Goodness, so many reviews this time! Thank you everybody!
Norwegian: Good, Finland needs love.
Guest: Good job! Finns generally speak only a little so understanding simple sentences will take you already far (...in Finland, because it is not really world wide language, but still)
Zero-ryuu: No need to say sorry, I am not native with English either so we can just mess up together :) I love to hear from people reading these so thank you!
Lunastar3655: You got it almost perfectly and extra points for adding dots to ä :) Only one letter is missing because when object is subject in Finnish (so when somebody is using/wanting/needing something) we have to add -a or -ä at the end of the noun (it depends on the word's vowels if it is -a or -ä) SuFin is non-Finnish word so we could use both, but it sounds a bit better with -ä, so "kirjoita lisää sufiniä" :D Conjugations... Even Finns can't explain how those works in Finnish.
evilkyung: Hey, English is my third too! Cool! And yeah, it is cute. At least some accent. In my opinion, Scandinavians can make Finnish sound really adorable which is why I always make my friends to repeat random Finnish words... hm... yeah.
I think this means that I should write more fics about Finland speaking Finnish. I will keep this in mind, but this time we have Dennor again. Just some basic stuff to keep me going. Next chapter is SuFin again. I have almost finished it.
Denmark sighed and drew another mark on the paper he had started to keep near his bed so he could easily follow his new habit of counting mornings. Every day when he woke up alone, would be a new line on the paper. It already had 153 lines and the Dane didn't know when the wait would end. He feared it would go on forever.
He went on with his day like normally; doing the work, eating when it was time for that, riding his horse in the forest, training a bit with guards to keep his body fit and skills perfect, and doing all the small tasks around his house. He did everything like normally, but he didn't smile so much and sometimes he stopped and sighed without any clear reason. His servants also found the man sometimes just standing in front of window, always quiet and always staring to the north. He didn't give them explanations, only saying that he missed somebody. Some of them knew who he meant, but they let the nation to be.
Denmark knew Norway was there somewhere in his own land. Maybe he was hiding in mountains or in the city among the humans. Denmark often wondered if he should go and find the man, but every time he gave up the idea because he knew Norway would just be angry if he did so. No, only thing Denmark could do was to wait and hope the Norwegian was going to forgive him soon. Denmark wasn't sure if he deserved to be forgiven, not even when his heart broke a bit more after each passing day.
One day, almost half year after Norway had left, Denmark was sitting in his bedroom in late afternoon. He was writing letters for few officers he was supposed to ask for a service to the crown. All of them were known to be stubborn about when and how they served so Denmark was giving the letters some extra attention. That was why he didn't notice when the door was slowly pushed open and a hooded person stepped in. He was moving quietly and without hesitation, like he knew exactly what he was doing. Denmark continue writing letters, only stopping to think the right words and try them out with a low murmuring voice, without realizing that the other person was observing him. It wasn't until the intruder closed the door that the Dane startled and turned around.
"Norge?" he said, but the hope died soon when he noticed it wasn't the Norwegian, "oh, Island?"
"Hi Danmörk", the young nation said and pushed the hood of his head. Norway had taken the Icelander with him and the Danish nation was honestly confused to see him now in his room. Iceland hadn't grown much during the past months and he still looked like a child.
"Island, what are you doing here?" Denmark asked, "how did you… Is Nor also here?" Iceland shook his head and Denmark looked away to hide his disappointment. He should be happy to see at least somebody from his family, but he missed the Norwegian most and he just wanted to apologize.
"He didn't want to come", Iceland said. Denmark looked puzzled after hearing that and he frowned.
"But how you are here then", he muttered.
"He sent me."
"Alone?" Denmark almost yelled and worriedly looked over the Icelander to see if he had got hurt during the long travel, "but it is dangerous! How he let you do that?"
"He said nothing will hurt me on way and you will keep me safe when I am here", Iceland said calmly and tilted his head, "the troll followed me."
"The troll?" Denmark asked before he understood that the Norwegian had of course sent one of his friends with the young nation, "oh, well, I guess the troll can keep you safe."
"It did so", Iceland said, "I heard bad men screaming one night, but nobody bothered me."
"That is… good", Denmark said and tried not to think what the protective troll might have done or what might have happened if the troll hadn't been there, "so why he sent you?"
"Too see how you are doing", Iceland said simply, "so?"
"I am alive", Denmark said with a shrug, "that is a good thing, I guess."
"I see", Iceland said and Denmark could not to stop thinking how much he was acting like his brother. He hadn't been so much like that before, but maybe he had changed during the past months. After all, he probably spent lot of time with Norway alone.
"How you have been?" Denmark said, "and Nor. Is he still… Well, he probably is. Damn. Is he really angry?"
"Yes", Iceland said honestly and his eyes followed the Dane's every move, "he was angrier first. Now he doesn't curse anymore, but he is disappointed on you."
"Of course", Denmark said sadly and sighed, "I am disappointed on myself too. I should have never been so… Idiot."
"He said you hurt him." Denmark flinched from the Icelander's words. He said it with so cold and almost emotionless voice that Denmark felt the sharp pain of regret.
"I did so", the Dane said quietly.
"How?"
"I said bad things", Denmark explained, "some things nobody should say to their loved ones. I knew it was wrong and I didn't mean it, but I as angry. I hurt him so much." Iceland nodded and silently looked at the Dane, who was avoiding his gaze.
