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Denmark watched the man from afar. Norway wore the same expression he always did: not quite a scowl but not quite anything else either: a pure blank look. If Denmark had been any closer then that look would've been tinged in annoyance from the first glance. That's how it had always been for thousands of years, but he had always brushed it off, convincing himself that was just how Norge was normally.
That was also the reason Denmark had committed himself to being a friend to him. Events in the past had proven that the man was capable of smiling, crying, elation, depression and every other emotion that could be felt. But what Dan really wanted to see was love in the Norwegian's eyes, something that was proving increasingly difficult to find.
So without further thought, Denmark bounded up to his target, resting a hand on his shoulder and grinning. "Hej Norge." As blue eyes flickered up to stare at the Dane, annoyance shone just as predicted.
"Hallo Danmark." Norway's eyes returned to his coffee as he took another sip.
"How ya doin' there?"
"Fine. Don't you have someone else to be bothering right now?" Denmark laughed happily.
"Aw, but then I'd miss out on seeing you," he replied, hooking his arm around the shorter man's shoulders. Norway tried to shrug him off, but was obviously unsuccessful.
"I'm just drinking my coffee. You could be leaving me in peace right now."
"Aren't you pleased to see me Nor?"
"No, why should I be? All you're doing is being annoying and obnoxious."
"You're gonna hurt my feelings if you keep talking like that kære." Norway finally glared at him and pushed his arm off his shoulders.
"Don't call me that, tulling. And if you'd please let me go I have proper things to attend to with Island." With that final remark he walked off, not turning back for even a second. Denmark grinned and waved him off, only lowering his arm when he was completely out of sight. Once his hand was lowered, he couldn't help but sigh.
All that had been was another round of annoyance and blatant insults. Over the past hundred years that had been all he had ever gotten and although he wouldn't admit or show it, it had been wearing him down. He wasn't as stupid or thick skinned as the rest of them believed, and now he was finally starting to think…
"…maybe it's not worth it."
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Matthias stood outside the room for a moment, mulling over his decision. No, he couldn't second guess this. This was definitely the last chance he'd give.
"Heya Noooooorge!" Denmark burst into the house and running to the lounge, tackling Norway in his seat and nearly knocking him out of it; Norway was sat in his usual chair, annoyed but blank stare present on his face.
"Argh, what is it Danmark? If you don't mind, I'm trying to read here." Denmark kept up his normal grin despite the harsh voice.
"Aww, but I was just checking in on ya, Norge. You're always so mean to me," he half teased him, but truthfully feeling a tinge of hurt from Norway's unrelenting words. "So what'cha reading?"
"Something far more intelligent and sophisticated than you. Now go away." Denmark took the next strike, replying with another laugh.
"Haha, come on Alex, I'm not that dumb am I?" he asked playfully, poking the younger nation's cheek. Suddenly the book was slammed shut and Norway growled lowly.
"Well maybe if you were smarter, you would know that I don't want you around me. Haven't you ever figured that out?" Denmark stopped grinning. He stopped smiling at all. He had figured it out, but Norway had never actually told him. "And since when did you have the right to call me that?"
"Hehe, I'm not that bad to be around am I? We're friends aren't we?" He tried to holding back his pleading tone, voice nearly cracking at the last sentence. He didn't want to believe in what was being said; he didn't want everything he feared to be confirmed.
"You're loud, obnoxious, always asking stupid questions, getting drunk and treating me like a child or a woman. You laugh off everything I say, don't respect me, act completely high and mighty even though you're nothing but the smallest Scandinavian. Do you really believe I'm your friend by my own choice?" The words were sharper and more painful then the ones before. Norway hadn't talked to him that way since their union when tension was high and they were always fighting with someone. Denmark gulped, remembering his promise to himself: this had been the last try and he wasn't going to keep fooling himself any longer. He took a breath before replying.
"You're right Norge. I've always just ignored you when you told me to go away, but I guess if that's what you want then I should leave." He turned to the door, opening it quietly. There was no movement from the Norwegian. "I won't bother you anymore 'kay? Farvel Norge, I'll see you at the next meeting." He closed the door quickly, walking off down the driveway, then the street. Before he knew it he was running in who knows what direction through the snow and fog.
Finally he stopped at a bench, collapsing onto the seat and holding his head in his hands. His mind spun with thoughts and scenarios of the life he had just made for himself: a life without Norway. He had just given up on the one person he had assumed he'd always have and who (he had hoped) would one day end up in his arms.
"I still love you Norge, Alex…" But he had made it obvious he didn't feel the same in any way, so Matthias would give him up. He didn't like him, he didn't want to be his friend, he hated him… Maybe this would be better for both of them. Things would be happier this way, but…
It already felt like he was dying.
That was also the reason Denmark had committed himself to being a friend to him. Events in the past had proven that the man was capable of smiling, crying, elation, depression and every other emotion that could be felt. But what Dan really wanted to see was love in the Norwegian's eyes, something that was proving increasingly difficult to find.
So without further thought, Denmark bounded up to his target, resting a hand on his shoulder and grinning. "Hej Norge." As blue eyes flickered up to stare at the Dane, annoyance shone just as predicted.
