Warning! Contain smut
Unusual whispers disturb the swedish men. He had a nightmare again but this time it made him sweat like never before, even unable to hold his screams anymore. His whole body shake and his forehead is dark red. He sometimes tries to hold it moving his fingers gently around his abdomen, trailing them all across his defined 6 pack only to reach to his head and erase the salty hot substance that tornment him. With his left hand close his fingers and form a fist hitting hard on the new bed sheets, they smell like lavender, a gift from Denmark to help him relax cuz he knews how much his neighboor suffer even though Sweden will never admit it. His eyes wet, now he's crying, lot of tears teasing him, making him weak. Opening his eyes quikly, agresively jumping out the bed he tried to keeep his balance failing and loosing the control, falling on the hard cold floor like a punisment for something that whatever he never did.
Goying to the bathroom now to took a shower and send away this emotions he made small distance steps only thinking to not fall again and emabarass himself again even if no one was around. His legs tremble and it hurts, his knees felt like about to crack and his stomack hurt cuz for about a month he starved himself. Reaching to the mirrror he's still crying, silently. His cheeks bruised from when he fight some dudes to help Denmark with his point in a climate change conference. Entering the bath tub now deciding probably to drown himself he remembered he promised to Switzerland he'll help furnishing his new flying car company. Drying his body running his hand through his hair he observed that one of the scars from his back opened again. He refuse to treat them in his mind he didn't diserve that so he just let them treat themself and infect. His back is totally red now he lost a lot of blood "Nah I don't want to bandage this, there is no use, probably I'm gonna die anyway.. I better go to work". Waiting now in his car he goes to the store to buy some soda to keep him active.
Long way there but after that he arrived. Door opening for him like for everybody else but still as a tall figure it made him look cool. He notice a smaller figure trying to reach an upper shelf to buy some diaries so he helped. "Thank you... you... you must be Sweden. Ooo my! I saw you at the conference, you acted so sweet protecting Denmark like that. You're bruised I kinda regret that. Hey don't leave. Ttthank you again I wish to have some relationship with you someday if you wish.. I mean business (Estonia blush, Sweden was handsome and fit)"/ "Of corse" and than he just leave. Paying for his drinks he goes to his car only to notice a ticket "God demmit a fine again.. No.. It's.. how" it was a ticket from Estonia and his phone number, Sweden now wonder how the samller nation was able to be that fast.
His company was large he earned the respect and was chosen leader by the nordics, even powefull countries like France appreciate his work.
Sweden eyes are different, one blue, one green and this always remind him the curse that made his childhood a nightmare. His father was displeased by his kid weakness of not even beying able to choose for his own eye color. Sometimes forgeting to do one of his chores still in his patiece cuz he knew he'll receive anyway the punishment he completed it slowly just to make sure it will make it perfect. He was homeschooled and never made contact with the rest of the kids with Denmark he talk occasionally when none of his father's puppets supervise him. Even though he receive the most expensive meals the severity of the environment where he live can never be compared or surpassed. At 13 he started to train in special courses, fighting with different larger males and for his age he was tall. He spend his weekends swimming in the cold lake nearby and his room was always dark his father making sure he will not read innapropriate magazines or please himself as he grew older and feel the need to do that. Hours in the library, mountain of papers with essay, his math teacher was encourage to hit him if he will not understand a problem. Only at age of 19 when his fathers died he buyed himself a phone. Selling the 32 rooms mansion he moved in a remote area surrounded by trees, mountains, beautiful green lakes far away from civilisation.
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