It couldn't be.
Not him.
The letters on the page seemed to spell out my miniscule fears that have been bothering me.
Why couldn't it have been Finland, Denmark, or Sweden?
Of course it would have been better if they had been my mysterious settlers, or if I hadn't known.
I still can't believe that Norway is biologically my brother.
He and Denmark had raised me, but I had never expected this.
Why did it have to be him?
I steeled my resolve and hid these emotions, so that I could tell him at our next meeting though he didn't need to know or ever know my borderline incestious thoughts.
