back until after a few days." He said. She nodded her head knowingly.

"I see. And Uncle Norgie?" asked (Name). Finland made a sound of confusion on the other end, making her suspicious. "Dad?"

"Norway should be at home. Are you sure you haven't seen him?" Asks Finland quietly. (Name) frowned.

"No," she said, "Not at all. I searched the whole house for everyone but no one was there."

"D'd y'' ch'ck th' b'ck g'rd'n? (Did you check the back garden?)" (Name) heard her mother Sweden speak from the other end in the background. Finland gasped.

"You're right Su-san! (Name), check the back garden. You know how your Uncle Norway likes to go there." He says. (Name) smiles.

"Alright. Thanks Dad! See you later!" Says (Name). After bidding goodbye to her parents (Name) went to the kitchen and left the house through the back door. She walked to the back garden which was connected to a forest. She stood at the back garden and glanced around with her hands on her hips.

"Hm." She mused, "Not here either." Just when she turned to leave she heard the soft melody of a violin. Knowing exactly who it was, (Name) followed the sound and found herself at the edge of the forest. She raised an eyebrow.

"The forest? What's Uncle Norgie doing there?" She asked herself, knowing the she couldn't provide the answer. (Name) then carefully made her way through the forest, praying that Norway would continue to play his violin so that she wouldn't get lost. His violin was the only way for her to find him since she has never been into the forest before, at least not on her own. (Name) remembered that when she was younger that her uncle Norway would take her through the forest to meet his fairy friends. The fact that she was still young, -around five years to be exact- (Name) found that she could see them. Now that she was older, (Name) wondered if she could still see them. She believed in them, yes. But sometimes people lose the sight when they age, at least that was what she heard.

When she came to a clearing, (Name)'s eyes widened at the sight before her. Bright coloured lights flew around the place; fairies most likely, they were accompanied by a circle of dancing creatures, trolls, elves and the like. (Name) marveled at the sight, taking in the beauty of magic and nature. She smiled when she saw what was in the centre of it all; her uncle Norway, playing the most beautiful piece of music on his violin. (Name) stood entranced by the music and watched as her uncle played with grace and elegance as the fairies fluttered around him. Norway's eyes were closed as he played, allowing his heart and soul to pour out into song.

(Name) watched and watched in a trance. But her trance was broken by a soft pat on her shoulder. She turned around to see Norway's troll with a smile on it's face. (Name) chuckled and patted the troll, earning a satisfied grunt. A couple of the fairies noticed (Name) and they fluttered around her in delight; some settling on her head and shoulders. They were excited to see (Name) for they had not seen her for the past three years. It wasn't (Name)'s fault honestly, middle school had been keeping her busy. Soon the music had stopped and (Name) looked to see Norway looking at his niece.

"(Name)," He says with a soft smile, "So you managed to make your way here on your own this time."

"With the help of your violin uncle Norgie!" Cries (Name) happily. Norway frowns.

"You stopped calling Denmark 'Uncle Denmark the great' but you still call me that." He says quietly. (Name) laughs, carefully trying not to startle the fairies settling on her with rough movements.

"I think the nickname's cute Uncle Norgie." She says between laughs. Norway sighs before walking up to his niece, quietly whispering to the fairies to remove themselves from his niece. The fairies giggled and flew off. (Name) watched them fly before turning to her uncle.

"Uncle Norgie?"

"Hm?"

"I wanna try playing like that." Says (Name). Norway blinked in surprise.

"The violin?" He asks. (Name) nods.

"Yeah! The way you play is so cool! Almost like.." (Name) pauses before speaking quietly, "Almost like magic uncle Norgie." (Name) watches as her uncle stays silent. All was quiet for a while, even some of the magical creatures had gone back to their homes. The only ones left were Norway's troll and a couple of fairies. (Name) waited in the silence for her uncle's answer. She waited and waited, soon the silence was broken.

"Fine." Says Norway, "I'll teach you." (Name) sighs in relief before giving her uncle a great hug.

"Thanks so much uncle Norgie!" Cried (Name). Norway sighed before softly smiling; patting his niece on her head.

-Later On-

"(Name), you're doing it wrong." Says Norway quietly. He positioned his niece's fingers on the neck of the violin properly. (Name) held her fingers in place and played the note, but like the other times she's tried the results were the same.

"It doesn't sound good at all." says (Name) dejectedly. She removes the violin from her shoulder and holds it out towards Norway. Norway takes the violin and pats (Name) on the head.

"You'll need to practice more." He says, "Do you want to continue learning?" (Name) thinks for a moment before nodding her head.

"Yeah! I really want to learn to play like you uncle Norgie!" She says smiling. Norway gave a curt nod in response. He then turned to the direction of the house.

"We better head back. It's starting to get late." Norway then stretches his hand out, "Let's go." (Name) nods and takes hold of Norway's hand. The two of them walking through the forest in silence.

"Oh there you are (Name), and you found Norway!" cries Finland, "I was wondering where you two were. You weren't home when we came back." (Name) releases her grasp on Norway's hand. She then makes her way to Finland and gave him a hug which he gladly returned.

