Heya! I really like this story! So I hope you will too! XD Sorry it was delayed getting out. I'm lazy and I kept rewriting it until I thought it was good enough.

Love and War

Prolouge

The blonde awoke in the Danish bed to find a stunning lack of Danes. Actually, it wasn't that stunning for the blonde was quite used it, though he had hopped the Dane would at least be with him today. He turned to see the time was 3:30 am. It was May 17, Norway's National Day, also known as his birthday.

A small frown overcame the Norwegian's features. He wished his lover would remember this day if anniversaries and other important days were to be forgotten, but Norway knew that was about as likely as a treaty between France and England.

He sighed, put on the Dane's bathrobe, and walked down the stairs.

Norway lived in a beautiful mansion built by his lover and his best-friend's fiancé, Sweden. It took them nearly four years to complete, but their labor had created a masterpiece. Norway was standing on the left side of the grand staircase over-looking the foyer. He was previously in West wing where the bedrooms are located. Across mansion is the East wing which holds the theater, art, and music rooms are located. Under the ground below the mansion is where the servants sleep and laundry is done. Directly under the balcony where the two sets of stairs meet, is the entrance to, in Norway's opinion, the best room in the entire mansion: The ballroom.

When walking through the doors, one feels as if they are stepping into a crystal waterfall. Crystals cascaded from the ceiling around the edges of the room. A large chandelier made completely of glass, hung in the middle of the room. The ceiling was painted gold with little flecks of glass reflecting the light. Norway's favorite part of the whole room was the floor. The floor was a giant mirror. It reflected the beauty of everything else. Denmark had asked Norway for ideas on this room and the only thing he wanted was a floor made like a mirror. This place was the only place that has never had anyone but Norway and his lover inside.

The Norwegian slipped into a flashback as he navigated his way to the kitchen:

Mathias had on his tuxedo with the red tie as he stretched his hand out to me, "My sweet love, may I have this dance?"

Red crept onto my cheeks as I played with the lace on my dress. He was the only one I would ever let see me like this, "I don't really know how to dance."

He looked at me with his goofy smile. "Don't worry. I do."

I sighed, never being able to resist that face, "You may."

He pulled me into his arms and led my clumsy feet around the room for hours.

At the end of the night, he kissed me gently and whispered into my ear, "I love you so much. Please do me the honor of letting me marry you."

Norway, having successfully located the kitchen, was snapped from his thoughts as a whistle like sound ripped through the air. It took twenty seconds for the blonde to recognize what was happening. He moved as fast as his feet could carry him to the basement. The sound was getting closer and closer, deafening him and shaking the walls. His pace became more frantic for he knew the end was near.

All in a second, a blinding flash of light enveloped everything, then it all became black.