The next morning, Norway woke up alone.
He had shouted at them the night before. They had pestered him, trying to make him feel better.
He hadn't wanted to feel better. He hadn't wanted to stop being sad; he wanted to be left alone.
He very rarely lost his temper. He felt bad about it now.
But he needed space.
A knock sounded from outside.
"Norge?"
"Go away, Denmark."
Denmark walked into the tent. Norway glared at him.
"Hey, Norge."
Norway didn't say anything.
"So, I was thinking, Norge, that-"
"Just. Stop."
Denmark didn't say anything for a moment.
"Lukas, I don't know what I did, but….I'm sorry."
"Please, can I just have some time to myself?"
"Yeah, of course. I'm sorry, sir."
He left.
Norway had no idea what just happened, but he was frustrated, and angry, and….
He shook his head. His hands were trembling, he was so upset. He needed space. He wasn't going to get it here.
He opened a portal to somewhere (he didn't care where) and stepped through.
A/N: Consider this the end of Part One of the Second Kalmar Union.