Okay don't kill me for writing this the idea was just stuck in my mind and I had to share it- Tomorose
Gunner held the open wound that was pouring out blood . He now was panting memories flooded into his mind. Slowly, Slowly he would disappear not until he has seen his every memory will he die. Then they filled his mind, they were the ones who pushed him through every scar, bruise, cut. The ones who told him lies when he needed to hear them, if only they weren't gone. Even though he wasn't able to communicate properly of show emotion correctly they cared for them. He had to live, for them.
Gunner stood up slowly, grunting, moaning in pain, and then straitening out his stiff back, then he ran. He ignored the pain, anyways it would be more painful leaving them. Gunner pushed himself to go faster, soon he was making strong bounds with pride and hope to see them. They were after all the only ones who liked him. He had tried to make a relationship with England but it had failed just like the other ones.
Finally he was close, close to them, close to help, close to happiness. Gunner stopped at the door, then he tried to hide his wound but he only failed. He let out a shaky sigh and knocked on the door, he was close so close. Foot shuffling filled the air and the door opened only to reveal Tino and his brother. Finally relieved Gunner sunk to his knees letting his hand slip off his wound. More blood poured out, he earned gasps from Tino and Erik. They started to say something but he couldn't hear them.
He knew he was at his end, he was disappearing, slowly his vision began to blur. Now Tino, Erik, Matthias, and Osweld surrounded him. He had one last thing to say, and now it was time to say it, it was his only chance.
"Thank you," Gunner said with a weak smile, it was a time to leave.
Okay review please! Tell me if it's a fail
Gunner=Iceland
Erik=Norway
Matthias= Denmark
Tino= Finland
Osweld=Sweden