Lookie another chapter for Fires of Lindisfarne! Isn't that a shocker? Well, I hope you don't mind the long wait... for some reason I just couldn't put my thoughts into words on this chapter...
Oooh and if y'all are tired of the angst and tragedy and want a funny head over to my other story Turn Back the Hands of Time it's a nice fic about the ancients deciding their children are inept and need to be shown how to run the world :3 There is also a poll on my profileI would suggest you look at it if you want to vote for a family you want to see more of ^_^
*Legal jargon* No Hetalia ownership for Sterling T_T
Norway's shoulders trembled as he sobbed. He had just lost his father. Sure, the two of them didn't get along more often than not, but it was still his father. And as much as Norway didn't want to admit it, he wanted his father back. Norway hated himself. Scandia's death was his fault. Denmark had said so. The young Viking brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them. He shouldn't have said that he wanted his father to die. He shouldn't have fought with Scandia all the time. He should have tried harder to not be weak. He should have been a better son. And now he couldn't. His father was gone and the only other adult that was considered to be their guardian was his mentor until Denmark physically looked like he was eighteen, and that wasn't going to be for a long time.
They needed a father and they had lost him. Norway instantly searched through his mind on instinct to find a replacement father figure. There was the blacksmith. He did them no wrong. He'd even created Sweden's new broadsword when Denmark had somehow managed to snap the other one completely in half- lengthwise. And then there was that one guy who smelled like fish… on second thought, he wouldn't be a good replacement. Then there was that woman who stalked his oldest brother and father. She had a husband who helped Norway and his brothers get out of trouble with their father on more than one occasion. Norway's sobs began to die down as he fell asleep against the wall of his home. Before he lost consciousness one thought crossed his mind.
Did he really want to try to replace his father?
_Hetalia_
Denmark ran. He didn't look back and he sure didn't look where he was going. The nation had already lost so many people close to him in his lifetime. His uncle, his girlfriend, close friends, and now his father? It wasn't fair! He didn't do anything to deserve this!
His thoughts were interrupted when he tripped over a tree root and face planted in the road, earning him a lovely mouth full of dirt and sand. And a twisted ankle. But it was nothing compared to what he was going through at the moment. He wanted his father back. Numbly the nation untangled his foot from the raised root and he got up, leaning against the tree that had fell him. There was a broken piece of metal in the road, from what, the young Dane didn't know. But he wanted to find out.
Denmark unsteadily limped over to the piece of metal to inspect it. It was a mirror. Nothing special, just a polished piece of metal. The Dane brushed off the dirt to see if it was worth anything and nearly dropped it. His reflection was in the mirror, however grief portrayed him as his father. Denmark furiously tried to brush away his tears, but to no avail. He couldn't stop himself from crying. The young blond just wanted to be alone for the rest of his life. He hated that he was slowly losing his family.
It was so painful…
_Hetalia_
Unlike his brothers Sweden went to someone he knew he could go to. His moth- I mean, his little brother's mentor. She was their guardian now that their father was gone and Sweden found himself wanting a parental figure. He knew Saga wasn't going to lie and tell him everything was going to be all right, but he was going through a chaotic moment in his life and he wanted something stable. Something familiar. He wanted a mother. And while the wise woman was in no way their mother, he thought that she made a good maternal figure.
The young Viking quickly made his way to the wise woman's house, fighting tears. It didn't work though; he couldn't hold his grief back. He almost collapsed a few times on his way down the path. Luckily he didn't have to travel very far.
Saga was walking towards him, having heard what happened she had decided to check on her new charges to see how they were coping. The answer: they weren't. She carefully helped Sweden into her home so he could sit down. But, the country was in no shape to talk; instead the teen clung to the middle-aged woman like a small child would cling to their mother when they were scared. The only difference was she wasn't his mother and he wasn't a small child, but the bond was still there.
But that didn't change that his father wasn't there.
It surprisingly didn't take long for me to write this... I wonder why I put it off for so long ^_^' *Dodges rotten tomatoes*
For those of you who don't know Saga, she's the reason Norway knows magic. She has been with their family for 13 years according to the events that happen here ^_^ so they know her well enough to view her as a maternal figure.