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-Age 8- There was another blizzard, (name) was in a fettle position under the covers, she was trying to stay warm and overcome this nightmare. Blood was everywhere, her family had fought for her but they all died anyway, she ran bare foot in in her pajamas running to find anyone of her family that was still alive but everyone was dead. America, Prussia, England, Romania, Turkey, Sealand, everyone was dead. She ran faster to get away from the dead bodies, the further she got the worst it became, she started to see dead bodies of The Nordics, she stopped when she saw Sweden move a little, she ran straight for him, he looked up and reached his

Nordics x Young!Reader Uncle Norway's Violin (For those who read all the previous stories...beware the huge time skip :P) "Mom, Dad! I'm home! Uh, hello?" A young twelve year old female walked into the house. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair flowing down her back. She made her way into the living room where everything was all quiet; an unusual thing to have in this particular house. "Mom? Dad?" she called, "It's me (Name), I'm home!....is anyone home? Uncle Ice? Uncle Den? Uncle Norge?" (Name) made her way to the kitchen to find it empty. She then went through the whole house -everyone's bedrooms included- but found no one. Realizing that searching wo

-Age 7- It was raining and Denmark and Norway were waiting for (name) to get home from school, they would've gone to pick her up, but the roads were flooding and the car was gone, the others had a meeting to go to. Denmark was looking out the window watching to see if (name) was out there. The rain lighten up a bit but it was still sprinkling. "Ugh, this sucks, why can't we just go out there to look for her?" Norway sighed he sensed the worry in his voice he was worried too. "We could but the storm might pick up again, and besides she should be home soon." "Hey, why didn't you go to the meeting aren't all our bosses there?" "Yes, and

"I'm going to die, aren't I?" "N-no, Mattie.  No.  You're not going to die.  I won't let you." "I'm going to die.  I-I'm…I'm really going to die." "Mattie—" "I don't want to die, Alfred." He can actually hear him shiver, hear the catch to his voice through the phone.  "I don't want to die." He can feel his body convulsing from two thousand miles away.  And he can't do anything to comfort him, instead grasping tighter to the phone, shaking his head so hard the cowlick on top of his head quivers. "No you're not.  Don't talk like that.  You're gonna b