Hello everyone! Yes, those of you who are reading TBTHT are probably wondering why this story was updated before that one. The answer is simple. I was working on both and I finished this one quicker. But you need not worry, it shall be up soon along with Our Lost World!
Denmark: Be happy that Sterling doesn't own Hetalia
Norway eventually passed out after his mentor helped him to his bed in her home. She had a small house compared to the one that his father had. His father… just thinking of him had been almost enough to start the water works again after he had finally been calmed down. However, he was given the luxury of having a relatively dreamless sleep. His older brother on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. Sweden slept caught up in unending feverish nightmares that provided him with no rest. Britannia had killed his father, and he had killed her in retaliation leaving England and his siblings without a mother. Guilt ate at him but he desperately tried to ignore it. But the nightmare wouldn't let him. It played back every second of his fight with the ancient and how she had nearly killed him many times throughout. It seemed to highlight his anguish and lined it with terror.
_Hetalia_
Saga was unaware of her second charge's suffering. She had left her home to look for her eldest charge. She had yet to see him and was worried that me might hurt himself while in his state of mind. And while Denmark and Saga didn't get along well at times the wise woman didn't want him to do anything stupid. She knew it would come to him being stupid, but she at least wanted the ability to hold his stupidity off for a while.
What she found was interesting to say the least. Her oldest charge was passed out against a tree on the side of the road, curled around a piece of a mirror. It was a depressing sight for her to behold, but she didn't let it stop her. Saga walked up to Denmark and kneeled down next to him. Gently, she woke him up, bracing for a bad reaction. But, it never came. Denmark opened his now dull blue eyes and looked at Saga. The middle-aged woman helped the teen to his feet. Denmark was unsteady and leaned against her heavily; clutching the mirror shard so tightly in his hand that he started to cut himself with it. Saga managed to pull it from his grasp and tossed it to the side. "No!" Denmark cried out, tears coming to his eyes. "Why did you do that?!"
"Leave it, Mathias. It's just a mirror." And with that Saga guided him back to her house.
_Hetalia_
After Saga returned to her house and bandaged Mathias' hand the middle aged woman checked on her two other charges and proceeded to make them dinner after giving Sweden medicine for his fever. She had no idea that Scandia's idiot sons were this much work to take care of.
Saga finished cooking and woke the younger two and proceeded to practically force feed them. Grief had made Scandia's sons lose their appetite and while Norway and Sweden eventually caved and ate a little bit of food, their older brother did no such thing. Denmark refused any and all food Saga tried to give him. He wouldn't even accept the venison stew and Denmark loved venison. The boys' guardian finally gave up with her stubborn charge and ordered the three of them to get some rest.
"But Far would let us stay up until we wanted to go to bed…" Sweden mumbled, his voice cracking as tears filled his eyes. He was unused to the sternness that was associated with Saga. He wanted his Far back.
"Do I look like your father to you?" Saga snapped at Sweden, her short temper flaring. While Saga understood that her charges were grieving over their lost father, she still expected them to listen to her.
Sweden lowered his gaze as tears fell. He was used to being yelled at, but at the moment everything hurt so much more than it normally did. Denmark was no better. Sweden's older brother was in tears at the mention of his father as the two had been close. Norway cried silently to himself, not liking his precious mentor's yelling. And Saga, realizing what she'd done internally cursed and worked to calm the three of them down. A task that was in no way an easy one, but she eventually managed.
One by one her new charges made their way to their temporary beds. For how long they were going to be temporary, no one knew, but it was better than being alone in a house that reminded the brothers of their dead father.
_Hetalia_
It was around dawn when Saga woke up. She went through her morning routine without a hitch until she stepped into the main room. There, in front of the fire pit were Sweden, Norway, and Denmark curled up together on a nest of furs with a few larger pelts covering them. Saga gazed down on her new charges and for a moment they weren't three personifications, but three brothers who had lost their father, and needed someone to care for them. Even if that care included being woken up at the crack of dawn by a not so happy wise woman who didn't want to have to hear about back aches for the rest of the day.
Don't worry my minions, there shall be more soon!