All I can hear are the screams, the screams, and the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. I look around and watched as many people die right in front of me they're looking at me begging for help but I can't my first battle and I'm frozen in the middle of it too afraid to move. I'm usually so composed, my emotions well controlled but for some reason right now fear is taking over and I can't seem to do anything. I'm alone, my country is under attack and I have no one to help me and I'm just standing here letting this all happen watching as my people die. I feel my body shake I can barely stand without using my sword to hold me up, what am I supposed to do now? I look around for any sign of this stopping there was nothing not even one. I feel myself begin to give up my legs are shaking so much I fall to my knees I look down in shame I don't deserve to lead them I've failed them all and now they'll all pay for my weakness. I look at my reflection in my sword and saw tears falling down my cheeks, I wonder how it ended up like this how I could fail so horribly on the most important day of my life, of my country. I shut my eyes tightly letting the tears fall listening to all the screaming around me I can even hear them calling my name.

"Norge, Norge get up!" I hear someone shouting yet I try my best to ignore it I couldn't get up not now, what would be the point?

I listen as the voice continues calling for me it sounds like it's getting louder, I slowly look up and noticed someone pushing through all the people fighting his way through the crowd watching man after man falling before him. I squint my eyes trying to get a better look and then I saw it that annoyingly spikey bright blonde hair. He broke through the crowd and stood in front of me glaring down at me. He grabs my arm roughly pulling me up, he yanks my sword out of the dirt and puts it in my hand.

"I don't know what the hell you were thinking but, you can't just give up in the middle of a war. Now stay up and fight, I'm not having my people die in vain because you decided to just stop fighting!" my eyes widen as he shouts at me then pushed me aside quickly killing off a man who was about to stab me.

I look down at my sword then back at him and nod "Y-yes, I'm sorry." I look around and noticed we were now surrounded.

Denmark looks at me "Can I count on you to have my back?" he asks staring the people down.

I nod once more then we were back to back I waited for the first move then held my sword up and started to fight. Remembering all that from back then I realized after that moment we'd always have each other he'd help me while I help him we because the perfect team.

I sigh shutting the photo album and put it back on the bookshelf that flashback wasn't something he really wanted to remember but at the same time it was nice remembering how he ended up with that idiot of his. He looked up and watched as that said idiot was trying to clean up that old axe of his this is what we get for cleaning up our attic I guess.

I mean there had to have been a time when Norway wasn't always his calm composed self, so i figured I'd write one where he ends up breaking down. ^^ hope you liked it.