I'm falling somebody please help me,
Pull me away from the darkness that surrounds me; that traps me.
I am not who I am,
It is all a mask.
Can somebody please see behind it?
I do not choose to be emotionless but it helps hide the pain (so that nobody asks if there's something wrong)
Iceland, my Yngre bror, I understand that you don't enjoy (and don't want) calling me 'onii-chan' and when you do you deny that we are related;
But could you do it once? Just once, so that I can feel some love and appreciation so that I don't feel useless.
The usually dull blue eyes flickered over the paper, admiring the written words, trying to make some sense of what he had written.
If any of my brothers happen to find this I hope you can understand the reason for my mask.
But if you don't, it doesn't really matter,
The darkness will still surround me, pulling me closer to death.
But until that happens I will still be falling,
Always falling.
–Norway
Hi, I've returned with another one-shot thing basically this explains (as best as I can) how Norway acts and why he does. I was bored during my World Geography class and this popped into my head. It isn't the best that I've written but I tried oh well. :) (Oh if it wasn't clear the stuff in Italics was the poem and the normal text was Norway's short POV).
Translations (I used google translate for the Norwegian):
Norwegian: Yngre bror-Younger brother
Japanese: Onii-chan-Big brother (to those who don't know)
Thanks for reading, if you have time please leave a review criticism is welcome. :)