A/N: This is based on Taylor Mali's "Tony Steinberg: Seventh Grade Viking Warrior." It kinda reminded me of Sweden and Peter so I tweaked it a bit. :P This poem actually brought tears to my eyes so if you want to hear it, search it up on youtube! I heard this in English class while studying tones. And I'm sorry but I can't do Sweden's mumbly voice thing. D: It's too difficult!

Disclaimer: I do not own Taylor Mali's "Seventh Grade Viking Warrior" nor Hetalia. ;( And I never will!

Teaching has always been my passion.

Ever since I left Sweden, it was my duty to teach, to educate. So I became a seventh grade History teacher and it has not been easy but it's worth it.

My wife, Tino, says I've just been tired lately. I'm starting to think that he's right.

I'm known for my extravagant projects like the Olympics Coliseum project, the Candy Castle project and others that all my students have enjoyed.

So for my tenth year of teaching, I decided to do a project on my heritage, a Viking Ship.

"Class, I want you to make me a miniature Viking ship. You can use any materials but it must all be done in two weeks but in order to achieve this project, you must all work together…as Warriors."

They were excited, that's all I can really tell you.

The Vikings often buried their bravest warriors into ships or set them adrift on fire as if to have their souls lifted to Valhalla.

He died with his sword in his hand.

It was true that if a Viking died with his sword in his grasp, he would be sent straight to Valhalla…

My students tried to find a loophole to this belief.

"Mr. Oxenstierna, what if you were an old Viking and you were about to die of old age, can you have your sword next to you so when you felt like you were going to go, you can grab onto it and go straight to Valhalla, can you do it, huh?"

"If I were a Viking Warrior, I wouldn't think that would be possible, BUT if I were an Old Viking Warrior, well my God, you're a genius."

He died with his sword in his hand and so went straight to Valhalla.

I had one student in my class that really caught my attention.

Peter Kirkland.

He out of all the students, was the most excited, the one student who always paid attention, always answered the questions…the one who had a cruel fate.

Peter Kirkland was out of school for two months when we finally found out what was wrong. All the students talked about was his disease.

We heard the announcement from the principal.

"Students, Peter is coming to visit on Friday but I advise you, do not point, do not stare, and especially do not laugh."

God wouldn't have wanted this.

HE would have not given cancer to a twelve year old boy. Had made all his hair fall off from the chemotherapy, in his school uniform and I don't just mean Peter Kirkland, none of my male students had hair that day, they had all shaved their hair off in solidarity. Have you ever seen a classroom, half-filled with bald boys all staring at each other; all pointing; all laughing?

I have. And it was a beautiful sight. Almost as beautiful as a full classroom one month late, outside standing in a circle, after the funeral, all heads bowed, holding hands surrounding a burning miniature Viking Ship which they had set on fire, honoring a brave warrior, and watching as his soul risen up to the Heavens.

I went home that day, greeted my wife, and prayed for the strong Viking Warrior.

Peter Kirkland died with his sword in his hand and so went straight to Valhalla.

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