A/N: Almost done I promise! I think there are four other chapters after this.
I could feel the pain what was emanating from him. He was so upset. They all were. But I couldn't understand why. I tried to speak to them, but they couldn't hear me.
"Tino, Tino what's wrong? Please talk to me?" I asked attempting to get him to acknowledge me. He didn't respond. He just sighed and lied back down on his bed and fell back asleep.
"Lukas? Lukas can you hear me? Please respond to me?" I asked him. He was in his casting room. The fairies and other creatures could see me. But if he could he didn't say anything.
"Mathias? What are you doing? You shouldn't be drinking this much. Please stop?" I asked him. He was sitting at his bar drinking. He had already gone through several bottles of hard liquor. He didn't reply to me either.
"Emil? Why are you sitting in the dark? Mr. Puffin is here too right?" I asked. He sighed and continued to watch the puffin. I sighed and tried to go to my room. It was locked. I didn't understand. What happened? I couldn't remember anything, but I needed to find Sve. Maybe he would answer me. I found him sitting on a stone bench starting at something. His face was red, like he had been crying for hours.
"Sve? Sve, please say something." I said walking around in front of him. I knelt down and sat on my knees in front of him. His gaze never left whatever it was he was staring at. I placed my hand on his. He flinched and pulled it away. I pulled my hand to my chest. What was wrong?
"Sve? What happened? I wish I could remember, but I can't." I said I was ready to cry but I felt no tears. I finally stood up and turned around. I saw what he was staring at. A grave stone it had been there for some weeks, maybe a few months. I got closed to read the inscription.
May the winter snow bring spring warmth for you from now on.
Theodora Tea Køhler Bondevik Steilsson Väinämöinen Oxenstierna
December 13 1994 – December 13, 2012
I gasped. It was my grave. I was dead. All of those events suddenly came flooding back to me. The pain I felt and the joy of seeing Sve again.
"S—Sve…" I whispered. He leaned closer to me. He had no idea how happy I was to see him again. There was so much I wanted to tell him, but I could not get it all out.
"…I—I'm not cold… anymore…" I whispered to him. I could feel the energy to stay awake slipping away. He shook his head. He didn't want to see me go. But the injuries had other plans. I could feel the darkness rising to meet me for the last time. I looked into his eyes and saw such pain. I slowly looked at the other gathered around me. They all had the pained look of those that were about to lose the one they held the most dear.
"Thea, don't… you'll be alright…" He began to say to me, but I had relaxed where I lay and closed my eyes. I'm glad, I thought, that I got to see you all again. I love you all so much. Then the darkness rose to take me away from them.
I was weightless, just floating along in complete black. Suddenly I was pulled out. There were cries and wailing. I was at the World Meeting. Something I had never been allowed to attend. All of the countries were there except for the Nordics, and they were crying. Even Natali was there and she was wailing into Russia's chest. I was speaking but no one heard me. I hurried back to the hotel and found the Nordics in a different set of rooms than we usually had. They were all in separate rooms too. I was so confused. I had sat in each of their rooms watching them individually for ours at a time.
Denmark would drink, pass out, wake up, begin to cry and start the cycle again. Norway was just sitting on his bed. He would occasionally pick something up from his bag but he never held it long, he had silent tears roll down his face, the same as Iceland who just sat there. He did nothing else. Finland would sit there and cry. I tried to stop his tears but I couldn't. Sweden was even worse. His room was as far away as it could be. In fact it was on the top floor. There was no one else on that floor. All the others were on the fifth floor. He cried always. I sat in the floor watching him. He would cry for hours until he was exhausted. When he fell asleep I stood up and walked to him. He looked awful. I wanted to stop their pain. I bent over him to brush a stray piece of hair, but he work with a jolt and cried out. I yelped in alarm but he couldn't hear me. He called my name and began to sob, apologizing for something that I did not know about.
I followed them home and spent weeks trying to get them to see me. But I could not. I was just there. I couldn't get them to see me.
I was still there. I looked down I was still in the clothes I wore to the club. There was blood all over them though. The hole in my abdomen was prominent. I was shocked that this had happened. I didn't think that mortal injuries would show themselves in death. I ran inside to the large bathroom and went to the mirror. I began to sob. I was hideous. My face looked like it was about to explode. I looked like I had just crawled out of the grave, half rotten. All of the injuries were festering and some oozing disgusting things. I was glad none of them saw me. I would frighten them all away. Suddenly there was an intense white light that appeared. I looked into it and saw nothing. It was so bright, but it was not blinding. I walked to it. The closer I got the better I felt. I looked into it and actually saw countries. Rome and Germania, whom Prussia and Italy had told be briefly about were standing there. I was hesitant, but I entered it anyway. It was so warm.
He woke in that person's arms still. He wanted to know who they were but he didn't want to move. He felt better than he had since her death. He still saw the look in her eyes, the look of fear, gratitude, and love. Those three mixed to one look, it was impossible to forget. He didn't want to forget. But he wanted the pain to stop. He opened his eyes. His glasses had been taken off. They were nowhere he could find them. He sat up, but he could barely make out the image of the person next to him. There were no details, it was all so blurry.
"Give me back my glasses." He told the person. They produced them. The handed them to him and quickly pulled up a hood on their jacket. He could not make out the basic figure. But he could not tell anything other than it was a person in a hooded jacket and jeans.
"Who are you? Tell me." He demanded. They just pulled at the sleeves of the jacket. He was getting irritated. He reached to grab them but they jumped up. He stood up and took a step toward them. They took off. He chased after them. They wound through the trees. They were fast, but he was as well. They started to make twist and turns to lose him but they failed. They jumped over fallen trees and rocks but he was still right behind them. He finally recognized where they were. He became infuriated that they knew where this place was. He finally tackled them at the base of the tree where she died.
He flipped them over and pulled the hood off. He froze. He couldn't have been looking at that face. But right now it was staring back at him. There were tears in the eyes and a look of confusion and fear. But they were her eyes. She was staring back at him. He let go of her wrists. He had scared her.
"Thea?" He asked. Her eyes widened.
A/N: I still do not own Hetalia, but I do own the story ^^