"Iceland….no, Emil," Denmark asked, standing in front of Iceland, his brother. "Are you absolutely SURE…you want to do this…?" Denmark looked like he was ready to cry as Iceland nodded.
"Just remember what you promised me. I swear to god if you don't keep it, I'm going to kick your ass." Iceland reminded him, earning a sad laugh from the Dane. "Don't worry, when have I broken any promises?" He asked as he took a step back from him as Iceland sighed.
"And Matthias?" Iceland added, making Denmark look at him once more. "…Yes?" He asked hesitantly.
Iceland mustered up a huge smile. Of course it was forced, but he had to do it, because he knew Denmark wouldn't be smiling for a long time.
"Do your best."
Denmark yelled out as the sounds of metal clashed together, the intensity of the two metals gave off a few sparks.
"Just try and win you stupid Dane!" It mocked, even using Norway's insult to him, which clouded Denmark's mind with anger.
Denmark never talked anymore during these fights unless it was necessary to answer. Before, Denmark would enjoy these fights, as it reminded him of his Viking days….but now Denmark hated to fight.
Because he was so tired of seeing so much death now.
"I win," He whispered, seeing an opening while the figure jabbed the rapier out, piercing the outer area of his cheek. All Denmark could do was wince as he cut the figure in half.
During his first battle with this damned creature, he hollered in joy seeing it die, but now at his tenth battle, he knew that it was pointless to claim it as a victory.
Denmark stepped away as the figure reconstructed the area Denmark swung his axe at, the fabrics of the robe were pulling each half together until the figure was one object again.
"Another win I see~" It cooed, Denmark showing no interest whatsoever at it. It pouted, or at least to Denmark to know it was pouting, it crossed its arms together.
"You're being so boring!" It whined as Denmark sighed. Was this how Norway felt about him sometimes….?
"Shut up. Your problem, not mine." Denmark responded as the figure sighed. "Fine, be that way." It said, picking up it's rapier and looked back at Denmark, who was walking away. "See you in a week~" It announced before disappearing into the shadows.
Denmark kept walking, ignoring the rainfall. It's been raining for the past couple of days now…..
Denmark kept walking until he reached a small cabin, fit for a family of five. He was living here for the past couple of weeks now as he didn't want to be reminded of his loneliness back in his mansion. And the quietness that the forest provided helped him a bit. He built this house with his own two hands, and no one knew about this dainty little house.
He entered the house, as he noticed he was shivering from the cold rain. It was dark in the house anyway, so he had to light a fire.
Denmark shrugged off his coat and placed it on a rack next to where his axe was resting and went over to the fire place and chucked a few logs in clumsily. He was tired, and had a week to rest….but why couldn't he relax at least a little bit? This thought made Denmark put the timber and match in hastily.
Once the fire started, Denmark put the fire gate up so the embers wouldn't make his house go in flames as he took off his boots and threw them to the side. "I'm going to go change." He told no one, walking to the room he claimed.
It was a simple room really. A queen sized bed with a wardrobe and desk. Nothing really fancy, and that's how he liked it.
He took off his wet undershirt and pants and changed into pajamas and grabbed a towel to dry his hair. While he was drying his hair, Denmark looked over to the mirror that was across from him.
He was a mess. Dark circles underneath his dulled eyes and a pale complexion. He looked like a ghost. Not wanting to look at himself anymore, he grabbed a band aid and plastered it to his scratch on his cheek before exiting the room.
Denmark sighed, eying the fridge that of course was empty other than eggs and milk. He lost his appetite and couldn't keep any food down, so he settled on drinking coffee and forcing himself on eating eggs and bread.
And right now he needed the biggest fucking cup he had.
He brewed up some coffee and poured it into the mug he set out before sitting down at the table. He placed the table near the large window, to watch what was happening outside. What greeted him was a dark window and rain.
Denmark just sat there, staring into the scenery and every now and then sipping his coffee.
Before, Denmark would have all of these things to do and would be out drinking out with his friends….
But now, he had no friends. He didn't want to do anything else other than sleep.
Denmark didn't want to see himself at this state, but feeling like everything is your fault and pent up guilt feels it's stabbing his chest with a dull knife over and over….
Who wouldn't?
On his bed, Denmark had his knees tucked in, as he was experiencing another nightmare. He let in shallow gasps of air as he dug his fingers into the blanket.
"You…you….!" He gasped out as he was experiencing his nightmare.
"LUKAS DON'T!" Denmark immediately sat up on the bed as he outstretched his hand over the bed, as if to reach out to someone.
Denmark kept stock still for a few more seconds before let out a sigh and dropping his arm back to his side. He didn't want any more nightmares, but that night was haunting him again, reminding Denmark what he couldn't do for his family.
'You couldn't save them. You couldn't protect them.' A thought wickedly whispered in Denmark's ear. It sounded like the figure's mixed with his own voice.
As Denmark laid down again, he finally noticed the tears that were falling down his face and did nothing to stop them.
As a nation, he was a proud and prideful man, never backing down from a challenge and kept his chin up.
But now, he was only Matthias right now. And his pride had vanished as it felt like his happiness was stolen away from him with no way to get it back.
He felt like the man who lost everything.
