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farvel Danmark ~ Farewell Denmark

angst~

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I didn't know what to do! My hands and shirt were covered in blood as was the surrounding snow, but not just someone's blood though, no, this blood belonged to the one I held dearest, my true love. This blood belonged to Denmark. The blood continued to ooze from the wound and although the still embedded sword slowed the flow of blood he still losing a lot. The Danes skin was paler than usual and his breath came in short ragged gasps.

"H-hey N-Norway, d-don't cry, I'll be fine, j-just a scratch really" Denmark lied, wiping away the tears that continued to flow down my already tear stained cheeks.

"D-Don't say t-that y-you're not o-okay, l-look at yourself," I cried, grabbing the hand that gently cupped my face and holding it tightly.

"Norway ..."

"No" I cut him off before he could continue "d-don't say that you're fine, j-just don't, w- we need to get help" a sad sigh passed the Danes paling lips, a few tears falling onto his own as pale cheeks.

"Y-you're right Norge, I-I is not fine, b-but don't go, t-there's not enough time" he spoke, barely above a whisper.

"W-We need t-to get y-you help" I cried, gripping his hand tighter.

"N-Norge... there's n-no time... I j-just want to s-spend now w-with you" he gasped weakly.

"B-but w-we n-need...." He cut me off by pulling me closer, pressing a weak but loving kiss to my lips, I knew what this was, this kiss was different, it wasn't just an 'I love you' but also a good bye, so of course I kissed back... like it would be my last. We both eventually pulled back to breathe, neither of us wanting the kiss to end.

"I love you Norway" and with that, the hand cupping my face went limp, the only thing holding it there was my grip on it, and just like that the love of my life was gone, never to see another sunrise or sunset, never to hug me or kiss me again, never to take another breath.

"I love you too"