Denmark x Iceland
His blood ran cold like ice, they said.
Poignant,
Distant,
Removed.
And he'd fooled them all, with that front he'd put up. So perfected that sometimes Denmark would almost come close to even believing it himself. But when they were alone again, when all the world was blocked away & only time stood between them, then he'd remember.
Iceland's blood is a consuming fire, coursing through his veins.
Ah, I remember now, why I love you..
It's their little secret now. Just theirs, to each and his only.