Even though you were young, you could still remember it all. The Nordic seven year war caused your home total destruction. Sweden had left the Nordics to form an alliance with Russia, Poland, and Lithuania. Stockholm, the capital of Sweden. That was Denmark's first move. He bombed poor Sweden for three days before finally surrounding his capital.
You cried. Sweden was one of the many to raise you. And he was fighting with Denmark! Of course, Norway was sided with Denmark, but that didn't make matters better. You didn't tell any of them that you were leaving. You did, late at night, while the snow poured onto the earth mercifully.
You walked across the land, until you reached a place with a familiar flag waving. "Sweden!" you shrieked and ran to the base. You searched and searched until you heard a familiar deep voice.
"S-Sweden!"You gasped as you finally laid eyes on him.
His blue eyes widened as he looked at you, mouth open wide. Tears where still falling from your eyes as he made his way towards you and kneeled in front of you.
"Wh't 're yuh doin' h're?"
You bottom lip quivered as you threw yourself into his body. "You stop dis!" He could fell the warmth of tears on his jacket. "Don't fight wiff denny anymore…"
His expression soften. "Th's is f'r me... I need ta do th's." He sighed. "Yuh w'll und'rst'nd someday."
After a few moments, he noticed you were breathing softly. Your face was buried deep inside of his chest, you arms around his neck. You had fallen asleep.
The next day, Sweden had been kind enough to take you back to the other Nordics. Of course, Denmark through a fit.
"How could you take her like that?" Denmark yelled and swayed his ax deathly close to Sweden's neck. You sat in your room, listening in on the conversation.
"I d'd'nt t'ke 'er!" Sweden yelled back.
Denmark scoffed, "Like hell you didn't!" And with that he dropped his ax and tackled Sweden to the ground.
Acting on instincts, Sweden began fighting back. A punch to his face made Denmark's nose bleed. "You swore we wouldn't bring her into this fight!" He yelled and wiped the blood.
"I did! I sw'ar I d'dnt t'ke 'er!" Sweden struggled out.
You pushed your door open and ran to them. "Stop it!" you yelled. Both looked at you, "I ran away I had to see Sweden!" you screamed.
Denmark got off of Sweden once he realized you were crying. He picked your small body off the floor and looked at Sweden. "Just leave!" he yelled at the nation who was still on the ground.
He stood up slowly and looked at you once more. You buried your face into Denmark's neck as he left the house, to continue the war with Denmark.
PHYSICAL AGE: 6
