Norway turned his tired gaze upwards to the sky, not at all bothered but the snow lightly falling on his face and in his half-closed eyes.
The sky was awefully gray, he noted, the sun not shining, or even seen. Not that it was often this time at the year. This was standard weather. Nothing more, nothing less.
Denmark sat looking into the see, seeing the gray sky reflecled by the still glassy water, watching the clouds that currently let water fall, nonstop. He was drenched to the bone, not that he even cared, only one thing, one person was on his mind. The person he loved more than everyone else. The one.
But the one had left him, apparently he wasn't good enough, not for 'him'. But he understood it perfectly well, no one was as perfect as him, he didn't deserve him. But he just couldn't imagine a life without his light, his only real sorce of happyness.
But he loved him enough to let him go. He was a wild bird, not tame. He couldn't be held in a cage, or in a relationship for that matter. He flew with the wind, not bothering thinking about anything else than what was abselutely necessary.
Denmark kept telling himself that he understood, though really he did not. Why would he leave him? Why wasn't he good enough? Why was he so hopeless? Didn't he love him anymore? If he ever even had.
All there questions and millions more kept running around and around in his head, not ever stopping. Simply driving him insane, slowely, but surely.
Norway felt the thick layer of snow press him down against the ground, not bothering to brush any of it off. Not bothering anything anymore. Nothing mattered. Cause he wasn't with 'him'.
He loved him more than it even seemed possible, but there was nothing else he could've done. He couldn't stay. He couldn't do that to Denmark. He had to let him go. He was better off without Norway there. He didn't deserve him. He was too perfect, and everything else all at once, without even knowing it. He couldn't let him be bound like that. But God, he missed him. Missed him so much it hurt in his chest every time he breathed. Hurt so much in his heart.
But there was nothing he could do now. What was done couldn't be undone. And surely Denmark didn't want him back anyway.
He picked up a feather he always kept on him and send it out in the wind with only one pure wish in his heart.
Denmark sat, praying, for a sign from his beloved Norway, when suddenly a light little white feather came flying through the air, landing in the water, and lay there like a little boat before it was gently picked up by big cold hands. Denmark studied the feather. He was right when he thought it seemed familiar.