Norway sat very still, motionless, still looking out of the one and only window in the bedroom. Still thinking. About what you ask? Everything, simply everything and nothing. He was somehow glad to still be here with his love, but he also knew he'd never survive in the long run.

He could smell Denmark was cooking for him. Of course Denmark was mad at him, he knew that. Just like every other human could be. Nothing odd about that. But what would happen after this time-out was way more serious than just this. He was perfectly aware of the facts here at hand.

There was no getting out of this now. He had to stay; there was no one to rescue him. He wasn't even sure whether he wanted to be saved or not. It was too hard a question for him to find a solution to. At least right now, in this condition. Maybe even forever. Who knew? He had to find out somehow.

He was exhausted. Way more worn-out than he ever remembered to have been. But he couldn't doze off that was risky, with Denmark being in his current state. Or whichever state he permanently was in. You could never be assured with him. Ever. Norway had learned that the tough way. And he would certainly not, ever, forget it. That was for sure.

He wasn't pleased about being here in bed, like this, but it was his own fault. He'd been an idiot believing there was a way out of all of this, he had mistaken. He didn't die; he only made the situation worse for himself by trying to take a shortcut out of life. Erasing his existence. Which he now knew wasn't possible.

He could feel his eyelids getting heavier. Closing his eyes he saw his memories, the memories he shared with Denmark, pass before his eyes. There was no stopping them, and his body was getting heavier, he could feel himself slipping out of consciousness.

And then the fever dreams began.

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Sorry for the short chapter.. I didn't have much to say.