Idk what I was thinking when I wrote this, but I was listening to the song "The Reason" By Hoobastank and this just came to me :/ I love that song, and my friend is all like "you're just love-struck" so I slapped her:D!
Thumbs up for slapping? I think so!:P
This is like a branch off of the "silly Nordics" story. I hope you enjoy.
-Emy
Your tears fell into your mouth, the salty taste exploded in your mouth. He was there, in your land soaked in blood. The Irony smell of blood hit your senses as he looked weakly at you. Your first instinct was to run up to him, kneel beside him and ask what had happened to him. You could only do two out of the three listed, because a sob chocked down any words for forming.
His blonde hair was a mess, and his black jacket was torn. His blue eyes looked dully at you as you attempted to pull him to your home. Accomplishing in pulling him to your home, and to your bed, you sat his slender body onto your sheets. The blood from his arm leaked onto your bed. Making a mental note to buy new ones, you quickly began bandaging him. He only grunted a few times as you cleaned and dressed the bloody wounds.
"Thank you." He said weakly. You smiled softly and rubbed his forehead.
"You're welcome Denmark."
He sighed, and looked at you through now, clear blue eyes. "I did this for you."
You gave him a confused look, "W-what…?"
"I-Iceland was going to take you from me. You're mine! You're Denmarks." He nearly grunted out.
"D-Denmark…" you whispered.
"I couldn't handle if he took you from me…" He struggled out. You didn't reply and just looked at him.
"Greenland…" He whispered, his voice causing you to look at him. "I've done stupid things. Like this. I saw that it hurt you…" He thought for a moment, "S-stay with me." He told you. "Iceland doesn't deserve you…"
You opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out but a puff of air. "I belong to the Danish Empire. That will never change." You whispered to him.
He smiled. "No. You belong to me."