Nordics X Country! Reader

    Ever since your youth, you had been a little different than other people. You stayed much smaller than the other children and couldn't seem to age at all. You didn't know why for the longest time, but you were a country. The country of Greenland to be precise. Your people lived in the snowy landscapes on the huge land. Winters were deadly and bitter, summers were barely present, and sometimes the sun didn't set at night. however, you and your people were hardy and willing to stake it out each year. You were proud of your people and unwilling to give up on them, or anything else.
    However, you were not always just with your people. It was about three years after you were "born" when five men came to your small village on the coast. they all stood much taller than you and a good portion of your people. The first carried a large battleaxe, his blonde hair standing straight up in the air and waving faintly in the wind, a large grin covering his face. The next was leafing through a large book, a curl standing from his lighter hair on one side and a silver cross pin also in his hair.
    The third was standing next to the second, though he seemed very disinterested in everything around him. His hair was closer to a white and a semi-large bird sat on his shoulder. The fourth man towered over the rest, a mountain of a man. He had shiny glasses perched on his nose, and a swishing navy blue cape with a silver cross on it. The last man had a soft looking hat, gentle brown eyes, and seemed to be afraid of the tallest man. All of them were equally terrifying to you anyways. The first man saw you and smiled even wider.
    "Hej, lille en! Are you Greenland?" he asked, kneeling down to your level, which was basically him laying on the ground. You shuffled backwards a bit, but then spoke up as loudly as you could with your high voice.
    "Ja, hvem er du?" you asked. The man laughed loudly and sat up a little bit, shuffling closer to you on his knees. The man with the curl in his hair seemed annoyed at the first man's antics.
    "Stupid Dane...," he mumbled and closed his thick book with a snap. "We are the Nordic countries of Europe. That idiot there is Denmark, I am Norway, this is my lille bror, Iceland, and those two are Sweden and Finland," he said, motioning to each person in turn. The man with white hair, Iceland, seemed to protest being called the little brother of the man with the curl.
    "No matter how many times you call me that, I won't say it," he grumbled. Norway started arguing with him over this topic, to which, Iceland only seemed to get more and more annoyed. The first man, Denmark, seemed to find this argument amusing, to say the least. Sweden looked down at you and sat next to you, making you squeak in fear. He was a lot scarier up close! Finland chuckled nervously as Sweden tried to interact with you.
    "D'nm'rk w'nts y'u t' c'm' w'th 's 'nd b'c'm' p'rt 'f th' N'rd'cs," he said in a thick accent. You barely understood what he said when Finland came to the rescue.
    "He says that Denmark wants you to come with us and be a part of the Nordics, Greenland! And we all would like for you to be with us, since you're a new country and needing some help, kyllä?" You shook your head, even though it sounded nice. You couldn't leave your people to fend for themselves, that would be cruel of you to do. Your people came first, not you. Finland and Sweden seemed surprised at this.
    "Are you sure pikkuinen?" Finland asked. You nodded vigorously and hugged Finland's legs.
    "Tak, for offering for me to be with you anyways, Mister Finland!" you said with your high pitched voice and sending a beaming smile up to him. He just about squealed and scooped you up in a hug.
    "Niin söpö!!" he cooed, rubbing his face on yours, making you a little uncomfortable, but you bore it anyways. Sweden stood up and patted your head.
    "G''d l'ck, Gr''nl'nd," he said in his deep voice, before regrouping with the other three. Finland set you down and went to the others as well. Denmark seemed upset that you had turned him down, but still said goodbye anyways. You were sad to see the visitors go so soon, but you would not allow yourself to abandon your people to fend for themselves. You cared for them too much.
         ~Timeskip~

