Love, Me

(Don't Give Up On Me)

This was the day, the day Denmark hated.

He hated this day because his recklessness caused him to lose the one he loved more than life itself, many years ago.

And now the one he loved was under the rule of that bastard Sweden all because he had to be an idiot and disregard the advisement of the one he loved.

Always on this day he would, to no avail, try to drink away the memory of that cold, cold, dismal day. All that would ever come of this undertaking was anger and sadness; both of these feelings caused him to inflict an unprecedented amount of damage to his home and sometimes even himself.

Denmark was never proud of himself when he did this but it was his only way to cope with his loss.

Not a day went by that he didn't think about Norway, he was the one who'd stayed near him the longest, through the Viking Age and the Kalmar Union and the disaster that that was. And somewhere in all of that they'd fallen in love, this fact made losing his Norway so much more difficult.

Still, there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it, but he knew he had to do something lest he go crazy from missing Norway, so tonight like any other night he went to sleep in his big cold bed.

The next day Denmark was sitting in his kitchen nursing a cup of black coffee, for two reasons, one, he was horribly hung over, and two, even though he hated unsweetened coffee, Norway liked it and that was enough for him to stomach it.

A megrim pounded in his temples and rested his head on his arm closing his eyes, willing it to go away.

Not five minutes later there was a knock at his front door. Slowly, to avoid the agonizing pain sure to sear through his brow, it didn't work; just as got to his feet the pain was present.

He swore loudly and braced a hand on the table to steady himself before continuing to the door. The knocking sound hit him again making him swear for the second time.

After what seemed like a lifetime of pain, he opened the door to a man looking ragged and tired. The man held out an envelope to him and he took it curiously, turning it over in his hand Denmark found no hint as to whom it was from. Curiosity got to him and he tore the envelope open like a child would a Christmas present, messy.

Right away he recognized the familiar, elegant script and he had to stop himself from gasping.

Dear Denmark,

I couldn't sleep last night, as it was the anniversary of, well, you know, that. My heart hurts something fierce so I'm writing to you now to try and ease some of the pain. I miss you, we've never been separated this long, ever. I'd half convinced myself you'd given up on me and I was sick with the worry. I'd have told you all this some years ago but I am forbidden any contact with you and even now I am risking the safety of my lands and of my people.

Sweden is unbearable and I know you hate him but if you were to see him now your heart might actually go out to him, but of course that isn't true. When you said to him all those years ago, that he wanted you to be miserable by taking me from you because Russia took Finland from him, he really took it to heart. Almost everyday he'll greet me, as he would have Finland, calling me Tino, or wife.

I know that angered you right there, so calm down. If it eases your mind, he's never tried to do anything to me so don't worry, I'm still yours just as much as I ever was.

Now, I have a request or, idea, or plan, whatever you want to call it I know for a fact that you will oblige to it. I think you should meet me in a few weeks and help me escape Sweden. We will be in Helsingborg for a month or so as there are some problems in Stockholm, which is also one of the reasons Sweden is unbearable and since we're unified, calm down I still love you, I'm always yours, I'm not doing so well either so the sooner we do this the better.

Write me as quick as you can manage. The man who brought you this has agreed to move letters between us for a small, but generous pension. He speaks mostly Swedish and knows more Norwegian than Danish so if you must speak Danish, keep it simple. That shouldn't be hard for you though.

I await your answer.

I love you, Norgie.

PPS Do take care what you say and don't put your name anywhere, our messenger might be intercepted and if Sweden's spies link the missive back to you all will be terrible, more so for me than you.

Denmark fell back against the wall, completely sobered up by this one piece of hope sent by his Norgie.

He read the letter through several times and smiled every time he reached the bottom where Norway had signed it Norgie, then crossed it out and signed it Norway, then crossed that out and resigned it Norgie, leaving it at that.

It broke his heart, though, to know that his Norway was sick and in pain, even more so that he couldn't do a damn thing to help him. To which Denmark smashed his fist into the wall, "That bastard Sweden, hurting my Norway." he raged.

The man looked at him, unflinchingly and opened his mouth to speak. Denmark could only pick out certain words but the gist of the exchange was that man would wait to take a letter back to Norway and he wanted to leave as soon a possible.

Denmark nodded and invited the man in before going back to the kitchen to write a letter back to his Norgie.

A/N: Wimpy chapter length much? Oh well, the chapters will get longer but I had to post this now so I could work on chapter two before I forgot my idea for it.

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