''I'm going to be independent from now on.''
Crushed, burnt, stabbed or beheaded.. It felt worse then all that, it hurt, he didn't know what to do, nor what to say. His precious Norweigan was going to leave him forever, to be an independent country. No. He couldn't let that happen, Norway couldn't leave him. Tears started to for in his eyes and he lost conciousnes, but only for a minute.
He was standing in a dark room, everything was black, and cold. He saw a figure infront of him, it looked just like himself. This 'copy' was grinning at him, a devilish grin ''Let me handle this dear Denmark, I will make him regret leaving you.'' the voice was slightly darker then his own. ''Who are you?''
''Søde hjerte, I'm your Darker side'' Denmark blinked a little and then thought for a moment ''You can help me with Norway?'' his voice was a little cheerier, although he didn't really know what he was getting himself into. ''Let me take your place and I will do everything in my power to make him regret it.'' The Dane thought for a moment and then smiled like a little kid. ''Okey!''
The Dane could feel his world turn up-side-down, he now knew that he shouldn't have listened to the doppleganger in the first place. He was stuck in the dark room/world/thingie and he knew that the look-alike had stolen his body by now. Infront of him, something like a big screen lit up and he could see through his own eyes.
''Did you hear me idiot? I'm going to be inde-..'' The Norweigans sentence was cut off as the Dane took a grip around the collar of the others shirt and pressed their lips together. Inside his head, Denmark just stared, he could see it all so clearly. No, no this couldn't happen, this wasn't happening. He pinched himself ''OUCH'' it only hurt to do so.
As the kiss broke, Norway slapped him hard on his cheek. ''WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU IDIOT?'' the voice of the Norweigan sounded irritated and surprised, the doppleganger grinned evily and didn't reply to Nors question at all.
Just a few days later, a war broke out between Denmark and Norway, it was a bloody war and they both lost many men. Okey, the Norwegian had lost more men then the Dane but that didn't matter at all right now. By the third month of the war they met up with eachother, Denmark with his usual big axe and Norway with a gun and a sword. ''Let us have a normal fight, guns are for pussies~'' Norway nodded at this and slowly put his gun away, switching it for his trusty blade.
''You think you'll win? I'll make you regret every second without me Nor.'' Denmarks voice was dark and he sounded like he was going to kill someone, they held the blade of each weapon against the other, before attacking. The blades made loud clinging sounds as they collided, Denmark tried to get as close as possible to the other.
His axe cut right through the Norwegians armor. 'N-NO STOP' Denmark yelled from inside his own head, but the dark side just grinned at it. He had been yelling at the other since the beginning of this but the dark side hadn't cared so he had almost gotten tired of it. Now he just wanted his body back more then anything.
The next cut went right through the skin of his torso.