A/N: So, these next several are super depressing!
I felt weightless. My body was falling so fast. The ground was approaching. Then I felt something catch me. I opened my eyes once. Sve… he had caught me. He was examining my injuries, but he needed to help them.
"…go. H—help them." I whispered to him. I placed my hand over the place where the branch had been. He nodded and drew his sword. I watched as they all attacked the creature from all sides and drove it back. I was still losing blood quickly. I was feeling cold. I made myself stay awake. I needed to be awake. I eventually heard five sets of feet running in my direction.
Sve was the first there. He was leaning over me. Looking into my eyes. I could hardly move any more. He put one of his hands on the side of my head, pushing the hair out of my face. He was crying. They all were.
They all finally killed the creature. It dissolved into a puddle of black goo. They all turned and ran back to her. Please, still be there. Please don't be… He was the first one there. He dropped to his knees and placing one hand on the ground beside her leaned over her and looked into her eyes. She was still alive, but only just. He put his other hand on the side of her head, brushing the hair off her face. He could feel the tears that were streaming down his face.
"S—Sve…" She whispered. He leaned closer to her.
"…I—I'm not cold… anymore…" She whispered to him.
"Thea, don't… you'll be alright…" He whispered to her… but it was too late. Her eyes had closed for the last time. She had stayed alive long enough for him to see her one last time. His tears came even more freely now. He picked her up and along with the rest of the Nordics carried her back home.
It was dead silent. There was no talking, no laughing, nothing. It all reminded them of her. She had been buried on the property, in her garden that she had tended to with Tino and Berwald. All of the other countries upon hearing of what happened came, but were met with a silence even quieter than the grave. They had all left now. But the memory of what had happened to her was still there. The knife she had been using that night was in a glass case, never to be touched again.
He sat on the stone bench and sobbed by the hour. She had been like his daughter, but he didn't act on that feeling like he should have. They discovered when they got back a message written on the wall outside the door;
You cannot save her from me
They washed it away as soon as they could. She had been the one thing that made them realize that they were all unique and loved. Any now she was gone. None of them could deal with that. They all began to drift through the motions of life. Then they just stopped. Denmark began to drink even more, Norway spent most of his time in his conjuring room, Iceland sat for ours and just watched Mr. Puffin, Finland stayed in his room and Sweden spent hours sitting at her grave.
"Thea, I'm sorry. I should have acted on my feeling." He whispered, holding his head in his hands. He had been sitting there for weeks, he couldn't even bring anymore tears.
"I wish I had listened to my heart and stayed with you. You might be here now." He said talking to the grave. He covered his face completely now. He just sat there, feeling for the first time, since he was little, helpless.
Then he felt a small weight. Like someone much smaller than him, wrap their arms around him and pull him close. He could smell the light fragrance of lilacs. He moved his hands and only saw a faint outline of this person's arm. He could hear their heart it was a slow steady sound. He put his arms around them. He felt them put their head on his. Then they began to rock slightly. He realized that he was tired all of a sudden. He began to relax and soon fell asleep as they began to hum a quiet song. One that he felt was familiar, but he couldn't place.
A/N: The next few are flash backs~!