    Ever since that day, you had grown stronger. Denmark had several ships that brought over travelers and goods. You had become close friends with all the Nordic countries, and good trade partners. So much so that they considered you a part of the Nordics anyways.
    Meanwhile, you had grown into a fine young woman with (h/l) (h/c) hair, sparkling (e/c) eyes, and a lovely voice. But, just as when you were young, your people came first, not you. You had become very compassionate and caring for anyone, after many years of seeing harsh acts destroy relationships and hurt people. You vowed to never let anyone be hurt by the words you said or the actions you performed. Your country was also strong and, while not a major player in the world, or its meetings, you still were able to participate and everyone seemed to have some sort of affection for you. You didn't mind at all.
    However, you DID mind that you had to play peacemaker at each and every meeting that was held. It was childish actions that caused these arguments, but you could do nothing more than stop them each time, if they even let you get in between the fights to break them up. It was rather tiresome.
    One evening after a particularly stressful meeting, you were wandering in the streets of your capital city, Nuuk,  humming your favorite song you had heard about your country awhile ago. You only knew the chorus to the song, however, but the tune stuck in your head, as tunes are want to do.
    "My heart belongs in Greenland~
    This I know for sure~
    And soon, one day, you'll find me there~
    On Greenland's shore~"
    You noticed that the Nordics were wandering around the streets, Denmark as loud as ever, and the others trying to deal with it, as per usual. You smiled at their antics as they walked down the street. You waited for a safe point to cross over to the other side, and tried to catch up to them.
    "Hej guys!" They turned at the sound of your voice and smiled, greeting you in all their respective languages. You trotted up to them and grinned.
    "What do you say about going to the bar for a little bit, Greenland? We still have the whole night ahead of us!" Denmark said, grinning, his hair waving about in the air. You stopped to consider, not sure if it was the best idea, as there was still the meeting tomorrow. But you also didn't want to upset anyone.
    "Well...," you started. "I suppose that we can go for a little while, but we shouldn't stay too long, because of the meeting, and I think that the rates in my country for-"
    "AWESOME!!! LET"S GO!!!" Denmark yelled, dragging you along by the arm to the nearest bar without letting you finish. You rolled your eyes and hurried along with him to avoid a painful pulling sensation in your arm. The rest of the Nordics could do nothing more than follow you and Denmark, hoping that he would be sensible in his drinking for once.

         ~Timeskip~

    He wasn't, as usual. The Danish man had gotten himself severely drunk within the few hours you had been there. On top of that, you had stayed much later at the bar than you would have liked to, the time being into the early morning, where no one, again, NO ONE, liked to be awake. This all combined together, along with the fact that your country's attack rates had gone up, made you very annoyed and nervous. You didn't want to run into someone who would hurt you when you were on your way back home with the Nordics. You supposed that a group of six would deter most criminals. The Nordics, all in varying states of drunkenness, insisted on going to their hotel before you went home. You did escort them to their hotel for the evening, and then headed towards your own home.
    The evening air was cold, and, despite your heavy jacket, you still felt it nipping at your exposed skin. Your steps were rushed, eager to get home as quickly as possible before anyone could get you and do things to interrupt your homeward trek. Unfortunately, fate had other ideas for you that night.
    A shadowy figure stepped out of an alleyway, and stood in front of you, smirking darkly at you. You tried to step to the side, but he intercepted you. You grew more nervous with each second.
    "Undskyld mig, vil jeg gerne videregive," you said softly and tried to brush pass again. He grabbed your shoulders and slammed you roughly against the nearest wall, making you gasp for air. He chuckled, but before he could do anything, a fist came out of nowhere and smashed into his face, sending him sprawling to the ground. You looked over and saw the Nordics standing there, all looking surprisingly sober and extremely serious.
    "You shouldn't have done that to our friend, because now you have to deal with all of us," said Denmark, holding his battleaxe over his shoulder, his face unusually grim. You felt a wave of relief as you tried to reach them. Then, time seemed to slow down.
    You watched your friends' eyes widen in horror as pain webbed through your body, your knees going weak. Your brain hadn't even registered what happened until you were falling, barely caught by Iceland. The man had shot you through the chest, and now, blood was pouring everywhere, spattering on the ground and staining the clothes of both you and Iceland. Time seemed to snap back into place and the pain hit you like a semi-truck.
    Your breath choked and spluttered as your chest heaved frantically, trying to send oxygen in and out of your failing lungs. Norway vanished from your vision, presumably to take care of your attacker, and the other three appeared, hovering over you with tears in their eyes. You smiled very faintly at them.
    "C-come on guys.... You know I c-can't stand c-crying...," you whispered, even as tears fell from your own (e/c) eyes. Blood was working its way onto the ground as you coughed violently, breathing more shallowly than you ad before. Finland was already sobbing, trying to stop your bleeding with his little white beret, which was already soaked through with the warm plasma. Sweden cradled your head in his lap, while Iceland was desperately searching for something else to press into your wound.
    "You're going to be okay, Green, d-don't worry! We'll get you fixed up in no time, ja?" Denmark said, trying to sound confident, but the quiver in his voice betrayed his emotions. You choked again, coughing up even more blood, and yet still managed a smile.
    "Ja, and w-we'll all be a-able to go to the meeting t-tomorrow, and hang o-out afterwards...," you murmured, looking at the sets of eyes gazing at you, all with tears falling or building in them. You smiled weakly and tried to wipe away their tears. Norway appeared and knelt next to you, brushing your (h/c) locks out of your face, tears in his eyes as well.
    "Ikke, Greenland, save your strength, you'll need it to survive," he said, setting your hand back at your side and holding it there. You felt your strength fading and you gasped out a small laugh.
    "Sorry.... I'm g-getting blood a-all over you guys.... A-and your hat i-is ruined Finny...," you said softly. He shook his head, his blonde locks swishing in front of his eyes.
    "Ei! I can get a new one!!" he insisted, and you looked up at the starry sky, remembering the soft tune you had heard and fallen in love with. You opened your mouth and, in a cracking voice, sung out the few words you had known of it.
    "My heart belongs in Greenland~
    This I know for sure~
    And soon, one day, you'll find me there~
    On Greenl-"
    Your voice faded with each note, and before you could finish the chorus, your eyes closed, and your head rolled to one side. The Nordics all felt their hearts crumble to dust as the evening starts shone down on your face, which now lay completely still and cold. You were no longer Greenland, but instead, an empty soul....

