Awkward Moments(Denmark)

[Denmark]

"It's...It's just..." Denmark fumbled over his words as the tears kept coming, his lips shaking and his shoulders trembling. He knew his face would be blotchy and red by now, but he didn't care.
"I love you so much Norway...I just want you to be happy, and I'll give up anything for that!"

Denmark shook his head as he said it, careful not to hit the other, but trying to express his feelings. He tightened his grip slightly, his fingers clenching the smaller man, as he tried to put all his feelings, all his love into that one movement.

"I..I know you have Canada now, and I'm happy, I just wish that I could have been the one to make you happy! I wanted to be the one that made you smile."

He could barely speak now as tears trickled into his mouth and dripped off his nose and chin, making the edges of his lips chapped and inflaming his eyes.

"That's all I ever wanted..."

[[x] Norway]

"H-how long..." Norway finally asked. Everything that Denmark was saying was hurting his heart he just wanted to know how long that the dane had these feelings for him...

The older man hoped and prayed that they were feelings that came out only a short time ago...to know that the man had feelings for him since forever would kill him on the inside...but he figured this was a small price to pay for what Denmark was feeling.

To see the person you loved with another person would be heart renching...he could only imagen what Denmark was thinking and what he went through when he was at his wedding and saw him and Canada kiss...and at the reception to...it felt like a knife was in his heart...

[Denmark]

"I..." Denmark didn't know what to say when he heard Norway mumble some words into his chest.

If he told him the truth it would make Norway sad...er. And then he would feel guilty. Currently he knew he was making the Norwegian sad, he was crying for christ's sakes! But...it was because Denmark was telling him his feelings.

He couldn't bring himself to feel sad or guilty about his own feelings. He knew he wanted Norway, and that was the bitter truth. But he also knew that above that, he wanted Norway to be happy! Surely, by not forcing Norway to be with him or doing something else similarly stupid that meant he would be forgiven?

"...I..."
How? How...How did you tell someone you had loved them for over 1000 years when you had no right to love them. When they were too good for you.

When they had someone else.

[[x] Norway]

Norway clutched the cloth that was under his hands. It hurt the cuts on his fingers but...he didnt care. His fingers were the least of his problems....he was hurting his best friend...the man who had been there all of his life...the guy who had protected him when he was weak or sick....

"Please...tell me." the nordic mumbled as he felt the tears flow down faster. "I-I.......I did love you...." The words felt so forgien to his mouth but it was the truth. A long time ago, maybe it was his viking years that he felt like it was love between him and the Dane....

[Denmark]

Denmark gasped, a harsh rattling sound that gurgled in his throat.

He...

What...?

Denmark did not know what to say, he couldn't say anything, his limbs were frozen, the tears in his eyes ceased falling, his heart failed to beat, his chest lay still, he felt like no breath escaped his mouth.

And then the enormity of what Norway had really said hit him.
He was an idiot.

Denmark had known that for a long time.
But now...This...he couldn't...

If he hadn't been a COWARD back then and had just told Norway his feelings when they were younger...maybe they wouldn't be in this situation today.
Maybe he wouldn't be clutching a married man, a man that was married to another person and a man that he loved and had always loved and he thought he would continue to love until the day his country fell apart and his bones dissolved into ashes and he returned to the earth.

"Forever."

[[x] Norway]

Norway felt his body stiffen and everything and time seemed to stop...he looked up to the Dane and tried to find some source of a lie...anything that wasnt the truth that he was looking at...but he couldnt find anything.

Finally, the nordic just broke and started crying loudly into Denmarks chest and clutching onto the clothing infront of him. Why did it hurt so much....why did he have to start feeling old feelings again...why did this have to happen when him and Canada finally made up and where actually happy with one another...

Why?

[Denmark]

Denmark didn't know how to respond to Norway...not his words, none were spoken, but his movements...the tension of his body, his ragged breathing. How?

He could feel the tug of Norway's hand on his shirt, the damp material chaffing against his skin, but he didn't care.
Norway was looking to him for support for once. For once in his life it was time to do something right.

He tentatively raised a hand and placed it on the back of the Norwegian's head and stroked his hair softly.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. I know this isn't fair on you, and I never should have said anything."
He whispered, pressing his mouth into the others' blonde locks and breathing deeply, intaking his scent. He closed his eyes and more tears fell, shimmering on Norway's head.

"It's my fault...I know...It's all my fault."

[[x] Norway]

Norway felt his body shaking as Denmark stroked the back of his head.

"No, its my fault..." the nordic choaked out. "I-I should have at least told you a long time ago but...." he couldnt finish. If he told the dane then he wouldnt have meet and feel in love with Canada...he was such a kind and sweet man....and Norway loved him more then anyone else in the world but...now that Denmark was here and they were crying in eachothers arms like they did with eachother when they were little everything seemed to change.

