The Nordic One

Chapter 1

"I'm sorry, I must not have heard you correctly." Denmark put his fingers in his ears, mockingly cleaning them before continuing, "say that again?" Sweden hesitated, even though Denmark was intolerable at times he still considered him to be a friend, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt a friend.

"I said 'm le'ving, I w'nt to be independent. I w'nt to be free."

Sweden mentally winced at how emotionless he sounded. It wasn't his fault, he never asked to sound so harsh, and distant, but it was just the way he was, and no matter how hard he tried, he always sounded angry.

Sweden stared at Denmark's pained face awaiting his response, but after a few seconds he just had to look away. Seeing the usual happy light slowly drain from his friend's eyes tore at his heart, the longer he looked at Denmark's broken face, the more guilty he felt.

The rest of the Nordics were standing like statues behind Denmark; Iceland tried to keep himself from crying, and Norway did the same. Even Denmark had tears welling up in his eyes, but he kept his head down as he tried to process the words spoken to him.

Seeing how hurt all of them looked was worse than what any weapon could ever do to Sweden, but the one thing that absolutely ripped him apart, was seeing Finland with tears streaming down his face. Sweden couldn't stand to see Finland cry, but most of all he couldn't stand being the one who made him cry.

Turning away from Denmark he reached for the doorknob, "I should just go, I've done enough damage," he thought, sighing sadly to himself, but something stopped him from leaving.

A half choked sob echoed throughout the room. If the Nordic's hearts weren't already filled with sadness, they were now, but that sadness quickly turned to fear as the sob manifested itself into a laugh. A crazed, maniacal laugh, that one might hear uttered from a villain in a horror movie.

"You think that's it, huh?" Denmark laughed.

The Nordics were confused, the voice coming from Denmark didn't sound anything like him at all. Instead of his normal high-pitched joyful voice, he spoke in a low growl. To the Nordics it sounded more like Denmark had broken, no, he sounded worse than that... He sounded shattered.

"You think I'm just gonna let my property walk out the door?" He said, his hands were balled up into tight fists and he refused to look up from the wooden floor. Seconds turned into minutes, but no one spoke, everyone was either too afraid, or too shocked, to react. They just stood there, the silence dangerously floating around the room making it difficult to think, and even more difficult to breathe.

Sweden's body went rigid and he gripped the doorknob tightly. The stillness that tried to suffocate them was shattered in one, loud, creak. He hated when Denmark called him 'his property'. He hated it more than words could describe, it boiled inside of him, filling his veins with fire. Letting go of the doorknob Sweden slowly turned around and glared at Denmark with all the bitterness he could manage, for a brief second, his eyes looked almost red.

"D'nt call me property," he growled.

Silence filled the air once more, and it felt like years before Denmark finally looked up from the ground. Tears flooded his face making the other Nordics stare in wide-eyed shock. Seeing the happy country that they grew up with, that they called a brother, look so heart broken.. Just felt wrong to all of them, even Sweden.

"YOU THINK I WILL JUST SIT BACK AND WATCH YOU ALL LEAVE!" He shouted.

All the other Nordics jumped, even Sweden winced at his words. They had never seen Denmark get into such a blind rage, honestly, it terrified them, who knew what he'd do? Someone could get hurt, or injured, or maybe even killed? Scenarios raced through all of their heads, each one ending with someone dying, but they knew Denmark would never actually hurt Sweden, they were sure of that. After all, they were a family, and family's wouldn't hurt one another.

All at once the Nordic's felt as though a dark blanket of dread was smothering them. Denmark had unsheathed his battle axe.

"IF I HAVE TO FIGHT TO KEEP YOU," he raised the axe and pointed it at Sweden's face, a twisted smile danced across his mouth, and his eyes shined with long forgotten malice. "SO BE IT," he yelled before swinging the axe with all his might. He was not about to let his family fall apart, no matter the consequences.

Sweden didn't move, he didn't even speak, he was shocked. His friend, no, his brother was about to kill him. The other Nordics were just as shocked. Iceland stood frozen, clutching his puffin like a lifeline. Finland was trying desperately to think of some way to stop what was about to happen, but shock snuffed out all his thoughts. Norway was the only one able to shake off his own terror, with unnatural agility he tackled Denmark sending him crashing to the floor.

Norway just barely managed to stop the axe from ripping Sweden to shreds, but the door wasn't as lucky. It splintered and cracked under the weight of the giant weapon, sharp pieces of wood flew everywhere like shrapnel.

Before Denmark could regain his senses Norway did something he never did before, he gave Denmark a hug.

Burying his head in Denmark's chest he closed his eyes, taking in the piney sent of his clothes. The tears he had been holding back soaked Denmark's shirt, but not a sound was heard. Norway hoped, with his entire being, that this would be enough to calm Denmark down... but his hope fell short.

The minute Denmark realised he had missed his target he shoved Norway off him.

Norway stumbled, but it wasn't only Denmark's push that made him trip, it was knowing that Denmark could hurt one of them, that he could kill one of them, that truly made him lose his balance. Stumbling backwards he fell headfirst into the table, hitting his head with a loud, sickening, crack that instantly brought him to a world filled with darkness.

Denmark didn't care that he might have just killed Norway, he didn't even hear Iceland sobbing loudly, kneeling over Norway's bleeding body, begging for his "big brother" to wake up. All he cared about was stopping Sweden, even if it meant killing him in the process. His eyes glinted a dark crimson as he swung the axe straight at Sweden's face.

Finland snapped out of his own shock when he saw Denmark swing the axe for a second time. It was then that the realisation of Sweden's danger finally sunk in. Fear racketed his body, and the only thing he could think to do was scream, so he did.

Finland screamed with all the heart-aching terror he felt was closing in on him, he screamed with the rage of a thousand soldiers, and he screamed with all the sadness of a child who's finally realised his parents wouldn't be coming back.

Finland's scream somehow managed to wake Sweden up out of his trance. Blinking a couple of times he quickly moved to the side, the axe missing his head by centimetres.

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Bonjour~ well this is my first story I hope it was alright and it didn't have too many mistakes
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This was actually pretty fun to write (soul crushing to edit though XD) and I'll attempt to continue it, but my mid-terms are next week so I'm not quite sure when I'll update or even if this story is good enough for said updates..

Thank you to whoever has read through this and I hope you have a lovely day ^-^

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