Where Is The Sun Now?

Closing time; Every new beginnings come from some other beginnings' end.

Iceland awoke in the smell of steaming coffee and comforting silence.

When he entered the kitchen, he saw Norway by the table, sipping his coffeee while looking outside.

He turned his head and saw him. "Oh, you're awake."

"You lifted me up from the cemetery?" He pointed to the couch.

"Half-dragged, actually," the other nation continued, as Iceland looked back to the doorway.

So that's why there's snow inside.

Silence filled the moment, but they were not that suffocating anymore.

It was more like anticipating something.

Russia reluctantly stole an another glance at Belarus for the millionth time.

He knew that Denmark's death was caused because he was neglected. Left alone.

Unloved.

And he couldn't help but worry.

"What is it, brother?" Belarus snapped, then she sighed. The first time she felt his eyes linger on her, she felt good, but it's starting to wear her down.

She doesn't even chase him anymore these days.

"Nothing, sister," He paused, then he asked, "But could you answer something?"

Belarus signaled him to continue.

"...Are you going to leave me?"

Belarus froze.

Then she laughed.

She laughed so genuinely, that Russia briefly wondered if he finally made his sister crack.

But hands down, her laughter is the sweetest sound he have ever heard.

That, and Belarus' "Of course not." made him better.

And he vow to cheris his sister from then on.

It doesn't make sense to him on why people pretend not to see him.

He hate it whenever those moments come up.

It must've been fun for them, he thought, but it is his fault for giving up, right?

But now, when Prussia lay down on his couch with him, talking and asking him, it's not that bad. Especially now that France, England and America checks up on him.

It's not that bad, he thought, as he rest his head on Prussia's shoulder and answer him.

He found himself thanking Denmark.

"Finland?"

Finland looked behind him, and he saw Sweden walking towards him.

"I could feel him," Finland smiled as the ocean breeze toyed with their hair. "He's watching us."

Sweden looked at the sky for a while, then he closed his eyes.

"He is."

The Dane beamed down from above, his face clearly showing contentment and happiness.

"You're finally done, son?"

Roman Empire came up from behind, and he looked down, like the Dane.

Denmark nodded, his features softening.

There were silence,and both continued to look down, watching the nations.

"It's a beautiful world, isn't it?"

Denmark took this moment to stare at them, see them smile, talk, and, well, love each other. Even if his presence is not there, he could somehow feel that he's a part of them.

"It is."

"He hasn't really left , you know," Iceland said, after a while.

"I can still feel him."

Norway looked at him.

"I-I know this might sound corny," Iceland continued, looking at his hands. "but I could still feel him. I-In my heart."

The older nation stared at him, and inside, Iceland began panicking. "I-Is that weird?"

"No," Norway finally said, cracking a small smile. for the first time. "I could feel him, too."

He looked at his reflection on the coffee.

He could feel him.

What is an echo?

The persistance of a sound after the source has stopped.

When is an echo formed?

When it is silent, and other sounds are absorbed.

When it's silent, Norway could still hear Denmark's echo.

He could feel him, like what Iceland said.

And he believe that the world has learned a lesson; they should cherish everything they could, because time is limited; it wouldn't stop and wait for you to realize something you should've already in the past.

Like what Denmark said, time may leave you,

Smiling as he lift the cat that he has named Den-cat (with the other Nordics, of course) because of the resemblance, Norway stepped unto the veranda and stared at the white fields.

He found himself himself softly laughing when the wind blew to his direction.

Døden vil ikke gøre os en del. ~ Death will not do us part

End.

EXTRA:

Lucky 8!

After 8 chapters, we are finally done.

I originally planned 9 chapters to end it, but while I'm writing this chapter, I was like, "Whoa. It's an ending."

Then boom.

I'm sorry, I'm never particularly good with endings. The echo part is associated with chapter 5, by the way.

I SERIOUSLY LOVE YOU GUYS. More than I love coffee. And that's a lot. I'm a bit sad when I finished the last chapter- now I don't have something to look forward to; I had fun writing it~!

Sorry if I have to insert PruCan and BelaRussia. It just... fits. So I'll shamelessly promote the DenNor FST (fanmix!) that I made. The link is on my profile- it's like the soundtrack of this fic, actually.

I can't express my gratitude enough, especially to those who reviewed to almost every chapter, when you totally didn't have also, to those who favorited and alerted this story- I love you guys.

Sorry for any mistakes in this chapter- this is updated while I was studying for Algebra in the middle of the night. I'm sorry I can't fix them.

This is the last chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed this story, as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I wish you all a happy life~