Just letting you know ahead of time these are all random ficlets for the same general plot. X'D;;
I haven't honestly set a timeline, flow, direct plot, etcetc
It just really...a whoooole bunch of angst I just felt like writing one day. :'I
All of these will most likely take place after the ice caps melt but I'm probably only going to set an exact date in a few of these. ;v;'

Just warning you these will probably only be good if you're in an angst mood.

Waaarningss: Lots of characters deaths. I mean a lot. 8'I


How could he be right there in front of him.
The Danish man towered over him.
They could stand chest to chest and look at each other and Norge would have to look with his head almost completely leaned back and Danmark's almost faced completely down.

What was in front of him wasn't him.
A cross was not a man and there was no man under the cross.
only a drenched jacket wrapped around said cross and the other's axe laid in front with flowers on top.

This was the emptiest the platinum blonde had ever felt. First Ísland died. Danmark was still there. Holding him unnessacarily.
Norge had pushed him away saying he was fine and that he just wanted to be left alone. Danmark left for the first time without protest.
That was the last time Norge saw him.
One week afterwards, the sea claimed Kongeriget Danmark for it's own.

His two most important people. Both dead.
The after effect left somewhat of a hole in his chest. It just...hurt.
His country itself was mostly claimed by the sea. Only a small chunk of his northern lands was left along with three quarters of the southern part. The ocean was still growing as well. He was forced to move to Berwald's home and the entire Scandinavian Peninsula as a whole was joined together as one country.
There were fights among the citizens but that would be settled. Norge assumed Berwald came up with that plan to save Tino for the most part. He was just the other one still alive at this point.

Berwald and Tino were at the grave, too. Earlier, at least. It ended the same way with his brother's funeral. Norge asked them to leave and they complied. Hopefully, the same fate didn't follow as well...

The Norwegian had been standing there for around an hour all by himself.
Same spot in the ground. He was to the point of where the pain in his chest was practically unbearable and he didn't even notice his legs give out on him.
He sat for another good hour. Just...staring. Thinking. Remembering.
The same thing rang through his head. The last thing Danmark had said to him before he walked away forever.
"Jeg elsker dig."

"Farvel."

Norge felt his neck. It was...wet? He moved his hands up and his cheeks were wet as well.
He was crying.
He tried to stop.
It was useless.
After a moment the tears just started pouring nonstop.

It was the first time the man had ever cried so hard in his lifetime.

"Jeg elsker deg."

It was the first time the man had ever said 'I love you' back to the Dane.

"Ha det."

It was the first time the man had ever said 'Goodbye' to the Dane. And the last.