Pretty in pink, he'd say, as you put on your negligee.
Pretty as ever, he'd tell you, never have I seen you better-
You know you're in love, Norway thinks as he applies the pretty glassy sheen to his lips, if you're willing to go this low.
Prettier pinker, he'd say, as you caked more and more pink on, until you're not even sure where your face has gone. Pretty as you put on your lip gloss and blush, because he always preferred a healthier flush.
Not healthy so you know you're in love when-
When you let him take you, make you who you are, when you love him so much that it doesn't matter when you bleed onto the sheets because he thinks that you're prettier when-
He thinks you're prettier when you stain the sheets red, and when you feel so dizzy in your head, yes he thinks that you're prettier then.
Norway can't remember what color the sheets used to be and he can't remember a time when they smelled of anything but sex. He has trouble getting to sleep at night-
Denmark doesn't sleep. So Norway shouldn't either.
Make it work, he thinks. He wants to make it work. He needs it to work, he thinks, as another night of cross-dressing and red looms ahead-
And for the longest time it does, it does work. They're happy.
He loves Denmark, so it's okay, even when all you are is some fetish girl in a fetish world and no longer even his lover-
Yesterday they were happy.
Today he shouldn't have been so surprised when Denmark left, declared himself single, and went in search of another. He shouldn't have cried, screamed, pleaded- bled. He shouldn't keep lying here, waiting in bed-
But Norway always did look better in blue.
Author's Note: Stream of conciousness, in the form of a DenNor fic.
I don't like writing break-ups, because I write for pleasure and those aren't very pleasing. I usually won't even entertain the thought in a story, or if I do it won't last long. But I'm also a sadist who firmly believes that misery loves company, so sorry Norway. You're keeping me company today. So, I hope you got something out of this, even if it wasn't much of anything.
Comments? They'd be much, much appreciated.