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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
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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