"Norway?" asked Denmark, slightly unsure. "Are you alright?"

Norway fumed slightly at the stupidity of Denmark then decided it wasn't worth it. He continued walking away from Denmark with the usual poker face, but with unusual tears. Denmark and he had just been going for walk but they promised to be silent so Norway wouldn't hit Denmark. But of course Denmark broke this almost as soon as they left the house. All had been well and fine until Denmark asked why Norway always hit him. Norway had just begun walking away.

"Because you're an idiot," Norway finally answered, turning around on the park's path to face Denmark.

"Am I really that much of an idiot? Or is it really because I'm all happy stuff? Please Norway, tell the truth." All the while Denmark's grin began to fade.

A flash of slight anger crossed Norway's eyes. Long enough for Denmark to notice for a change but too short for him to see who it was aimed at. "Leave me alone, Denmark." And with that, Norway walked away, leaving the poor Dane in confusion.

—

"And then he just walked away as if he's hiding something!" Denmark complained to a very bored looking Iceland. Iceland, at this point, was supposed to be with Norway but Norway cancelled last minute.

Denmark continued complaining in Iceland's ear when the Icelandic finally turned to him. "Shut up would you? He's not the only person in the world. Try finding someone else who won't abuse you unless…" Pause. "You like that kind of thing?"

Denmark looked taken back. "Wha- No! No way!" Denmark went quiet and thought about what Iceland just said. "Somebody else, huh? Maybe… Who do you think would work Iceland?"

—

/Idiot. Fool. Imbecile. Incapable stupid moron. Why does he have to be that silly, stupid, oblivious? Why? I hate him! I hate me!/

Norway continued fuming while texting Iceland to cancel on their quiet evening. Why Iceland wanted to spend a quiet evening with Norway was a mystery.

Norway picked up his book and leaned against the side of his couch. It was silent in his empty house. Norway couldn't hold it in long enough and, before he knew it, his tears were pouring down his face.

"You idiot!"

—-

Denmark was just putting the finishing touches on a letter as Iceland walked back in. "So did you decide yet?" asked Iceland.

"Nah, I have no idea," Denmark said, sighing the letter and putting his feet on the desk.

"Denmark… Get your feet off my desk," said Iceland.

Denmark pretended to ponder. "Hm… Nope!" Denmark grinned even wider.

"You're useless. Just go give Norway the letter," Iceland said with an annoyed look. Denmark sighed and got up.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes."

—

Norway was just getting to the good part in his book when there was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" Norway shouted, not bothering to get up. No answer except for another knock, with more urgency. Norway sighed and got up to answer the door. He opened the door and there was a tired looking Denmark in hardly enough layers for this weather. "Denmark, what are you doing here?"

Denmark shivered violently, "I-I-I h-have s-some-th-thing f-for y-you."

Norway sighed and stepped aside. "Denmark, get in here before you freeze to death."

Denmark stepped inside and Norway shut the door behind him. Norway led Denmark to the couch and handed him a blanket. "Now tell me what you're here for," said Norway, barely caring for Denmark.

Denmark reached into his think jacket's pocket and pulled what looked like a letter. "This," Denmark said, putting the blanket down. "I'm going to the bathroom…" Denmark handed the letter to Norway and ran up to stairs. Norway heard the door lock.

Norway opened the letter and unfolded it. It read, "Norway, I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused. I've been an idiot. I love Norway but clearly you don't love me back. I'm not going to chase you. I'll annoy someone else. But I still have a soppy letter coming. Norway, I love it when you don't hit me. I love knowing you're thinking of me. I love your smile, eyes and hair. I love every part of you. I love you. But I'm not going to make you have to hit me anymore. Or even see me out of meetings and business. By the time you've read this, no doubt I'll be gone." Norway read the last sentence and then read it again.

"Denmark!" Norway shouted, his voice trembling slightly. Norway had a face of worry. Was he away to lose one of his only friends?

—

"Denmark!" Denmark heard the worry in Norway's voice and almost felt guilty.

Denmark muttered, "I'm sorry Lukas." And with that Denmark climbed out the window and climbed down the vine plant next to the window.