Hello all, Isa here~
This is the first story I'm publishing on this site via this account. Yay!
The pairing is Denmark x Norway, which is my second favorite Hetalia ship. They're so cute together~! *shot by Norge* Anyway, it's heavily inspired by the song In the Sea by Ingrid Michaelson (hence the title), so if you like listening to music while reading, I can recommend that song for this piece :) (hehe, I did after all spend 2 hours with the song on repeat to write this and still listen to it daily 3)
Please review and let me know what you think, I have 10 further pages typed up and almost ready for upload so no worries, it won't be a cliffhanger for more than a day or two ^_~
Enjoy! :D
In the Sea
Around him, I drown.
Whenever I come close to him, whenever he talks to me, whenever he looks at me, I drown.
And it's not a bad thing. When it feels like I'm drowning, I feel, and that's exactly what I miss in my life. Feelings.
It's not that I don't have feelings, it's just that it's impossible for me to show them. I can't bring any kind of emotion to my face at all. And I can explain it.
People are like canvases; their emotions are the colors that paint them to shape who they are. Most have one dominant color, some have an even mix of many colors, some just have random shades of two colors, intertwining and combining. But I'm different.
My canvas isn't white, it's black.
I can get no color to show, and I lost all will to attempt to mix my own, visible color long ago.
Yet, somehow, the color of him has managed to make its way onto my canvas, touching one corner first, then eating its way outward from there. It's not a color I can define, rather something invisible that softly spreads its poison within me. Like a plague.
I welcome that plague with open arms.
I've become somewhat addicted to drowning in him. Actually, it's gotten so bad that I've found myself standing on the beach, staring out at the water, wondering what it would feel like to really drown. Wishing. Hoping. Dreaming...
Today I'm trying it. If it feels so good to drown in him, it should help me to recover from my addiction if I really go for a "permanent swim". Since nobody understands me anyway, I didn't think there'd be much point in trying to explain this to people. Tomorrow, if all goes well, I won't be with them; either I'll sleep on the beach (there's a hotel nearby lest I get cold feet) or I'll be beyond the state of being that requires me to sleep. In other words... I could be dead in a few minutes and nobody would ever know what happened. I'd die happy.
But I couldn't do it.
This afternoon, as I was leaving the house, I couldn't help myself. The paper was right there and my favorite pen was in my pocket anyway.
I wrote Ice a note of explanation.
By the time he reads it, I'll be gone anyway.
Here I am now, standing and watching the water. I've found a quiet, secluded place to go below the surface.
I'm really going to do this.
... Okay, that's a horrible cliffhanger. I feel like a bad/mean/evil person now.
Review and let me know what you think~! :D
