There were times Denmark couldn't bring himself to look in a mirror; times he'd regret he even owned mirrors, it made him see how tired he looked. He was, so tired, of everything. There were times where Denmark stayed in bed all day if he could, he didn't want to get up, to face the world. But he'd get up and stumble to the bathroom and fix himself up even though it pained him to look at himself, he hated looking at himself now, he'd always tried to point out why others hated him, though he knew it was deeper than the skin, it wasn't what he looked like, it was him. After he was dressed well enough to be seen in public and his bedhead was less messy by his standards, he would make his way downstairs to make breakfast, for himself, only himself.
On his way downstairs, he would always stop, there were so many pictures of the other Nordics that it took all Denmark had to not cry. He couldn't help but noticed how big the house was, now that it was just him versus the five it used to be. He stared at the picture of all five of them before grabbing it and turning it around to he saw the back of the frame instead of the people who left him. It was easier that way, to pretend they never existed, like he lived by himself, his whole life, avoid them at meetings, anything, just so he could pretend a little longer that it didn't hurt.
Every day he wishes he could fix his mistakes, maybe if he did they would still be here. He wished he noticed when they were hostile towards him growing up, when Sweden no longer worried when Denmark got hurt but instead yelled at him. When did playing and teaching Sweden how to hold a sword properly, turn to Sweden's sword at his throat declaring independence from their union taking Finland with him.
After Sweden and Finland left, it was Norway and finally Iceland. They all left him. They do not visit, they do not call, they have already moved on and now Denmark is left here trying to fix the pieces, but he's only making it worse. Denmark sets the table for one, though he still has to remind himself, not five, not five you idiot, not five, one, one. His hand shakes as he grabs a plate, he grabs only one this time, and he feels a little better, he can finally do something right is what he is thinking. He sets it down and walks to the kitchen to make breakfast, he looks for the bacon in the fridge, because if he's careless enough the grease with hit his skin and feeling physical pain is better to him than emotional pain and the emptiness in his heart.
He looks at the calendar that is held to the fridge with a magnet, but he knows what day it is and the fact he's been pushing this off for years. Though the thing he pushed off would be considered good and "getting better". Today is his last day, last day on earth, last day as a nation, his last day and he is spending it burning bacon and choking back the tears that threaten to spill. He's been planning this day for so long he can't even remember the day he thought of it first, yet all with no one else finding out about his plans.
Denmark grabs his burnt bacon and dumps it on his plate. He sits at the head of the table forcefully. It's almost like he wants to crawl in bed again, just to avoid today's plans. He decides to tell Sweden first, first to leave and first to know he decides. It takes him an hour to locate where he threw the practically unused phone, and his hands shake as he dials Sweden's number.
Denmark's lips tremble as he calls, there is a part of him, praying, that Sweden won't pick up, and maybe Denmark can push this to another day. With just his luck, Sweden answers his call on the fourth ring. Denmark's whole body is now shaking, maybe he didn't think this through, at very least he should have thought of what to say, maybe he should just han-
"H'llo? D'nmark?" Sweden asks, there is no emotion in his voice but Denmark's mind warps it into anger and harshness and Denmark feels a lump in his throat like he can't breathe, can't talk, just can't.
He takes a deep breath before speaking, "Sweden," He starts, wiping a tear from his face,"I just want you to know this is the last time I'm calling," His hands are shaking again, he can't take it back, this, this is the end.
"Ok'y..?" Sweden starts, he doesn't fully understand what Denmark is getting at, but with Denmark it's best not to push things and let things be. Denmark lets the tears stream from his eyes and he hangs up, one done and three more to go.
He sits down and puts his head in his arms and lap, he finally lets the dam break and sobs.
Next to call is Finland, but Denmark doesn't call him until a little after noon. He got caught up looking at the photo album just one more time, Denmark doesn't know how he feels about calling Finland, he was never as close to him, only Norway and Iceland, heck, he was closer to Sweden.
