I am so sorry if i make you cry... But i had to get this out. My life is literally shit right now, and i needed to vent.

So here it is.

I dont own Hetalia.

~I Didnt Realize~

So cold. So grey. So quiet.

This was the world without Denmark.

Without his vibrant laugh, his happy eyes, his good nature.

Without his messy hair, his horrible jokes, his misleadingly domineering form.

Without him.

Without Denmark, the world was as cold and blank as a piece of ice. There was no point to it without the humorous and joyful Matthias Kohler.

No point at all.

The gravestone marking the grave was as cold as the rest of the world. Simple words, meant to be important, were simply letters that couldnt possibly convey the colors that the blonde had brought into the world.

He made the skies blue.

He made the grass green.

He made the sun shine.

He made the clouds white.

He made up the world in whole.

And now that he was gone, it was an unforgiving place.

Oh Denmark, why did you go?

I didnt realize how important you were to me.

I didnt realize the extent that you made up my world to.

I didnt realize how much i would miss you.

Damnit, why did you leave me?

I dont get it. You were here one day, telling me all about your stupid Danish pastries, laughing about memories of Sweden getting drunk, and the next you were gone. Gone without a good bye. Without an explanation.

Where did you go?

Why didnt you return?

I know i was a horrible person to you. I know i didnt deserve you.

But i loved you, i really did, i just couldnt figure out how to tell you.

You were an amazing person.

You were going to contribute so much to the world.

But then you were gone. Just like that.

And i never got the chance to tell you how much you ment to me.

Now im still looking at your gravestone, reading the words over and over again, words i've already memorized. Just because they were about you.

Happiness is not about seeing the big picture and understanding it. Its about knowing the little things in life and loving them even more.

You taught me that, Denmark. You taught me so much, and i disregarded everything.

How could i?

Its all my fault...

They all tell me its not. But it is. I should have been there. I should have saved you.

But i didnt, and now you're cold, and lifeless, and gone.

And you're not coming back.

I didnt realize, Denmark, how much you ment to me.

I didnt realize it until you were gone.

But thats the same for all great things in life, isnt it?

~(A/N)~

*crying silently* I'm so sorry Denmark... And Norway... And Sweden... And all the Nordic's. This was from Norway's POV.

Cut me some slack. I'm going through a rough time.