         ~Epilogue~

    All the Nordics were greatly affected by your death, even to the point of changing them. Finland never left anywhere without his new white beret, but he still kept the old one, bloodstained as it was. Any time he looked at it, he wanted to break down into tears, and hold it close to him for hours.
    Sweden would often be caught staring into his lap with upturned hands on his legs, as if your head still lay there in it, and he was still holding it. He was even quieter than usual, and his hobbies became almost an obsession in an attempt to distract him from the pain he had gone through.
    Iceland rarely left his room anymore, clutching the jacket you had bought him for his birthday close to his body, unresponsive to anything around him. He refused to let that part of you go, and wouldn't let anyone else touch it, not even to be washed.
    Norway nearly gave up his magic, and started to drink more and more. His emotionless wall was fractured badly, and his temper was now quicker to lash out, his words more biting and harsh, and less thoughtful of others.
    However, Denmark was the most affected. He completely gave up drinking, even going as far as to throw out any alcohol, beer in particular, on occasion if he saw it. He became more reclusive at home, his voice carrying less enthusiasm in general, and his actions less boisterous. Denmark also refused to let anyone speak of you in the presence of the Nordic Five, as now the group would have varied reactions, some explosive, and others into inconsolable states.
    One particular day, the Nordic Five had decided that they needed to get away from the pain, and visited the Greenlandic coast. They felt as though it paid tribute to you, even though they wanted to get away from the pain. After a visit to your grave, they took a walk on the beach, as none of them felt like playing in the chilled waters.
    At one point, they thought they heard a familiar voice singing, and saw a girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair, in a white dress, dancing slowly on the beach, a soft smile on her lips. Her voice rang out over the gray-tan sands, clear and sweet. This vision did not last, but they all agreed that they had seen and heard the same thing, without a doubt. Each one also started to sing what the girl had sung, feeling like it was necessary.
    "My heart belongs in Greenland~
    This I know for sure~
    And soon, one day, you'll find me there~
    On Greenland's shore~"

         ~Fin~