Chapter 17: Denmark and Norway
"Norge can't we talk about this? Please!" Denmark was practically screaming at Norway almost on his knees with desperation. Norway didn't say anything though. He was too busy shoving all this belongings into a suitcase, not even bothering to fold them neatly like he would normally do.
"There's nothing you can do to change my mind, so just stop," Norway said emotionlessly, not even looking up.
"You can't leave to. Please Norway, Sweden and Finland won't talk to me, I don't know if I can take being alone," Denmark was on his knees now.
"Well you will."
Denmark watched the other pack in silence, wondering what he could possibly say to make the other stay. He knew that he was annoying, and demanding, and pushy, and really a difficult person to be around. Denmark wasn't surprised when Sweden and Finland left, but he hadn't expected Norway to leave as well. He had always thought that of all the Nordics, Norway would always be the one to stay by his side.
Denmark, lost in his thoughts, almost didn't notice that Norway had finished packing until the other was walking past him, towards the front door. Denmark scrambled to his feet, chasing after the other.
"Please Norway! I'll do anything! Just don't leave me alone," Denmark cried out, tripping and falling on his face with a loud smack. It made Norway turn his head, seeing Denmark on his hands and knees, trying to get up as fast as he could.
"There's nothing you can do," Norway was walking out the door, not giving Denmark a second glance.
Denmark let out a strangled cry, a raw and horrible sound. He didn't move from the place that he had fallen on, letting himself go from his hands and knees to lying there on his stomach. He didn't move for what felt like hours, letting his brain numb him, trying to convince himself that everything was going to be okay, and that Norway hadn't really left him.
Yet in another part of his mind, he knew those thoughts were lies. He knew Norway wasn't going to come back and that it was his entire fault.
Denmark had never felt a need to cry before, he had always had what he wanted. For the first time since he was little, Denmark cried, and let himself cry for the one thing that he had cared for.