I'm sorry;

Weeks passed with-out any more contact with the Swede. He didn't see him, nor hear anything about him. Norway became certain Sweden was doing it all on purpose. So if Sweden didn't come to claim him, he would make Sweden do it.

He couldn't live beside him, and on different dimensions at the same time. He needed to be on the same level. He needed to see the one he was living besides. He had been alone enough. He knew Sweden well, so he knew where to find him.

Norway closed the door behind him and walked over to the window without giving the Swede a glance. He felt Sweden's gaze heavily on him. Minutes seemed to pass where Sweden stared at him and Norway just looked out of the window. "Why am I here? It wasn't even me you wanted." Norway's voice was cold and motionless. Barely some shuffling and footsteps was heard before strong arms wrapped themselves around Norway's frame. "I never dared to wish for you, or even hope." Norway felt lips press against the skin behind his ear as the words where gently spoken.

Norway shook his head "You didn't want a broken war relic. You wanted your adorable little lover back." Norway replied in the same cold tone Norway gasped as his earflip was bitten

"Finland was never my lover" Sweden said as he turned Norway around "I always loved you"

Norway frowned "You thought you did once" Sweden stroked Norway's cheeks "I don't know how to love you anymore, but the feeling is still there. I do love you Lukas" Norway closed his eyes "Prove it" He had barely said it before he felt lips press against his own.

Norway kissed him back and parted his lips to give Sweden's tongue access. Norway moaned softly as Sweden pulled him close so he pressed against the Swede. In the moment Sweden made him feel loved, and that evening and night Sweden made him feel special.

But it was one undeniable fact, one Sweden had had to face on their first union as well. Something Norway deep down was well aware off, but refused to acknowledge. Because it wasn't him. And he would never be him. Sweden wasn't Denmark. Norway refused to recognize it, because he wanted to believe he could be free to love someone with all his heart again. That he could move past the betrayal and hurt he felt from his ex-lover.

Though After that night, weeks again passed without seeing any off the Swedish nation. Norway was allowed to go as he pleased and do what he liked, though within boundaries. If he wanted to pass those he needed to be accompanied by Sweden. Which Norway didn't care to bother about.

So he spent his time writing some letters. One to Denmark and the other to Iceland. And mailed them. He hoped some contact could help with closure. He had thought about the day he seen Denmark at the church. He had wanted to asked Denmark to at least kiss him one last time. See if Denmark still had kindness enough, or cared enough to give him that. But Denmark's Aura had thrown him off. And now he wish he had. It might have given him a bit closure and perhaps he wouldn't be so sore about their parting ways.

He had asked Denmark some questions, he needed to understand when and how he had lost Denmark's heart, and if it truly was nothing he could do to fix it again. Norway was sure some tears had stained the paper towards the end.

He sent the letters when he was done and hoped he would get a reply form his family.

Only a few days passed until a servant came to Norway's room with the letters again. Norway stood up and looked at him "I'm sorry, sir. It seems like Denmark has cut off any relation or contact with Norway." Norway frowned "What about the letter to Emil?" He asked the man

"I'm so-"

"I'm completely cut off." Norway realized. The man apologized again.

Norway turned away "Leave me" He told the man coldly. But as no reaction came, he turned around again "Leave me!" He yelled furiously, with his gaze darkened. The man dropped the letters to the floor as he made his way out.

Norway bitt his lip and walked over to the letters. He slowly sat down and picked them up. He brought the paper up to his lip, feeling tears piercing his eyes. "Do you really hate me that much, love?" He mumbled to himself as the tears began to fall down his cheeks and he clenched the letters in his fists.

As he sat there he heard the door open and close. And a few footsteps before strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him into an embrace from behind. "Y-you heard." Norway said in a shattered voice as tears ran down his face Sweden stroked Norway's hair "Yes."

Norway turned around in his arms and fisted Sweden's shirt in his hands instead. "Why? Why?! I don't understand. Why doesn't he love me?! Why did he toss me aside, Sweden?.. Did he bore off me?! Am I to much off a weakling to care for?! Am I to broken to desire?!"

Sweden hushed him and rubbed his back "I don't know him as well as I did… Since I left both of you. But I don't think it's because he doesn't love you. Maybe it's because he does, that he let you go. But he can't watch you as he has let you go. it might wreck him to see you with someone else" Sweden defended the Dane as he stroked Norway's hair while the Norwegian cried.

"D-do y-ou.. S-sweden.. D-do y-you still l-love him?" He asked between sobs

Sweden sighted and kissed the top off Norway's head "Yeah I do"