Silken blonde hair was scattered beautifully across his pillow and his dull blue eyes were shut, trying desperately to catch up on the hours of sleep he'd missed. But, no matter how he laid, how he placed his head onto his pillow there was an itching annoyance deep within his tired body. Turning onto his side so he faced the other side of the bed, he could only sigh deeply and wish you were by his side. It was then that his emotionless eyes fell upon the small colorful book that looked very out of place in his dull room.

Tears pricked at his eyes, desperate to let loose and fall down his pale face. Oh, how he missed you… how he missed the child-like sound of your voice, the sweet smell of your body, your loving embrace… Everything he missed. He wondered deep within his mind, what would have happened if he never let you go out that night.

"Norge!" you yelled and walked into his room, "I need to get something from the store, do you need anything?"

He turned his attention from his book, to your small body and shook his head. "Just be careful."

You smiled sweetly at him, "I will! I'll be back soon." And with that you were out of the room.

4:00 am beamed brightly at the Norwegian male as he opened his eyes. He figured he fell asleep. He groaned slightly and looked around the room, only to discover you weren't lying next to him. It took him a moment to find out what that meant, but when he found out, he was out of the bed and out of the room in mere seconds. First, he searched around his house for you, but you were nowhere.

Panic soon filled his body when his phone began ringing. Who would call this early in the morning? He thought as he rushed to pick up the annoying phone. "Hello?"

"N-norge! God, finally you pick up!" The person speaking sounded panicked.

"Who is this?" no emotion ran through his voice.

"M-Mathias… S-something happened to Abbi…" He said, and once your name hit his ears, the male perked up in worry.

"W-what happened to her?" He demanded, clutching the phone so hard, he thought it would split in half.

"S-she…" Denmark whispered, "S-she's gone…"

Norway felt sadness rise up in him, "W-what do you mean she's gone?"

Denmark clutched some of his blonde hair and practically screamed, "Somebody took her! I saw her walking somewhere… And I don't know how, but someone took her right off the street!" He yelled and felt a few tears fall, "I tried to get her… but who ever took her had speed that I couldn't keep up… S-she's gone…"

He didn't hear anything because the phone slipped from his hand and make a harsh sound when it collided with the wood flooring of his living room. He let his body slip to the floor and finally let his emotion barrier be broken as tears slipped from his eyes, only to be caught in his smooth hands. Only one fleeting thought could be processed from his much clouded mind.

She could be dead. You… could be dead.

A few weeks passed before any of the Nordic nations got one word out of Norway. His days, ever since you were taken, consisted of getting up, doing work, eating, and then going back to sleep.

"H-hey Norge…" Denmark said when it was only himself and Norway in the room. "There's something I've been meaning to give you."

Norway looked up for his pile of paperwork and watched as the usually annoying Nation stood, carrying a small book in his hand. The book was sat gently on the desk as Denmark explained what it was. "Abbi really didn't trust me with a lot of things…" He whispered, "But, she told me if she ever got hurt or anything to give this too you… she really loved you."

A slim hand came towards the book and clutched it gently. The smoothness of it shocked him as he looked at the colorful cover. The first thing his eyes were attracted to was your name, written in your handing writing on the front. "She really didn't give me detail as to what it was… but it looks like a diary."

Norway studied the book for one more second before whispering, "Thank you."

He still couldn't bring himself to read what was inside of the book that oh so taunted him every day. He was worried about memories of himself and you together flooding his still clouded mind. He sighed and sat up, the blanket falling to bunch up at his hips. He leaned to the side and grabbed the book, your name making it hard to keep the tears locked up in his eyes.

Taking his reading glasses out, he slipped them onto his face and turned on his side lap. Closing his eyes, he told himself, "Whatever is written in this book was written by the woman you will always love. She gave it to you so you could read it…" And with that, he cracked the book open to the first page.

2-3-10,

Dear diary,

Living gets harder and harder. But, life is getting better I suppose. I finally got a job at a little café down the street from where I live, thanks to Mathias. It took forever though! Sometimes, I can't trust that damn Dane. But, he did show me who Norge was … he's seemingly best friend. He wasn't like any guy I've met before; he's soft spoken and really sweet. I wish he knew me…I get a foreign feeling whenever I look into his eyes. Can it be that I'm actually in love with him? No, not with a stranger.

Sincerely,

Abbi.

Norway scanned through the entry once again, a blush that seemed foreign scattered onto his face. Exactly how long had you been in love with him? He could tell by the date in the corner that it was before he even knew your name. His lips turned up in the slightest smile. You really did love him, Denmark was right.

He closed the book and sat it down on the nightstand. He was happy he decided to start reading it, and he now understood why you demanded Denmark to give it to him. "She told me if she ever got hurt or anything to give this too you…" Echoed in his mind. You wanted him to have a part of you if something ever happened to you, or if you were never going to come back to him again.