*3rd POV*
It's been a week ever since the whole secret marriage incident. Norway was packing her luggage as memories of Denmark. How he was an idiot but how he can also be a dear. A tear slipped down her cheek, dropping down to a picture that she held in her hands. It was a picture of her and Denmark at the park. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders as he grinned down to her, sticking her tongue out. Norway quickly wiped her tears away and stuffing the picture in her luggage. Then, a photo album... It was all the pictures she and the Nordics shared.
KNOCK KNOCK!
"Norway?" Denmark's voice filled the room. He shut the door and neared the crying girl. "What happened? You haven't talked to me ever since last week, and," Denmark couldn't finish his sentence as he sighed in aggravation. "Norway? What's wrong?" Denmark wrapped his arms around Norway's small frame as gentle as he could. As if he could break her even more... "Ah!" Denmark gasped as Norway elbowed him. "Don't touch me." Norway spat. Denmark spun Norway around, "What did I do?" Denmark demanded.
"You," Norway tried. "What?" Denmark urged. "You," Norway shook violently as tears began falling rapidly. Denmark's serious expression faded and turned into a soft one. "Norway..."
"You don't really love me!" Norway shouted out. Denmark froze in place, his eyes wide. Norway stared up at him in pain. "What?" Was all Denmark could say. "Where did you hear that?!" Denmark shook Norway in worry. She ran out of his grasp as she ran to the door. "I saw it!" Norway yelled running out of the house.
*2 weeks later*
Norway trudged behind her parents, her luggage following. She's ready to start a new life in Italy. She tried her best to forget the Nordics. Norway felt useless now, and vulnerable. So probably, she won't be making new friends until she heals. But it takes years to do. "-way!" A familiar voice shouted. As Norway was about to enter the plane, a hand grabbed her wrist and spun her around. "Denmark?" Norway said. "Norway..." Denmark said softly, caressing her cheek. "Sweden told me what happened." Denmark gave a light chuckle. Norway glared and smacked his hand away.
"I-I didn't... care about you, anyways." Norway tried her best to act strong but she ended up stuttering. "Norway, that was a misunderstanding." Denmark replied. "A big misunderstanding? How could you, knelt down, with goofy smiles on your faces be a misunderstanding?!" She retorted. "I was practicing to propose to you!" Denmark explained. Norway stood there, feeling stupid as ever. "You, you, what?" Denmark took Norway's hand in his and knelt down. "Well, since ya already heard the whole thing," Denmark took out the promise ring.
"Would you promise to marry me? When we meet again?" Denmark smiled up at Norway, giving her a smile with the same glint in his eyes that she saw when he came back home. "Yes!" Norway replied as she pulled on Denmark's tie, hauling him up, giving him the best kiss she could muster. Once they were apart, Denmark blurted out, "Norway! You kissed me!" He gave her a huge grin as he slid the ring up her finger. The rightful place. "Norway?" Denmark called. Norway looked up at him, "I love you but you never said you loved me too."
"I love you, too."
And so! The story ends here! But don't go just yet! There will be one last chapter you might need to read!