Reborn: A Norway love story

Fast foreward a bit...

"Hey, Norge!" 

"What is it Denmark?" 

"My sister's gotten really pretty, don't you think?" 

Norway blushed. Denmark had known for so long, it never had made a difference to him before. Now her physical age was about seventeen, and she looked just like before she got sick. Some of her memories came back, others didn't. Karmir was one of those that came back... forcefully. Ambra walked in, her hair tied in a ponytail, a smile on her face. 

"Hey Den! Hey Nor! How are you?" 

"I'm good, but I think Norge is getting sick!" 

"What? You fool, I'm fine!" 

"Then why's your face red, huh?" 

"I err, well, it's-" 

Ambra placed her palm on his forehead. He jumped back. 

"I-I'm fine. Really!" 

"Oh, Norway, I think you need to rest," She said, "You feel warm." 

"Oh man," He thought, "This isn't happening. I can't be near her and keep myself quiet. My heart needs to stop beating so hard. I feel like my ribs are gonna break." 

He politely excused himself and went home. Everything was calm. He looked through his album of items he got from Ambra's house after she died. A paper fell out, yellowed from age. Her poem. From the day they met.

How did this happen? 

When did I get lost in the dark? 

Then you came, lighting my way... 

I can't be, I'm just crazy 

As if I were in love. 

You can't love me back, 

you never will. 

As if you were in love. 

Even if it is love, it won't last. 

"Love" never does, 

it always fades to black, 

in the best to white. 

As if we were in love...

He wished slightly that she had told him. Maybe then this wouldn't have happened to her. She had a beautiful grasp on her poetic side, and she loved the arts. She was perfect in every way. His thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing. 

"Hey, I know who my sis has a crush on, Norge!" 

"Hello to you too." 

"I know you want to know!" 

"Fine." 

"I think I won't tell you because yiu're not excited." 

"Dammit, just tell me. You know how I feel about her. I love her to pieces!" 

"You know what? I'm not gonna tell you." 

Denmark hung up and that was that. 

"Damn..."

*Denmark's house*

"So you hear him, Ambra?" 

"Yeah. So he really feels like that? My birthday is soon... Will he be there?" 

"Yup! Wear something nice! You want to impress Norge!" 

"Okay!"