[Denmark]

Denmark continued to stroke Norway's head as he buried his own in the others' soft hair.

He didn't understand what Norway was saying. He knew the man was introverted, he wouldn't have ever expected him to tell Denmark what he was feeling. He only ever told him when he was being annoying...or loud...or obnoxious.

"No...No. Never Norway. Never." He shook his head, tasting the tang of salt on his tongue as tears slipped into his mouth. He couldn't stand it if Norway was blaming himself! It would never be his fault!

He had assumed Denmark didn't feel the same and had moved on...and found someone better, someone who he didn't get exasperated at every 5 minutes, someone who knew how to say what he meant without exaggerating and being an idiot, someone who was gentle and kind all the time, someone who was better than him.

Someone else.

[[x] Norway]

Norway sniffled and looked up at the Dane. "Y-your such an idiot...." he finally said as he tried wiping the tears out of his eyes. He didnt like crying in front of others...Denmark especially. He studied the Dane's face and felt more tears come out...

He was crying because of him...Denmark or all people....slowly, the nordic man reached up and wiped the tear's off of the taller man's cheek. It was a small sign of affection but...it was something.

The norweigen's hand ran it's self over Denmarks lips and sighed. When he did have feelings he would always wonder whaty would it be like to kiss those lips but now it would happen anytime soon....he was married to a loving man who he never wanted to hurt...Norway just closed his eyes and buried his face back into the Dane's chest.

[Denmark]

"I know..." He whispered, looking down into Norway's deep blue eyes, which were red round the edges, and his cheeks were swollen and red, his nose all blotchy.
To anyone else, at that moment, Norway might have seemed unattractive, but to him, who had so often seem him show so little emotion, he seemed more human at this moment.

And that had it's own charm.

He blinked slowly as Norway's thumb traced the line of his cheek, gently wiping away his tears.
Somehow this movement made him sadder, it was bittersweet.

And action of what could have been.

He sighed slightly, squeezing his eyes shut, pushing those last tears out from under his eyelids, as Norway gripped his shirt again.
Denmark pulled his hand back down and embraced the smaller man tightly.

He didn't want to let go. He didn't. He knew he'd have to, but why waste this rare moment?

[[x] Norway]

Norway's heart hurt so much....he felt like he was going to die from heart break if it was even possible, but he wasnt the one who had his heart broken...was he? Denmark was the one who loved someone he couldnt have.....right? It wasnt Norway....

The nordic man closed his eyes and wanted to stay hugging the Dane alittle while longer..."W-what do we do..." he mumbled into the taller man's chest. He knew that they couldnt go back to the way things were now, right?

[Denmark]

He could feel Norway's fast breathing against him, the breathing of a man clutched in sorrow.
He felt so, so bad. He hadn't wanted this, he had just come to get something for his headache...and now, it was most certainly worse.

He had the kind of headache that came from crying a lot, his eyes stung and his nose was blocked.
But he didn't care, he had Norway in his arms.

"We...don't do anything...you...need to return to Canada...to the man you're sworn to."

He had a headache, and most certainly a heartache as well.

[[x] Norway]

Norway knew that he had to do that.....he had to go to where Canada was and pretend that this never happened...he'd be with a man that made his emotions surface more and Demark would be alone....and heart broken.....and hurting all alone.

"Im sorry......" the nordic said as he looked up at the Dane. Slowly he lifted up his hand and carresed the edges of the taller man's face. He let his fingers run through the bits of Denmarks hair and once again his fingers went to those lips. His heart still hurt....there was knives in his heart...

The nordic left his fingers on Denmark's lips and he just stared at the Dane blankly.....

[Denmark]

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Denmark blinked softly at Norway.
"You don't have to be. It was my fault."

He didn't want the other to blame himself for something he had no control over. He wanted the Norwegian to go back to Canada and forget about Denmark, forget that he had said all this, then he would be happy.

If there were some way for him to make Norway forget this conversation he would do it.
It hurt him to think that the man he loved would be happier forgetting his feelings for him, but it was the truth.

Before Denmark had turned up Norway was in a stable relationship, now he was married. But because he, Den, had turned up, he was sobbing into his shirt, regretting his actions and decisions and raising doubts and feelings from the past that should have been buried long ago.

"Forget about this Norway...it's the only way."
Norway had magic...maybe he could make himself forget? Wouldn't it be beneficial for him? For him and his relationships, and his mental health.

Denmark himself didn't want to forget, he knew that even if he did he'd just make the same mistake again, but if he remembered and Norway did not then he wouldn't. Then Norway could continue, oblivious and in love, and he would watch from the sidelines, making sure the Norwegian was never sad again.