Author's Note: Wow... the last chapter ended up being 1234 words... Weird...

Let's check back in with Russia! This will be interesting...

Chapter 12:

The sun may still rise in our home, but once in a while, the sun doesn't set

Five years.

It had been five years since that fateful meeting. Five years since Belarus had fallen. Five years since Russia had declared war on the world.

Five years since anyone had seen any peace, except for the dead nations.

Five years was a long time to defend your home.

Finland was tired.

This war had been the most violent ever. Countries were falling like the snow. He suspected that this was becaused the world was going crazy.

Himself included.

Just the other day, he had found himself considering bombing Copenhagen when Denmark made a particularly stupid remark about something.

Then he remembered that he couldn't afford to do that anymore. Russia had taken over most of his northern territory, as well as that of Sweden and Norway. Denmark was constantly getting bombed by the Russian air force. Even Iceland, far away as his home was, hadn't been spared.

Their citizens were suffering, their soldiers were dying, and nothing they did was working.

They were all hurting.

Enough so that they were gathered for one last meeting.

Denmark fidgeted nervously as he sat in his chair. He looked around the table. Sweden sat at the end. On his right were Norway and Iceland; on his left, Finland and Denmark.

Iceland and Norway sat with stoic expressions on their faces, but Denmark had known the siblings long enough to tell that they were scared.

Finland didn't bother to hide his emotions, and was quietly crying, with Sweden awkwardly hugging him.

Denmark gripped his axe a little tighter. They were waiting for one last person to show up. Denmark was still hoping the others would give him permission to chop him into little bits.

Not that being chopped into bits would affect Russia.

Sweden looked up as the door opened and Russia walked in. The large northern nation looked around.

Sweden gestured toward the seat on the opposite end of the table, not bothering to let go of Finland. Russia sat down.

For a while, no one said anything.

Then, Russia asked, worry in his voice, "Why have you called me here today?"

"We-" Denmark was silenced by Sweden's glare.

Finland pulled away from Sweden, looking toward Russia. "This war has been going on far too long. Russia, we want to stop fighting."

Sweden nodded. "Our citizens are suffering. As nations, it is our duty to protect them. I'm sure you understand."

"Da, but I fail to see-" Russia was cut off by Norway

"This war is the only reason we can find of our people suffering."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You protect your citizens, Russia." Iceland finally spoke.

"Da, I do. But why-"

"Russia." Sweden's voice stopped Russia's questions. "We surrender."

Norway watched as Russia just stared at Sweden in shock.

"Ч-Что?"

"Did you not hear? He said we surrender!" Denmark stood up, knocking over his chair. "If we do this, you will stop hurting our people! Don't make us regret it!"

He hefted his axe.

"Sett deg ned, Danmark." Norway glared at Denmark, who, cowed, retrieved his chair and sat back down.

They all turned to Russia.

"Do you wish to hear our terms?" Iceland's calm voice penetrated the silence.

"I... You... You know the consequences of your decision?"

"We wouldn't be speaking to you if we didn't." Norway stared at Russia, and saw to his satisfaction that he was making the larger nation uncomfortable. "Do you wish to hear our terms?"

"I... Da."

Iceland looked around the table at the family he had known for so long. He stood up, and the others followed suit.

Together, they faced Russia again.

"You will not harm the people in our land. You will not allow any harm to befall them. You will protect our land. And you will represent the north to the best of your ability." All five spoke simultaneously. "Do you agree to these terms?"

"D-Da."

A strange light rose to surround the each of the Nordic nations. Sweden's glowed a deep blue. Finland's was the color of the sky on a clear day. Denmark's was the color of the sea. Norway's icy blue flickered, rising and falling. Iceland's was delicate shade of the lightest blue.

The lights joined together and began to flow toward Russia stopping just above his heart.

"Ahh... What's happening?" Russia was clearly confused.

Iceland spoke up. "Your heart always falls out."

"We can heal it." Norway moved forward, and his family followed.

"Ready, Tino?" Sweden turned to Finland, giving him a hug.

"I'll miss you, Berwald." Finland returned the hug, then moved to hug Denmark. "You too, Matthias."

Denmark smiled crookedly at Norway. "Lukas... You were always mean to me, but I forgive you."

Norway turned to his younger brother. "Emil... will you say it one more time?"

Iceland nodded. "Brother dear..."

Norway turned to the other Nordics. "Farvel, brødre."

The others echoed his phrase in their respective languages.

"Kveðja, bræður."

"Hyvästi, veljet."

"Adjö, bröder."

"Farvel, brødre."

And with that, the blue light rushed into Russia, blinding him. When his sight came back, the Nordics were gone.

Kingdom of Denmark - surrendered to Russia - gone

Kingdom of Norway - surrendered to Russia - gone

Iceland - surrendered to Russia - gone

Republic of Finland - surrendered to Russia - gone

Kingdom of Sweden - surrendered to Russia - gone

Author's Note: I don't know why I decided the Nordics are magical. I mean, of course Norway is, but the others...

It fits, though.

The title is from the Nordics' character song "Always With You... Nordic Five!"

Translations:

Ч-Что = W-What? (pronounced "shto")

Sett deg ned, Danmark = Sit down, Denmark (in Norwegian)

The following all mean "Goodbye, brothers."

Farvel, brødre - Norwegian

Kveðja, bræður - Icelandic

Hyvästi, veljet - Finnish

Adjö, bröder - Swedish

Farvel, brødre - Danish

Funny, it's the same in Norwegian and Danish... huh. Go away, DenNor fangirls! Stop screaming!

Feel free to correct me if there's a mistranslation! I used Google translate, so... It should be OK for individual words, but phrases...

I kinda feel bad for Russia now. I mean, who wouldn't be creeped out by a bunch of former Vikings suddenly glowing blue? :P