"He said you are an idiot."
"That I am", Denmark agreed and lt a dry laugh that died off soon, "do I have any hope about him forgiving me?"
"I don't know", Iceland said honestly, "but I think he misses you too. He sings sad songs to the trolls and keeps looking to the south."
"Ah", Denmark said, surprised about hearing it.
"And he sent me", Iceland noted and for a moment Denmark's lips turned into a smile. Iceland was right. Norway would never have sent his own precious little brother over there to only check how Denmark was doing, if he was still completely furious.
"Can I come with you to meet him?" Denmark asked, "or maybe I can write a letter? I am so sorry about the things I said. I just want you two to come back here."
"No", Iceland said without even thinking about the questions, "he doesn't want to see you yet and he will shred any letter you send."
"But I only want to apologize", Denmark and quickly moved to kneel on the floor, "please, Island, I am begging you." Iceland looked down to the nation that was one of the most powerful ones in the North and still begging on his knees that the young nation would forward his message to his angry love.
"Just say what you want", he told the man after a brief moment had passed, "I will let him know."
"Thank you", Denmark said and collected his thoughts for a moment before he started, "tell him that I love him more than anything and I would be ready to throw away all I have only to see him again. I am sorry about what I said. It was wrong to yell at him when I was angry. I didn't mean any of the words I said to him that evening. I regret it all and if I could, I would turn the time back and stop myself. I love him and I only hope he still loves me enough to forgive me. I will be waiting for him here, no matter how long it takes to have him back. Please, Norge, come back. I can't go on without you." He knew it wasn't the greatest apology in the world's history and anybody could have written a better love letter, but he just wanted to say what he had in his heart. He didn't know which kind of words could woo his Norwegian lover so he just tried to be honest and hope for the best.
"I will tell him", Iceland said and looked at the man who seemed to be ready to start sobbing at any moment, "you are an idiot."
"I know", Denmark replied and reached his arms to ask for a hug. Iceland complied and stepped closer, letting the man to wrap his arms around him and ruffle his hair. It gave the Dane some comfort to feel warmth of another person and know that Iceland and Norway were doing fine. The hug lasted a bit longer than normally, but then Iceland stepped back.
"I will have to go now", he said.
"Yes. Right", Denmark muttered, "are you sure you will be safe? I can accompany you to the border."
"No, it is okay", Iceland said, "the troll is with me and brother gave me a fast horse. I will be back there soon."
"Okay", Denmark said, "take some food with you at least. Even with a fast horse it will take several days to reach the border."
"I will stop by the kitchen on my way out", Iceland promised, "goodbye, Dan."
"Bye", Denmark said sadly. Iceland gave him a last look, which was a weird mix of sadness, regret and maybe amusement or satisfaction, Denmark wasn't sure what he saw and Iceland left quickly.
He tried to return to his work, but the words kept getting away from him and he didn't find any energy to focus on his task. At the end, he was just pacing around the room and thinking about Norway. He had used already a good time for his longing and sighing, when a servant knocked the door and stepped in with a smile on her face. When she saw the distressed nation, she stopped in mid-motion and frowned.
"Lord Danmark", she said, "I was sure you would be in peace now. You are usually calm after lord Norge's visits." Denmark halted and gave the servant a questioning look.
"But Norge hasn't been here", he said.
"No, he was here", the woman claimed, "I saw him in the kitchen by my own eyes! I even spoke with him so I know he was lord Norge. I couldn't have made a mistake with that."
"What he said?" Denmark asked slowly.
"He asked how the things have been in the house", the woman said, "and after I told him everything is well but your lordship have been rather stressed lately, he nodded and said he saw that too. I assumed he had spoken with you!"
"Tell me", Denmark said, still speaking weirdly slow, "have you seen island here?" The woman frowned after the question and shook her head.
"No, my lord, I have not seen lord Island here", she told him, "now that you say it, it was rather weird. I have never seen lord Norge without lord Island being somewhere near."
"You are sure he wasn't here?"
"Yes", the servant said, "I was walking by the window when lord Norge left. He was riding alone. He had one of those strong Norwegian horses with him but not many bags and no company." Denmark felt his hands shaking slightly when the realization hit. Of course Norway hadn't let his little brother travel alone across the land. That would maybe be not dangerous when the nation was accompanied by the troll, but it would be still scary experience for a child and Norway was protective over him. Also, Norway had magic and, though Denmark didn't know the limits of his power, he had seen Norway doing incredible things and so taking the form of his brother was probably possible for him. He had sneaked in to hear what the Dane had to say, but instead of facing him, he had hid behind the magic.
"Lord Danmark?" the human woman asked worriedly and Denmark realized that she had already called him few times.
"Yeah?"
"Is something wrong?" she asked, "I can sent a rider after lord Norge, if my lord wishes so. Lord Norge left only a moment ago. I am sure a fast horse could reach him soon."
"No", Denmark said quickly, "that is not needed. I was only thinking about something he said."
"Very well, my lord", the woman said with a small nod, "we are going to serve your dinner soon if you would kindly come to the dining room."
"Of course", Denmark said, "I will come down in few minutes, thank you."
"Yes, my lord", the servant said and gave the man a small smile before leaving. When the door closed after the woman, Denmark smiled. It was just a small smile and he still had sadness in his eyes, but now he had some hope again. After all, Norway had come to listen to him.
