"Kære Norge
Jeg er ked af jeg er sådan en smerte i røven, men inderst inde du virkelig betyder alt for mig."
Denmark stared aimlessly at the short but sweet note. Every word came from his heart, every word had a sense of forgiveness however, as the sweet note was written in the country's native language it felt more special. All Denmark hoped now was that Norway would reply back. Placing the note on Norway desk, Denmark left the other country's room.
When Norway returned back to the Nordic house, the blonde was greeted with silence. It was quite. Strange, Denmark's normally keeping the house alive with laughter. As the Norwegian shut the front door he made his way though the quite hall to the living room Norway found Denmark wrapped up in blankets sleeping like a little baby. Norway's face started to heat up. The blonde's pale white was tinting pink. Walking the halls once again the Norwegian made his was though the silence to his room.
The door opened then closed. Now in comfort of his room Norway took his shoes and coat off. Only then did he notice the note on his desk. Getting up off his bed, making the short distance to the wooden desk, Norway picked the note up and read every word.
Five minutes had past. The Norwegian lad was now sat at the wooden desk writing a reply out to the Dane's note. Thinking of every word carefully and with care, Norway began to realise one mistake. He could never find the will power to give this to Denmark, he could never pass this note on. Denmark still sleeping like a baby was unaware of Norway even coming back home. Denmark would never know Norway's feelings towards him. Leaving the note on the wooden desk the blonde slumped onto his comfy bed and decided to sleep for a couple
of hours. Just to pass the time.
"Kjære Danmark
Skal jeg virkelig tilgi deg?
Du forårsaket så mye smerte for meg ...
Jeg skal fortelle deg dette, kanskje jeg vil tilgi
du-fordi jeg ville gå tapt uten
du lyser for å vise meg veien hjem."