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DenNor--TitanicNot many things startled the Norwegian. He got bored during suspense films, and yawned at horror movies. If a meteor fell in front of him while he was walking, he wouldn't even blink an eye.
But what was really frightening to him was seeing Denmark, wrapped up in a fuzzy blue blanket, sobbing his eyes out.
It had started out as a normal day; if you could call any day in the Nordic household normal. Norway had been the first one up, so he took his time getting out of bed. A lot of time, to be exact (Norway knew he was not the most cheerful person to be around in the morning). By the time he fixed his hair and straightened his bow, all of the other Scandinavian countries were up already.
Except for Denmark.
A polite Fin, who was busily flipping pancakes, was the first to greet him. "Good morning Norway! Would you care to wake Denmark up? Breakfast is almost ready." With a silent nod of the head he walked off towards the Dane's bedroom, suppre
oo2. LoveLove: A form of insanity that is often caused from spending too much time with someone. Can lead to reckless decisions and, in some cases, horrible depression or false happiness.
It was something Norway had tried to avoid, something he never thought would happen to someone like himself. When he had gone to Finland for advice on what was happening to him, he got a simple, dreadful answer.
"You're in love, Norway!"
He had just brushed it off as a misdiagnosis though. Finland didn't know him, he didn't know how his brain worked. Though he did know what it was like to be in love, and Norway carried all the symptoms. He knew it himself too. His pulse raced from the simplest touch, hearing that voice sent shivers through his body. All of these years he thought he was happy, but now his heart ached with every passing day.
"Norge! Noooorge!" He curled himself into a ball under the covers of his bed, yelling back at the voice by the door.
"Go away, I don't wanna deal with you right now, Danmark
o73. I Can'tIt was the end of summer; I had the flowers in my hand and her in sight. I had been planning how I was going to confess my feelings to her for months, and all I had come up with was giving her some of her favourite flowers. Now all I had to do was get up from the bush I was hiding behind and hand them to her. A warm breeze blew past her, making the white summer dress she was wearing blow in the wind with almost an angelic affect.
"I can't do this."
"What? Come on, she obviously likes you. Just give her the flowers and tell her how you feel. It's easy."
"But I can't, Greece. Look at her, she's so..." I peeked out from behind the bush, ducking down quickly when she started to turn my way. "There's no way she would like someone like me."
"Taiwan's obsessed with you, Japan. And since you won't go with my idea of just bedding her, you might as well give her those flowers before she thinks you hate her."
"But--" Turning, I saw Greece was already asleep. Well there went my only cheerleader. I
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