DenmarkxNorway

Denmark always tried to make Norway happy. He never snapped at him, never yelled, and always smiled. He did his best to make Norway's life easier. Most of the time he just made it stressful, but he tried to be helpful, he really did. Norway didn't always appreciate Denmark's efforts. More often than not, he just insulted him.

Denmark could take a lot of abuse. He was a Viking after all, but he still had feelings. He would never willingly let Norway see just how miserable he really was. He would put on his best fake smile and call it good. There was only so much a single person can take. Only so much anger and pain they can hold. If you push the person hard enough and long enough, you see their emotional dams break, and all of the feelings rush out at once.

Denmark's feelings had been locked away for far too long. Denmark was one insult away from snapping completely. He loved Norway. He loved him with all his heart, but he would only take so much. He would walk through hell just to make him smile. But that wouldn't happen. Because Norway was cold and icy, and he would never understand just how hurtful he really is.

*Awesome Time/ Reality Skip*

Denmark was out in the woods behind his house. Norway was coming over so he was getting wood for a fire. He couldn't find his wood axe, so he was using his axe from the Viking era. He made much more progress with his axe then should have been possible. He didn't even hear Norway come up behind him,

"What are you doing?" Norway gave off an impatient vibe. Denmark turned around a bit surprised.

"Hey Norge. I didn't hear ya coming. What are you doing here so early?" Denmark let his grin show through. He was happy to see Norway, he always was. Maybe a little happier then one should be to see a friend, but happy all the same.

"I asked what you were doing." Norway's voice was cold and harsh. He glared at Denmark. He was always snapping at him for the littlest thing.

"I was getting wood for a fire. It's been really cold recently." Denmark gave Norway a hopeful smile.

"You'll ruin you axe. Idiot." Norway turned back toward the house. Denmark's smile faltered a bit. He only let his smile slip if Norway didn't see. Every time Norway called him names, he felt his heart break. Yet he kept on smiling.

Denmark grabbed his axe off the ground and walked back to his home. He found Norway in the porch waiting for him. He felt his smile slide back into place.

"Hey Norge. Whatchya doing?" He bounded up the porch stairs. Norway glared at him and stood up.

"You need to unlock the door." Norway spoke like his voice was covered in ice. Still, Denmark rushed to open the door and hold it open. Norway just brushed past him without a single word. Denmark's smile faltered a little more. Norway's back was turned so he didn't see it. "This house is a mess."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I've been busy lately," Denmark put on another fake smile. Norway looked at him a bit more closely. He knew that the smile was fake. He just didn't feel like dealing with the Dane.

"You're such a slob Denmark" Norway glared at him one last time. There is only so much one man can take. Denmark's smile left his face completely. He stood still in the center of the living room.

"You're such a jerk Norway." Denmark shot back. Norway let his mouth hang open in shock. He wasn't used to the Danish man spouting off.

"What is your problem?" Norway waved him off with sarcasm. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared.

"You! You are my problem Norway!" Denmark's cheeks were turning red with rage. Norway noticed his real name was used. Not his nick name or his Danish name, but his real name. "You're such a jerk to me. All I try to do is make you happy. But all you do is call me names and insult me. I'm tired of being your punching bag!" Denmark's fists were clenched at his sides.

"I do not use you as a punching bag Denmark! All you do is annoy me. You whine and complain all while wearing that stupid grin you yours." Norway yelled back. Even he was starting to turn red with anger.

"That 'stupid grin' of mine that you hate? Guess what. It's fake. Every laugh, smile, and grin for the past 100 years has been fake. I put on that stupid mask so you don't see how miserable I've been. You don't see how much you kill me. I die a little every time you insult me. But I put on a bigger grin so you don't see how much I want to cry." Norway stood frozen in place. His glare had given way to a look of surprise. It was all starting to sink in. Why Denmark looked so weird when he smiled. Why he would never insult him back.

Norway was speechless. What could he say? How could he have missed all of that? Denmark just looked at him with a pained expression. He looked like he wanted to say something more, but couldn't find the words.

"I think you should go home Norway." Denmark's voice was soft and quiet. Norway just nodded and left. As soon as the front door slammed shut, Denmark fell to the ground and cried harder than ever before.

*Awesome Time Transition*

It had been weeks sense Norway say Denmark. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed him. He missed his smile and his laugh. Even if they were fake. He wanted to apologize, but he didn't know how. He couldn't even face him, let alone talk to him. He didn't want it, but he needed help. His feet had been moving around with their own plan in mind. They had dragged him to the Netherlands and asked for help. All he got was a face full of door. He asked Sweden, who effused because it was for Denmark. Finland called him an idiot and hit in upside the head for not noticing sooner. Iceland had just laughed.