I'm not bipolar. I'm not a sociopath. I'm not dangerous-at least, I try not to be. I warned you not to make me mad. Did everything I could to shut you out, for all these years. I didn't want to kill anyone again. But of course it had to be you. You had to go and set me off. Don't lie; you knew full well what you were doing. You just didn't realize you had gone too far. Didn't realize that one day I would snap.
I broke your neck. That's all I remember. I must have slammed you against the wall, choking you before I squeezed so hard that I managed to snap your neck in two. I wouldn't doubt that I could do it, when I'm like that. I know my vision turns red and my actions and word to a blur, that violence and primal instinct take over my brain. Did you see a monster as you took your last breath?
Your eyes are glazed over. Nothing's really new there-they're staring up at the ceiling, blank and expressionless. Like they always were. But if I think hard enough, I can just glimpse your face at the moment of your death, I can see the gaze change. You were scared. My hands have scratches on them from where you clawed to get free. I can hear your choked breath, squeezing out of your lungs, voice cracking and changing in ways I never thought it could. Would nothing except for death have forced these emotions out? Or were you content with your impassive stares, with watching life pass you by?
I'm sorry, Norway…tell Denmark goodbye for me.
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So this was a short little thing I wrote based on a headcannon of mine...in case you haven't figured that out (or you haven't read the first chapter of this story)...I definitely don't see Iceland as an innocent little kid.
Maybe I'll type my headcannon up in full for you guys so you can understand it. Idk. But let's just say the way Iceland is portrayed in the show isn't exactly historically accurate...(he was probably the most badass Viking ever).
Anyways, hope you enjoy! Next chapter will be up soon-
Keep calm and love Hetalia~