But, sticking to his order of first to leave first to know and so on, he dials the Finnish man's number. It takes only two rings for Finland to pick up, and he happily greet Denmark unknowing.
"Finland, I'm just going to get straight to the point, this is goodbye," Denmark says bluntly even though he practically sobbing at the moment, Finland giggles and asks him if he's drunk again, but there is a tinge of worry in his voice. Denmark plays along for his own, dare he say it, amusement, or maybe it was to cope.
"Haha, yep," He purposely slurred, "Went with Prussia just an hour ago and we got hammered!" Okay, maybe he's being too enthusiastic, he hears Finland scold him for drinking before noon, but before Denmark can reply, Finland hangs up saying Hanatamago had gotten into something.
Denmark sits in a nearby chair and laughs for a few seconds before bursting out in loud sobs. After a few minutes he decides it's best to finish the last of paperwork before calling Norway and he locks himself in his study until 6.
When he comes out of his study it's dinner time, but Denmark doesn't want to eat, he just wants to get Norway's call over with. He lets out a loud sigh. If he thought Sweden's and Finland's calls were hard, he is dead wrong, he is shaking harder and he doesn't know what to say.
When Norway answers Denmark is still silent, he just can't think what to say, how to say, goodbye.
"Denmark? Are you there?" Norway asks with slight irritation in his voice.
"Yeah," Denmark mummers, before continuing. "I think I'm going to miss you the most, Norge," He whispers as he wipes a few tears.
"Denmark, you're going to America's for a week, it's not like you're going to die," Norway tells him now more irritated than when he first answered, Denmark has forgotten about his visit to America's, it was too late for that now. After a few minutes of silence Norway hangs up.
One person is left before it is all over.
Denmark decides to call Iceland later because he doesn't think he can call him after getting off the phone with Norway and his unknowing comment.
Denmark almost forgets to call Iceland, he was too busy finding the gun he owned and stored in the attic. He had gotten wrapped up in old memories of their stuff through the ages dating back to the viking ages.
But he remembers after he finds the gun, he sets the gun on the counter and dials Iceland for the last time.
It only takes a few rings for Iceland to pick up.
"Hello..?" His voice is a little groggy, Denmark checks the time, it was only about 11:30 pm in Copenhagen so it was only about 9:30 pm in Iceland's capital, Reykjavik.
"Hey Ice, were you sleeping?" It's not on topic but Denmark still worries for Iceland after raising him, and Denmark know Iceland goes to bed after Midnight.
"I have been sick the past couple of days, I think it's because of my volcano again."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, I just want you to know-" he takes a deep breathe before continuing. "This is the last time I'm calling Icey," He tells him using an old nickname.
"What, Denmark? What are you sayi-" Denmark hangs up before he can get his sentence out. It's all over now. He sets his phone down, walks to the counter and picks up the gun.
Iceland tries calling Denmark back several times and even calls Norway to check on him but neither answer their phones. He is rushing to find his laptop to book a flight to Denmark, it's been a long time since he's heard such sadness in Den's voice that it worries him, he hasn't been like that since Iceland independence.
When his computer finally boots up he finds out the next flight to Copenhagen isn't until 5 in the morning the next day. He curses under his breath, but quickly books it.
He doesn't sleep that night.
When Iceland pulls up to Denmark's house he calls several times, and knocks several time and even yells for Denmark, no answer.
He gets more and more nervous and he quickly locates the key under the mat and unlocks the door. He shouts Denmark's name and wanders through the house. What he sees make his heart feel like it's going to stop. Blood, so much blood. He rushes to Denmark's body and kneels in the blood. He tries shaking him, and opening his eyes and checking for a pulse. Nothing. He sobs into Denmark's cold body and call the other Nordics.
"It's Denmark, he's dead." Iceland sobs.
And that's where we are ending it muhaha. Maybe I'll write more? Just ask, but for now I have to leave so the ending was a little rushed, sorry. still hoped you enjoyed, favorite and review!