Denmark's eyes are glazed over. His chest rises and falls in a steady worrying rhythm.
I merely sit there and watch him.
I am afraid to move. Afraid to get too close. Not knowing what will happen. He has finally awoken.
"Who...are you?" His voice is different, fearful even. I feel tears fall from my eyes. My efforts to stop them are fruitless. "Who...are you?" He asks again. I tremble.
"Danmark...you don't remember?"
"You are...Danmark?" I shake my head.
"No. No. I'm Norway. You. You're Denmark."
He pauses. Looks at me. He studies me from all directions. I tremble more. Shuddering sobs echoing through my tired body. "Who are you...?"
I want to scream. I want to cry.
But I do nothing.
"Please Danmark. You have to remember."
He shakes his head.
"Say my name." I whisper in anguish. I can feel hot tears streaming down my cheek. "D-Don't you remember? The raids?" He attempts to sit up and face me.
His hand brushes over my own. My heart beats quickly. Faster and faster. Colours, hallucinations flash in my eyes, memories that we should be able to share. That ONLY we should be able to share. I can feel my heart breaking. I know, his time is running out. He's being swallowed by the sea. After all it was written into his fate, into all of our fates, that we must one day be swallowed by the sea. But I want to spend these last few minutes of his life with him, with a man I contend to hate.
"Who...are...you?" His voice is quieting now. Nothing like the man I know. He looks at me. His eyes fading in and out.
"Danmark...please...I can't...I can't loose you."
"Don't...under...stand..." I squeeze his hand as he begins to fade away, swallowed up by the ocean, never to say my name again.
"I love you Norge~" - Denmark