Dear Diary,
Something freaky happened today. Like, REALLY FREAKY. I've seen Sweden's people be massacred during the Stockholm Bloodbath; I've seen vikings burn peoples' homes to the ground; I've seen Kristen Stewart attempt to smile. But I have never been as terrified as I was when... When I saw Norway cry.
I don't even understand what happened! We were bonding over a walk in the woods, holding hands and chatting (well, I was talking; Norway was looking around and murmuring replies like "Yeah" and "Really?"). Everything was just so dandy, until Norway stopped dead in his tracks as if he saw a lion standing up ahead. Louder than he's been all day, he goes, "Denmark, watch where you're stepping." I just glance over my shoulder, then down at my feet, expecting there to be a snake or a bear trap or a hole there. There was nothing but a little group of plain white mushrooms. I just shrugged and kept on walking, maybe crushing a few of the mushrooms as I went. The second I did so, Norway shrieked bloody murdered and kneeled over the crippled mushrooms, whispering frantically in Norwegian. I asked him if he was feeling alright- I mean, you'd have to be on SOMETHING if you're talking to mushrooms- and he just glared up at me with watering eyes. He looked so ready to kill me that I instinctively backed away, and ended up turning and running like hell back to the house. I still, though, caught a glimpse of tears falling down his face, his head hung and shoulders quivering slightly.
I don't fricking get it! He's NORWAY. I didn't think he could cry, and there he was, sobbing over a few crushed mushrooms! As if that wasn't bad enough, he gave me the silent treatment for the next couple days. He's talking to me again... But it took a while for him to stop looking like he was gonna vomit his guts out whenever he was in my presence.
Dear Diary,
Okay. I'm going to try and write this without staining the pages with tears...So Denmark and I were just walking hand-in-hand in the forest. I was listening to some of the pixies while they told me stories about their recent findings or adventures. As we were walking, I froze in my tracks. Denmark stopped as well, glancing down at me and looking worried. "Denmark, watch where you're stepping." I said. Denmark looked ahead, noticing the patch of white mushrooms on the forest floor in front of him. Several pixies were sitting under them, chatting and eating little fairy cookies. I could hear their high-pitched giggles, but when Denmark took a step forward...
He crushed the mushrooms, stepping on several of the pixies. I heard a shriek escape my lips and I rushed over, crouching next to them, muttering things like, "Det er greit...Du er greit...Vennligst ikke dø...!" to the injured fairies. One looked up at me, opened her mouth as if to say something, but then died right there. I swear, I've never cried harder. Denmark asked if I was alright, but I just glared up at him. Couldn't he see that he just killed some of my best friends?! Obviously not, because he didn't say anything. He just backed away, looking terrified. And with good reason!
I didn't talk to him for quite a few days...How could I? He was a murderer.
Although I'm talking to him now...And verbally, I've forgiven him. But can I mentally?
~Author's Note~
Oh my gosh, I feel horrible now! I want to cry now! Not the pixies! *sobs* For once, Denmark is the bad guy... But you can't really blame him; it's not HIS fault he's too dim (or sane, whichever word you want) to see the fairies! But...the fairies!
Okay, for what Norway said. "Det er greit...Du er greit...Vennligst ikke dø...!" That means, "It's okay...You're okay...Please don't die...!" in Norwegian. If that's incorrect, please inform us. I just used Google Translate. XD And that thing can be inaccurate as hell sometimes.
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