"Hallo Danmark." Norway's eyes returned to his coffee as he took another sip.
"How ya doin' there?"
"Fine. Don't you have someone else to be bothering right now?" Denmark laughed happily.
"Aw, but then I'd miss out on seeing you," he replied, hooking his arm around the shorter man's shoulders. Norway tried to shrug him off, but was obviously unsuccessful.
"I'm just drinking my coffee. You could be leaving me in peace right now."
"Aren't you pleased to see me Nor?"
"No, why should I be? All you're doing is being annoying and obnoxious."
"You're gonna hurt my feelings if you keep talking like that kære." Norway finally glared at him and pushed his arm off his shoulders.
"Don't call me that, tulling. And if you'd please let me go I have proper things to attend to with Island." With that final remark he walked off, not turning back for even a second. Denmark grinned and waved him off, only lowering his arm when he was completely out of sight. Once his hand was lowered, he couldn't help but sigh.
All that had been was another round of annoyance and blatant insults. Over the past hundred years that had been all he had ever gotten and although he wouldn't admit or show it, it had been wearing him down. He wasn't as stupid or thick skinned as the rest of them believed, and now he was finally starting to think…
"…maybe it's not worth it."
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Matthias stood outside the room for a moment, mulling over his decision. No, he couldn't second guess this. This was definitely the last chance he'd give.
"Heya Noooooorge!" Denmark burst into the house and running to the lounge, tackling Norway in his seat and nearly knocking him out of it; Norway was sat in his usual chair, annoyed but blank stare present on his face.
"Argh, what is it Danmark? If you don't mind, I'm trying to read here." Denmark kept up his normal grin despite the harsh voice.
"Aww, but I was just checking in on ya, Norge. You're always so mean to me," he half teased him, but truthfully feeling a tinge of hurt from Norway's unrelenting words. "So what'cha reading?"
"Something far more intelligent and sophisticated than you. Now go away." Denmark took the next strike, replying with another laugh.
"Haha, come on Alex, I'm not that dumb am I?" he asked playfully, poking the younger nation's cheek. Suddenly the book was slammed shut and Norway growled lowly.
"Well maybe if you were smarter, you would know that I don't want you around me. Haven't you ever figured that out?" Denmark stopped grinning. He stopped smiling at all. He had figured it out, but Norway had never actually told him. "And since when did you have the right to call me that?"
"Hehe, I'm not that bad to be around am I? We're friends aren't we?" He tried to holding back his pleading tone, voice nearly cracking at the last sentence. He didn't want to believe in what was being said; he didn't want everything he feared to be confirmed.
"You're loud, obnoxious, always asking stupid questions, getting drunk and treating me like a child or a woman. You laugh off everything I say, don't respect me, act completely high and mighty even though you're nothing but the smallest Scandinavian. Do you really believe I'm your friend by my own choice?" The words were sharper and more painful then the ones before. Norway hadn't talked to him that way since their union when tension was high and they were always fighting with someone. Denmark gulped, remembering his promise to himself: this had been the last try and he wasn't going to keep fooling himself any longer. He took a breath before replying.
"You're right Norge. I've always just ignored you when you told me to go away, but I guess if that's what you want then I should leave." He turned to the door, opening it quietly. There was no movement from the Norwegian. "I won't bother you anymore 'kay? Farvel Norge, I'll see you at the next meeting." He closed the door quickly, walking off down the driveway, then the street. Before he knew it he was running in who knows what direction through the snow and fog.
Finally he stopped at a bench, collapsing onto the seat and holding his head in his hands. His mind spun with thoughts and scenarios of the life he had just made for himself: a life without Norway. He had just given up on the one person he had assumed he'd always have and who (he had hoped) would one day end up in his arms.
"I still love you Norge, Alex…" But he had made it obvious he didn't feel the same in any way, so Matthias would give him up. He didn't like him, he didn't want to be his friend, he hated him… Maybe this would be better for both of them. Things would be happier this way, but…
It already felt like he was dying.
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Iceland grumbled but walked back to his bedroom. Norway sighed and stepped outside to the chilly afternoon air. He closed the door behind him and slid his hands into his pockets. Then he started walking the well known path to his best friend's college dorm a few blocks away.
"FOCUS, DANEMEISTER, FOCUS..." He thought to himself. He stuck his tonque out of hi
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Fine, here Kali. Fanfiction. Have this until I can write something new...
I wrote this thing a while ago and reading over it I think it could've been done better. Also, there is a second part/partner story which is what I started first but is so far not yet finished. That'll be up sometime as well.
Song: Cold as You by Taylor Swift
APH (C) Hidekaz Himaruya
Song (C) Taylor Swift
Story (C) ~kezia12345
I wrote this thing a while ago and reading over it I think it could've been done better. Also, there is a second part/partner story which is what I started first but is so far not yet finished. That'll be up sometime as well.
Song: Cold as You by Taylor Swift
APH (C) Hidekaz Himaruya
Song (C) Taylor Swift
Story (C) ~kezia12345
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Oh Farore i need a second part!!! D':