"Sorry Dad." She says, "Uncle Norgie was teaching me the violin!" Finland smiled.

"Really? How wonderful! Norway is brilliant with the violin!" Norway blushes slightly at the comment making (Name) giggle.

"Hey Dad, where's Mom?" asks (Name). Finland's smile grows wider and he points to the door leading to the workshop.

"He's working on some furniture right now. Be careful when you go in there alright?" (Name) nods and makes her way towards the workshop. "Ah, she's grown so much. Don't you think so too Norway?"

"Yeah." replies Norway. Finland beams proudly.

"She's going to become a wonderful young woman when she's older. She was so tiny when we first found her on our doorstep and now look at her." Finland's proud beam faded into a nostalgic smile, "Raising her is so much fun. But sometimes I wish that she wouldn't grow up so fast." Norway nods his head.

"It's normal for you to feel that." He says, "You are her father. I'm sure Sweden feels the same way. It is the first time that he's ever been a mother to someone isn't it? But...you and Sweden are not alone."

"Hm? What do you mean Norway?" asks Finland in confusion.

"All of us here. Denmark too, even though he's an idiot. All of us want (Name) to stay with us and live with us forever." Says Norway, "But everyone who helps to raise a child has to go through the process of letting them grow up. Of letting them go and make their own lives without our help one day. It will hurt inevitably, but the only reason as to why it hurts is because we love them so much." Finland nods and wipes a tear from his eye.

"Yeah!" He cries with a nod. Just then, (Name) walks back into the room with a chair in her hands.

"Dad! Dad! Look at this! Mom made this chair for me to replace the one that uncle Denmark broke!" cries (Name). Finland chuckles and ruffles (Name)'s hair affectionately.

"It's a beautiful chair (Name). Su-san did a really good job." He says sniffling.

"Dad, are you crying?" asks (Name). Finland says nothing but wipes his eyes.

"I'm alright. It's just that you've grown so much." He says quietly.

"Whaaat?! It's just that!" She says, "Dad! You know I'm still twelve! It's not like I'm going to get married anytime soon..."

"I-I know...but..." Finland sniffles and more tears pour out. He wipes them hastily but they keep pouring. (Name) gives her father a hug.

"Mom!" calls (Name), "Dad's crying!" The door quickly opens and Sweden walks into the room. Upon seeing Finland cry he went over to him and placed his hands on his arms. (Name) steps aside, releasing her father from a hug.

"Wh't's wr'ng? (What's wrong?)" asks Sweden. But Finland continued to cry.

"(Name)?" asks Norway. (Name) turns to Norway who says, "I'll take your chair to your room." (Name) nods and follows Norway back to her room.

Once they reach (Name)'s room, (Name) seats herself on her bed. Norway places the chair in the room and sits by her.

"I didn't know Dad felt that way." spoke (Name) quietly. "Does Mom feel that way too?" Norway nods.

"We all do." He replies. (Name) gives Norway a hug.

"I love you all." She says. "You took me in when I wasn't wanted and you loved me when I wasn't loved. I'm really grateful." Norway smiles softly and gently returns his niece's hug.

"Now," Says Norway pulling away. "Do you want to continue learning?" (Name)'s face brightened.

"Yes please!"

(Extended Ending)
-Two years later; Christmas-

"Heeeeey! Everyone thanks for coming to this awesome Christmas party!" cries Denmark. "I want to celebrate this Christmas with a really special performance never before seen by anyone! Anyone at all!" The guests at the party immediately gain interest.

"Now that I have all of your attention!" cries Denmark, "I want my best friend Norgie and my favourite niece (Name) up here on stage."

"She's your ONLY niece." points out Iceland. Turkey then slings his arm around Iceland; obviously drunk.

"Hahaha I'm sure she's your favourite too right?" He says. Iceland blushes at the question.

"Y-Yeah..."

"How did I get pulled into this..." mutters Norway.

"Aw come on uncle Norgie!" You whisper to him, "It'll be fun! Just relax okay? Don't get your panties in a twist!"

"...I'm going to have to talk to Denmark later...he's influencing you." Mumbles Norway.

"What?" asks (Name).

"Nothing."

"Anywayyyyyy..." Says Denmark, "This is a special violin duet between the two of them! Awesome right?!"

"Not as awesome as me! Kesesesesesese!"

"Dude! I'm more awesome! The hero is always awesome!"

"Shut up! You bloody wankers all of you!"

"Sooo," Denmark clears his throat before yelling, "Let the performance begin!" Norway sighs.

"I better get this over with." He says placing his violin on his shoulder. (Name) does the same with the violin that was bought for her two years ago when she started learning. "Ready (Name)?" asks Norway.

"Yes uncle Norgie." replies (Name). Norway nods.

"Remember that song I played in the forest?"

"Yes."

"Well, we'll play it."

The whole audience went quiet as the magic of music began to fill the room. The sound and passion of the two violinists hearts pouring out into the miracle that is song.