Concerning...
Impossible...
Intriguing and highly...
Must be investigated...
...dealt with immediately...
Severe.
Norway stared at the paper in shock. Had Norway..?
He swallowed, guilt beginning to pool in the pit of his stomach at the thought. No…he couldn't have done that.
The diagnosis, however, dashed away any sense of righteousness that Norway had.
'…as a result of the voice box being pressed against harshly and periodically…'
It was Norway who had done that.
Norway continued staring at the piece of paper, held in his clenched fists, wondering what had gone wrong. He had never meant for this, he just… he never thought Denmark would face such a serious consequence. Norway had believed he was disciplining Denmark, and thought that, for someone of Denmark's caliber, strict enforcing would be required.
Something began to build up in his chest, maybe it was sorrow? Norway wasn't too sure anymore. Perhaps he was finally beginning to go insane, like how Scandinavia did a long time ago. Everything was just going too fast for him. He had no idea what he was supposed to do.
…What could he do?
Biting his bottom lip to prevent the flood of tears that he knew would come, Norway pushed past a concerned Finland and a stoic-looking Swede, in a bid to get away from the Meeting room before any of the nations discovered his show of weakness.
Only when he reached the bathroom, did Norway cut loose. Tears began streaming from his eyes, carving a moist path down his cheeks, wetting the glossy granite counter. He didn't have the heart to care. He had already lost so much: how would it matter if the sink counter got wet?
Angrily wiping at the never-ending tears using a wad of paper towels, Norway cursed himself.
How could he have done that to Denmark? How could Norway have even looked at Denmark after what he had done?
Norway was surprised that the Dane even spoke to him after the atrocious act he had committed. He wasn't deserving of the nation's affection, not when he had caused him so many difficulties.
Laughing bitterly, Norway sat himself on the chilly floor, though the cold did not affect him. He shuddered as he attempted to stop crying, but it only made him sob harder. Norway felt like a young child for crying so much, but the tears just wouldn't stop.
"Norway?" Looking up, Norway's eyes widened as he saw Prussia standing there, the ex-nation being slack-jawed. "Norway, what the hell happened?"
Norway quickly dried his tears, or what were left of them, not meeting the East German's ruby red eyes. He could barely trust himself to speak, but he tried anyways.
Getting up to his feet, he attempted to brush past Prussia, muttering a low, "Nothing, I'm fine."
"Bullshit." Prussia grabbed a hold of the Norwegian's arm, before slamming him into the bathroom wall by his shoulders. "That is the shittiest lie ever. Should I call Denmark?"
Norway could not hold back the violent flinch at the sound of Denmark's name. Prussia had, unfortunately heard the unspoken words: that something was definitely happening between him and Denmark, and his eyes softened just a bit.
"What's going on?" Prussia tried again, to no avail.
Norway, snapping out of his shock, began to struggle against his strong hold. "I told you, nothing's happening?"
"Oh yeah," Prussia snapped back. "That's why you were crying in the bathroom! My bad, I thought something was happening! After all, you normally go to the bathroom to sob your heart out, don't you?"
There was silence, as Norway and Prussia glared at each other, the albino still pinning the blonde to the wall.
"Let go of me." Norway finally grit out. "There is nothing going on, and if it were, it would not be of your concern."
"Norway?"
The Norwegian stiffened as he heard Finland's voice.
"Finland, tell Prussia to let go of me." He demanded strictly, hoping the Finnish man would obey.
Finland finally came into view, eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. Prussia didn't budge, much to Norway's displeasure.
"Prussia," Finland addressed him, "What on earth are you doing?"
"He's hiding something." Prussia narrowed his eyes at Norway. "When I came here, he was sitting on the floor, crying like crazy."
When Finland's eyes widened, Norway knew there was no way he was getting out of the bathroom.
"Crying?" Finland parroted. "Norway was crying."
Norway's mouth suddenly grew dry, and he cast his eyes down as he spoke. "I was not crying."
"Yes you were, goddamn it!" Prussia countered irately. "I have perfect vision, thank you very much."
"Prussia, let go of him." Finland spoke suddenly, much to Norway's relief.
Rubbing his wrists which had grown sore, Norway froze when Finland spoke again. "You're not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on, though."
Norway whirled around to glare at Finland.
"Nothing's going on, I already told him that." Norway gestured rudely at Prussia. "Why does everyone keep asking me?"
"Anything that affects you affects Denmark too, Norja." Finland stepped closer, making Norway feel a bit uncomfortable. "I might just call him here."
"Are you threatening me?" Norway spat, unable to believe that Finland of all countries was doing this.
"That depends."
The cool answer that he was given did nothing to ease Norway nerves.
"I…" Norway cleared his throat, suddenly aware of the harsh stare upon him, courtesy of Prussia. "I'm not quite sure how to tell you…"
"To the point would be nice." The Prussian finally spoke. "We don't want a long back-story."
Norway drew in a deep breath. "I caused Denmark's laryngitis."
Saying it out loud was a lot worse than thinking it, and it took all of Norway's willpower to not dissolve into tears once again. He was Norway and he wouldn't act like a little girl, he told himself.
"W-what do you mean by that?" Finland's stunned voice brought Norway out of his musings. "How could y-you have caused that?"
Norway took out the piece of paper he held in his pocket, handing it over to Finalnd.
"You caused Denmark's laryngitis?" Prussia spoke lowly. "Let me guess, you felt terrible about that and chose to come cry over here, right?"
As Norway opened his mouth to counter him, he held up a hand.
"Why couldn't you have just spoken to Denmark?"
Norway gaped at him, thinking inwardly that Prussia truly was an idiot. "You want me to speak to him? Are you out of your mind?"
"No." Prussia said bluntly at the same time that Finland sighed heavily.
"Norway, I'm not sure what you're going to do." Finland said sadly. "It's not your fault."
"Yes, it is." Norway glowered at him. "Denmark will never want to speak to me again…and I cannot say that I blame him."
"Norway." Finland spoke, before quietly exiting the bathroom, "Don't mess this up."
Prussia soon followed after telling Norway, "I won't tell, but you'd better fix this."
Norway stood, alone in the bathroom, staring brokenly at his own reflection.
UPDATE (07/12/14 , or December 7th, 2014 ):
I'll admit that I wasn't very pleased with the older version of this chapter. I wanted to replace it the very next day but, unfortunately, I had exams. I'm not running away from my problems or anything, so don't get me wrong; I just wanted the story to take a different turn from what it had done previously. Sorry if any of you guys got confused or anything. I'll try not to let it happen again.
~beingawesome