Love and War

Chapter One- The Battle Won But Also Lost

Norway's POV

The snow on this morning was thick as I darted between sparring enemies and allies as I headed for the British stronghold we were there for. That Dane had better know what he's doing... I thought as I ducked behind the large stone wall that housed the British leaders. This is it, I thought before turning the corner and charging at the stationed guards. I took them out easily enough and stopped. It was quiet. Too quiet. I thought as I kept looking around, mace ready to strike. Then I heard a voice. "Good Morning Lukas" Arthur said as he stepped into view. I tensed and looked up at him as I turned and raised my mace to him. "You know why I'm here Arthur... Will you go quietly?" I said harshly as I glared. Then he laughed. "I believe you already know the answer to that" he chuckled before I saw a glint in his eyes and he charged forward with his sword in the air. I blocked it and began to push back against him to build space but then I felt an excruciating pain in my back and chest. I stumbled back as I dropped my weapon and clutched at my chest only to find the pointed head of an arrow sticking out. Fucking hell that hurts... I thought as I fell to my knees. "Do you understand now Lukas" he said with a smile as he stepped directly in front of me, "We can't beat him physically" he said as he put his blade under my chin and lifted my head to look me in the eyes "however we have discovered one thing..." He stood "Without you, my dear, dear Lukas, he is weaker than a babe. If we destroy you, we win... Denmark is going to die... but, I'm afraid, you will be the first one to die..." he said as he turned around and raised his sword before plunging it into my stomach. I screamed as I stared up at him only to see him smile. "Goodbye, Norway..." he said before kicking me backwards off of the blade of his sword. Then he was gone. I laid there staring at the sky through clouded eyes as snow that I couldn't feel landed on my face. That damned Dane, I thought He's done it again-wait- why am I blaming him... I blinked as I shivered, not from the cold but the feeling of the blood bubbling from my chest and stomach and the difficulty of my now harsh breathing. I'm the one who is dying... pathetic really I'm going to die because I underestimated that stupid brit... Denmark is going to be beaten because of me and my stupidity... Why am I always there for him... Why do I always fight for him... I thought as I closed my eyes. Who am I kidding... I know why... I love him more than anyone could ever know... and now he's going to die because of that... I thought. I'm truly pathetic... I finally admit and realize that I love him and now I'm going to die without telling him... Well at least he won't have to suffer because of it. My thoughts finished before everything went black...

Denmark's POV

I stood up straight and laughed as I slung my giant axe over my shoulder while watching the Europeans retreat farther into their lands. "We've won it!" I called from my place in the front. "Norge we did it!" I yelled as I turned expecting to see him standing by my side. "Norway?!" I yelled a little louder and began to get worried. Where is he? I thought as /I began to walk around calling for him. "Sir..." a foot-soldier called out to me, "Lukas hasn't been seen since heading for the English stronghold about an hour ago..." he said with a small frown as he looked at me concerned. What the hell? I thought, he hasn't been back... what could have... and then it clicked. "Shit get my fucking horse I have to get to him!" I yelled as I felt fear envelope me.

I was soon on my horse riding full speed towards the ruins of an old town that had served as the English stronghold during the battle. Shit I hope he's okay I thought as I slowed down and rounded the corner only to stop my horse dead. Lying motionless and pale in the crimson red snow was Norway halfway submerged in the snow and covered in his own blood. I couldn't speak as I slid from my horse and stumbled towards him clutching at my chest. "Nor... Nor... You have to be okay... You have to... " I cried as I collapsed beside him and pulled him up to me. He's so cold... I thought as I pulled of my cloak and wrapped him in it after breaking of the arrow and putting my jacket on him. "You're going to be okay Nor... I promise..." I said through tears as I brought him to my horse and began to ride towards the infirmary as fast as I could.

I sat beside his bed for over seven hours without saying anything, just playing constantly with the long thin braid hanging from the right side of his head, holding his hand, and hoping he would wake up soon. When the clock struck on the eighth hour I felt something snap inside me. "Damn you Norge..." I mumbled as tears began to well in my eyes and I felt my grip on his hand tighten. "Damn me... Why do I always pull you into these things? Why... I guess I really am a stupid Dane just like you say Nor..." I said as I felt tears begin to run down my face. "You have to wake up Nor I need you here with me... I love you with everything I am... I would give up--" I froze when I suddenly felt arms around my neck and lips against mine. I leaned forward a little and pushed back against him. When he broke away there were tears running down his face. "Jeg elsker deg ogsa deg dum dane" I heard before I was jerked down against him and after I recovered from the shock I pulled him as tight against me as I could.