Post by Denmark on Aug 26, 2012 17:29:18 GMT -5
Denmark stumbled forwards slightly as Norway tackled him from behind.
"No. Norway. NO." Denmark shook his head violently, refusing to look at him, looking at the floor, the cieling, the walls, anywhere but the crying Nordic clinging to his back.
He stiffened slightly at the next part, but, ignoring the cries and tugs from his heart, Denmark tried to use his head for once.
"I..." Denmark blinked slowly, pushing the tears to fall faster. "I would have told you not to be stupid. Not to live in the moment, I would have told you to think about who has made you happier."
Now he did turn, prying Norway off of him. The Dane faced him squarely, all his emotions on full view.
"Norway. I had never seen you smile before. You had smirked occaisonally, but you had never smiled at me. Nothing I've done has ever made you smile before, you've always just ignored me, hit me, strangled me with my tie, frowned at me, or shouted at me.'
Denmark clenched his hands into fists, angry that he couldn't put his mask up at that moment. He hated this. He hated being like this.
"But...I've seen you a couple of times around the warehouse, and you're smiling. Actually smiling. I can tell that Canada has made you happy. He's given you what I never could."
Denmark breathed in deeply. Ignoring any looks Norway might be giving him, ignoring his tears.
"Something I tried to do for a couple thousand of years he's managed in a few months. I think that shows that your heart know who you prefer. You may be having this turmoil now, but realistically you prefer Canada. You may have feelings for me...but that is probably because we have known each other for so long. It's not the love that keeps couples together like the love between you and Canada is."
Denmark put his hands up to his face, holding it between them. Crying helplessly, but not making a sound. By covering his face he hoped to keep up this mask of indifference. No matter what he was doing he never managed to be himself. But the cheerful, loud, obnoxious Denmark was better than this cold, unemotional Denmark...he didn't want to be crying. But that's what he was doing.
"That's what I would have told you."
"No. Norway. NO." Denmark shook his head violently, refusing to look at him, looking at the floor, the cieling, the walls, anywhere but the crying Nordic clinging to his back.
He stiffened slightly at the next part, but, ignoring the cries and tugs from his heart, Denmark tried to use his head for once.
"I..." Denmark blinked slowly, pushing the tears to fall faster. "I would have told you not to be stupid. Not to live in the moment, I would have told you to think about who has made you happier."
Now he did turn, prying Norway off of him. The Dane faced him squarely, all his emotions on full view.
"Norway. I had never seen you smile before. You had smirked occaisonally, but you had never smiled at me. Nothing I've done has ever made you smile before, you've always just ignored me, hit me, strangled me with my tie, frowned at me, or shouted at me.'
Denmark clenched his hands into fists, angry that he couldn't put his mask up at that moment. He hated this. He hated being like this.
"But...I've seen you a couple of times around the warehouse, and you're smiling. Actually smiling. I can tell that Canada has made you happy. He's given you what I never could."
Denmark breathed in deeply. Ignoring any looks Norway might be giving him, ignoring his tears.
"Something I tried to do for a couple thousand of years he's managed in a few months. I think that shows that your heart know who you prefer. You may be having this turmoil now, but realistically you prefer Canada. You may have feelings for me...but that is probably because we have known each other for so long. It's not the love that keeps couples together like the love between you and Canada is."
Denmark put his hands up to his face, holding it between them. Crying helplessly, but not making a sound. By covering his face he hoped to keep up this mask of indifference. No matter what he was doing he never managed to be himself. But the cheerful, loud, obnoxious Denmark was better than this cold, unemotional Denmark...he didn't want to be crying. But that's what he was doing.
"That's what I would have told you."