I'll Always Love You

"I'm sorry, Nor..." Denmark whispered, his face caked with bruises and a little blood. He was beaten up bad by Sweden. Again. He was sweating, despite the fact it was freezing with the snow already fallen. And he had just lost all rights of Norway to Sweden.

"Come 'long, Norway," Sweden turned, beginning to walk away, snow crunching under his boots.

Norway stared at Denmark in cold disbelief. "You lost..." He whispered.

The taller man smiled, hiding his pain. He placed a weak and shivering gloved hand on Norway's blond hair.

Norway swatted his hand away, his violet eyes glaring. "Don't touch me," he shot with a cold tone.

Denmark's eyes widened, almost filling with tears. "N- Nor..."

"Shut up! Just shut up! Get out of my sight! I never want to see you again!"

Denmark slowly stepped back, eyebrows tilting downwards.

Norway turned right before his tears fell. He ran after Sweden without a glance back.

Denmark fell to his knees, tears overflowing. He stared after Norway until he was out of sight. He let out a small sob, pounding a gloved fist onto the compacted snow. He yelled at the sky in agony, his face now covered with the wetness of his tears.

Norway slowed down upon hearing Denmark's cry. He slowly turned around, seeing nothing but snow and a few trees. Tears flooded his vision, and he fell to his knees, burying his face with his hands. He sobbed for a good while, letting out broken words of "Denmark" and "Why".

Sweden stood behind Norway, watching as Norway's façade was now shattered. He sighed a little, looking away. "'e loves you."

Norway slowly looked up and over his shoulder at Sweden. "W- what-"

"'nd you love 'im," Sweden interrupted, looking back at Norway.

The shorter man's tears didn't stop. "W- where are you going with this...?"

"You two w'll meet 'gain soon; Just for now, y' 're under m' care."

Norway let out a small hiccup, looking down at the snow in silence.

"N'w come. We h've a long journey ahead," Sweden turned and began to walk again.

Norway shakily stood up, following Sweden. He glanced over his shoulder every once in a while, hoping, just hoping, that Denmark would appear off in the distance, chasing after them. To beg for Norway. To fall on his hands and knees and beg Sweden to let him keep Norway...

But he never came.

Denmark arrived back home, only to see his baby sister Island of New Denmark playing with the doll that Norway had found for her. Iceland was nowhere to be found.

"H- hey, New..." Denmark forced a smile.

The little girl looked up at her brother, her eyes widening. "B- Bror, what happened?"

"W- what do you mean?"

"Your eyes are red and puffy! Did you cry?"

"N- nah... J- just got stuff in my eyes and had to get them out..."

The girl stood up, hugging her doll. She ran over to Denmark with bare feet.

Denmark chuckled a little. "New, w- where are your little shoes?"

"Didn't wanna put them on," she simply replied.

"Lazy little shit," the man ruffled her hair.

"Where's Big Brother Norge?" The girl asked, ignoring the fact her hair was just messed up.

Denmark froze, his eyes reading sudden pain.

"Bror...?"

"S- Sweden took him away..."

Island of New Denmark slowly looked down at her doll, her eyes filled with sorrow. "So... B- Big Brother Norge isn't coming back...?"

Denmark slowly shook his head.

New Denmark hugged the doll closer, tears filling her eyes. "B- but... But he promised he was g- gonna t- tell me and Ice s- some new s- stories..."

Denmark crouched down, hugging his baby sister. "You'll see him again... I can feel it..."

The girl sobbed into his shoulder.

Many years passed, and many things had happened- as expected. Iceland and Island of New Denmark grew up, Iceland went independent whilst New Denmark stayed at her brother's side, all the likes.

They hadn't seen Norway in a long time- only hearing news of how he gained his independence and such.

Denmark and Island of New Denmark (mainly Denmark) hoped to see him again soon... And they knew exactly how to do so.

Denmark never stopped being on Norway's mind. There were even times when Norway would dream of the old days, how they traveled the seas together as vikings, how they were close as tiny nations... And there were times when Norway would dream, daydream, or just think of how he could have been with Denmark... He wished with all his might to be with Denmark again, but... But at the same time, he didn't want to face him after snapping at him.

Norway decided to take a walk in a park in Oslo, to clear his mind. He slowly strolled along the sidewalk, trapped in his thoughts.

He saw a man who looked a lot like Denmark, his arm around a girl shorter than even Norway.

'Great... Now I'm seeing Denmark everywhere...' Norway quietly groaned at his thoughts. As he walked closer and closer, he soon realized that was no lookalike; That was Denmark himself. 'Who is that girl?' Jealousy welled up in my chest.

The girl spoke up in an accent that was crossed between Danish and Norwegian.

Norway froze, immediately remembering who she was.

Island of New Denmark.

"We'll see him again, right?" She asked Denmark.

Denmark smiled and nodded. "Yeah. And then we can catch up, and he can fulfill his promise to ya."

"And Ice too," she corrected.

"Yeah," Denmark nodded, patting his sister's head.

"Talking about me behind my back, I see," Norway spoke up.

The two Danes looked over, seeing him. They smiled in unison.

Denmark let go of his sister and ran over, embracing Norway. "N- Norge!"

Norway didn't have the heart to shove him away.

"Min gut, I missed you!" Denmark continued. "I never stopped thinking about you!"

This took the shorter man by surprise. Tears blurred his vision, and he slowly hugged back. "I- I never stopped thinking about you either..." He whispered.

They didn't even notice the girl smile and slip away to give them a little privacy.

Denmark slowly pulled away to look at Norway's face. He moved a hand and gently wiped Norway's tears away. He gave a gentle smile. "Did you miss me?"

Norway sniffled. "Of course..."

"I missed you more."

"Impossible."

"Hey, you were the one who yelled at me," Denmark reminded. "I'm sure you wouldn't miss me as much as I missed you."

Norway teared up again, silent.

Denmark smiled a bit more. He moved his face closer, his smile gentle. "Don't worry, Norge; I understand it was out of hurt. And I'm sorry I lost to Sweden. If only I was stronger..."

Norway let out a small sob, burying his face in Denmark's shoulder.

The taller man gently pat the shorter's back, quietly shushing him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry..." Norway whispered through his sobs.

"Don't be sorry, Norge," Denmark took a hold of Norway's face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. He separated after a moment. "Jeg elsker dig, Norge."

Norway sniffled, whispering, "J- jeg elsker deg også..."

"Hey," Denmark smiled more. "Now that we're together again, we should exchange numbers. So that I can always get to talk to ya."

The shorter male nodded a bit. "A- alright..."

"Ah, and one more thing."

"What?"

"I'll always love you, Norge."

"I'll always love you more."

"Impossible."

"I'm magic. Anything is possible for me."

Denmark laughed. "I'm king. Everything has to go my way."

"Keh, asshole."

"Pfft, it'll be yours I'll be sticking my-"

"We're in a public place, you sicko."