Lukas sat with his back to the bathroom wall, staring straight ahead as blood dripped from his mutilated wrist. As soon as he had arrived home, he ran to his bathroom, quickly losing his cool exterior. He grabbed a razor he kept in his medicine cabinet and ran it slowly down his lower arm to his wrist. He made several more gashes on his wrist, relishing in the pain. The blood dripped onto the floor, but Lukas paid no attention.

He slid to the floor after dropping the razor, thoughts pouring back into his head.

He wished for death. He longed for it. He wanted an escape from all the pain of this endless life.

He hated himself. He hated being immortal. Unfortunately for him, suicide couldn't kill him- it would only knock him out for a week at most.

These thoughts of hate and despair flowed through him until he just became numb, staring straight ahead. The blood continued dripping down his arm onto the floor, Norway becoming fainter with each passing minute, but he didn't notice.

He just wanted to be done. Done with everyone, done with trying. He hated this life, hated himself, and he couldn't escape it.

Without even realizing it, Lukas had passed out on his bathroom floor, entering his momentary escape from life.

(Mattias)

Denmark burst through Norway's door, a day after he had left the Nordics, without knocking or warning the blonde that he was coming. He figured since the world meeting was the next day, he could travel with Lukas, so he decided to surprise the nation with his visit. This way, he figured Lukas would have no choice but to go with the Dane, and he would be forced to spend some time with him.

Still cheerful because of his incredible plan, he called out in a sing-songy voice for the Norweigan.

"Nooorge! Come on! We've got a meeting to go to!"

He waltzed into his kitchen, looking around for his friend, but there was no sign of him. He went toward the living room, but not before grabbing a pastry from the fridge.

"Norge! Hurry up, it's time to go!"

Still no reponse.

Mattias frowned. Was he too late? Had Lukas left already? No, he was sure he had gotten here early enough to catch the blonde before he left. Plus, Denmark was positive he had seen the nation's car in his driveway.

So where was he?

He walked toward the stairs, about to check Lukas's room, when he passed the bathroom. He paused outside, seeing a light on.

"Norge? Ya in there?" He called out, knocking on the door and finishing the last bit of the pastry.

No response.

Frowning, Mattias shrugged and barged through the door.

Inside, Lukas was wrapping his wrist with some white bandage. The blonde turned his head, staring cooly at the intruder.

Eyeing the bandage, the Dane asked, "What'd you do to your arm?"

Norway turned back to the sink, turning it on and washing his hands. "Cut myself making breakfast," he replied, turning around to dry his hands. He then shoved past the Dane and walked into the kitchen. "Why're you here," he asked dully, bothered by the Dane's intrusion.

Mattias frowned, staring at his friend. Was it him, or was Lukas a lot thinner? He shook his head. It was probably just his eyes. Norway was always dainty anyways.

"The world meeting is today! I thought we could go together!" he announced to the blonde, who had his back to the Dane while pouring himself some coffee.

"I'm perfectly capable of driving myself," he replied, finally turning around to glare at Mattias.

Denmark flinched. Norway looked terrible. His face was paler than normal, and dark circles lined his eyes. His normally stoic gaze lacked its hard edge, and his eyes looked dull and defeated.

What was going on with the nation?

Lukas stared at Mattias for a few more seconds waiting for a reply. Receiving none, he turned and walked toward the door. Mattias followed, and finally finding his voice, said, "Norge, are ya sure you're okay? Ya look a little..sick or something."

Lukas opened the door, walking out, and without turning to the other, replied, "Are we talking your car?"

Denmark noticed the attempt at avoiding the question. "Yes. Why didn't you answer me?"

"Because," Lukas started, sounding irritated, "you're annoying. I'm fine." He then opened the door to Denmark's car and got in, shutting the door after him.

Mattias paused before getting in. Something's not right, he thought to himself as he turned the key in the ignition, starting the car. He glanced at his friend who was staring blankly out the side window, holding his mug of coffee that was now becoming cold.

"What Denmark?"

Blinking, Mattias turned his head behind him, starting to back out of the driveway. "Nothing buddy. I just wish you'd talk to me."

Silence.

Then, "There's nothing I need to say."

Mattias just nodded, choosing to let it go for now. After all, he had all the time in the world to figure out what was wrong with his friend. For now, he would let the Norweigan sit in silence. Denmark would figure him out. He would just have to wait.