Cold Heart † Dennor

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(a/n this is not edited at all so sorry if it sucks)

"So- what exactly happened?" Norway asked, looking up at the three with a concerned look in his eyes. 

"Long story or short story?" Finland spoke.

"Any story is fine. Just tell me what happened." Norway demanded, growing increasingly frustrated at his brain for blurring out most of the memories from the night before.

"Well- we were all sitting around the couch, continuing the investigation of your disappearance, when you bursted through the door, scaring the crap out of everyone. You looked at us quickly but than sprinted up the stairs like a wild animal. We all sat there for a moment in confusion before following you up the stairs... and when we got there... you- um. Well- Denmark had a knife in his gut and you were strangling Belarus. Ice tried to push you off of her but you shoved him back. Then Russia came in, noticing you were choking his sister, and flung you across the room... and that's when your head hit the bed post and knocked you out." Finland explained, cringe on his face.

"What happened after I blacked out?" Norway interrogated, wanting to know what happened to the kidnapper and his best friend. 

"Well- we took you all to the hospital. And now we're here." Finland explained. 

"What's happening to Belarus?" Norway asked, wondering what was happening to his kidnapper.

"Well she's currently running on an oxygen tank but after she wakes up Russia is taking her back home." Sweden spoke up.

"He's just going to take her back home after she kidnapped me and stabbed Denmark?!" Norway cried in disbelief. How could they just take her home?

"Well- she's taking a long trip to an isolated location in Siberia... where she'll stay until Russia finds it suitable to let her interact with people again." Finland explained. Norway let out a sigh of relief. He never wanted to see her ever again. 

"How's Denmark? Is he okay?" Norway questioned.

There was a pause. 

"Is. He. Okay." Norway repeated again, this time with a face like a concrete wall.

"He's-" Finland began before bursting into tears.

"Don't tell me-" Norway began, his words cutting off as his eyes welled with tears in disbelief. As Finland collapsed onto his lap, Norway stared at the ground in shock. There's no way Denmark could be dead.. no...way.

"He's in surgery. Fin is just being dramatic." Iceland explained, his eyes rolling at the Finnish man in tears, who was sobbing uncontrollably into the bed sheets. Norway suddenly snapped out of his trance of grief and looked down at Finland like he wanted to punch him in the gut.

"You acted like he was dead." Norway uttered angrily.

"He could be. It's not an easily survivable injury. The only reason why he has a chance is because he's a country." Sweden stated, breaking his silence. Norway felt a little better at the fact that he had a chance, but the sheer thought of Denmark forgetting who he was overwhelmed him. Norway put his head in his hands, still unable to process thoughts as quickly due to his concussion. 

"Can you leave me be?" Norway asked through his hands. 

"Actually- you're clear to go home." Sweden stated, holding up a bag filled with clothes for Norway to put on. 

"I'm not leaving this hospital until I know Denmark is alive." Norway announced adamantly, crossing his arms as if he were a kindergartener who wasn't getting his way.

"You can't. The surgery may run overnight. You don't have the strength or mental capability to stay here for any longer. It's vital that you go home and sleep. We will come here first thing in the morning, after your concussion is gone." Sweden said, his tone warning Norway that he was no longer allowed to be in this hospital. 

"Plus... the doctors already know you're a freak of nature. They ran brain tests. So if we don't get out of this hospital now they're going to run more tests on you." Iceland lied, trying to joke around to cheer everyone up. Norway's mouth forced a fake smile and Finland stopped sobbing to laugh at his joke. 

"Let's get home. I'll make waffles." Finland called from the bed, his voice muffled and nasally from the crying. Everyone nodded in agreement and Norway reluctantly stood up to get changed. Slipping a sweatshirt over his head and sweatpants under his hospital garb, they took off. 

Once arriving at the house, they were met by Alexander and Anna, who Norway had completely forgotten about until he saw their smiling faces in the doorway. 

"Hello Lukas! How are feeling?" Anna asked, placing a hand on Norway's shoulder sympathetically as he entered the doorway. Norway didn't even want to respond. He was in too much pain to speak anymore and all he could think of was Denmark. He was just hoping this was all a freakish nightmare that he would wake up from soon. 

"I don't really think he wants to talk right now Anna. He's going to get some rest and Finland is going to make dinner. He'll probably be more willing to talk in the morning." Sweden stated directly, not wanting anyone to bother Norway during his healing process. Anna gave an understanding nod and smiled at Sweden in understanding as Iceland led his brother up the stairs into his room. 

Norway couldn't help but want to vomit at every step they went up. Each pounding of his foot against the stairs send another bolt of pain shooting into his skull. As Iceland led him past Denmark's room Norway shuddered, remembering the last time he had been in there. Iceland sensed his brothers tension and gave him a small pat on the back before leading him into his room and tucking him into bed. 

As soon as Norway's head hit the pillow everything went black. He was too emotionally and physically exhausted to think about anything. He knew in the morning he would be better, but he couldn't help but feel incredibly anxious about Denmark's surgery. He wanted to cry, but his brain wouldn't let him. He should've just told Denmark he loved him when he had the chance.