It had always been like this. One of them took while the other gave. It was a fight of give and take. Denmark gave his love, while Sweden ignored and took his heart away with his cold blue eyes that could make him flustered. The blond hair that shone in the light and the tall muscular body that Denmark always dreamed of kissing every inch of the stoic Swed.
He sighed heart-broken to himself as he saw the Swede kiss the small Finnish mans cheek. It made him angry but he knew Sweden was Finlands and not his. That was final.
Denmark and Sweden were like fire and ice. Constantly trying to destroy the other, but always need eachother no matter how cold or warm. His red eyes closed tightly as he saw Swede lean down and place a kiss on the Fin's mouth.
He sighed again before he felt a hesitant arm pull him out of his reveries. He turned his eyes and looked at the Icelandic man sitting beside him and offered a smile. Iceland knew how he felt about the slightly younger Swede. He had always known, even from when the Kalmar union stood tall and proud, Sweden had always been the firece Danes favrioute.
"Bror?"
The single word made him look up as he met the Icelandics eyes. "What?"
"Nothin..." was the single cold worded response that came from the other making him sigh quietly. If only Sweden would talk to him like he did to the Fin.
It was always give or take. Push or shove. They were Fire and Ice. Nothing more and nothing less