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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 1, 2012 21:43:38 GMT -5
"I saw what you did Norway, I saw you with Denmark the other day, kissing in this exact spot."
Canada glanced over at Norway, he wanted the older man to confess. Norway thought he hadn't been watching when Norway had kissed Denmark and when they had confessed their love for each other. He looked back down to his left hand, a small cut was on the palm. It wasn't very big or painful, in fact, he had done it to himself. He had been trying to make French toast, perfecting it so that he could make some for Norway one day. They didn't have a bread knife, so he had to use a regular knife for the bread. Before he knew it, he had sliced through the palm of his hand. He wasn't planning on telling Norway that he knew about his little secret, but it seemed like the perfect time.
He walked over to the counter and picked up the gauze like he had said nothing. He calmly unraveled a little of it, the used his teeth to tear it off. He was in a bad mood, so he didn't want to go find some scissors to cut it off with. His front tooth hurt a little from bite, but he would get over it soon enough. He started to wrap the white gauze around his hand, waiting for Norway to repond.
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Post by [x] Norway on Sept 1, 2012 21:49:58 GMT -5
(OH MY GOD I KNOW THAT SONG AND I LOVE IT SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Norway took a while to process everything in his head...he saw all of that? Really? He had to stare at the gauze before finally speaking...."Oh...w-well...you muct have also saw that I left his love for you..." the nordic could feel this atmosphere....and he really didnt like it....He could tell where this was going to go....
The older man looked down at the floor and finally asked, "But...that doesnt help the pain at all does it..." he remembered when he caught Canada and his little brother kissing that one day...he knew he made it difficult for the younger man...and he kind of expected the same type of reaction out of him.... his heart hurt though...would Canada would want to leave him?!....But...maybe he deserved to be left alone....what he had done must have been horrible to watch....
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 1, 2012 22:02:20 GMT -5
(( I KNOW RIGHT? ))
"Only because Denmark didn't want to be with you when you were with me." snapped back Canada. He really didn't want to speak to Norway right now, but he knew it must be done. Norway had to know how he felt, even though Norway probably already had a good idea how he was feeling. Norway had seen Iceland kiss him, but this was differant. Norway had kissed Denmark several times, and Norway had wanted it.
"I know you wanted Denmark, I could see it in your eyes. The way you kissed him-" He tugged at the gauze on his hand, tieing it off into a knot "-that was no ordinary kiss, I know that much."
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Post by [x] Norway on Sept 1, 2012 22:10:50 GMT -5
(that song makes me think of UsxUk.....)
Norway felt a lump in his throat...he knew how he felt that day...he didnt need to be reminded. He looked down at the floor and closed his eyes. Everything that he was feeling that day, was probably a fake....everything was in a rush....The nordic man closed his eyes and tried talking but no words could come out....his relationship was coming apart and it was all of his fault...
"I know...I know ok..." Norway said as he covered his eyes. It was all his fault...all of it..."Im sorry....." he finally whispered as he felt the tears pop out...everything was his fault...everything and every bit of this. He clutched his left hand and felt the cold metal of his wedding ring on his skin...what was going to become of there relationship.......
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 1, 2012 22:51:56 GMT -5
(( It reminds me of Spamano. ))
"Sorry isn't going to make anything better Norway, it never does and it never will." Canada slammed the remaining pieces of gauze onto the counter, making his hand hurt. He lifted his empty hand up and started to rub the now red skin. Sorry wasn't going to cut it this time, The Nordic country was going to have to do something if Norway wanted to win his trust back.
"I very mad at you at the moment, so I doubt anything will make any of this better." continued Canada. Norway was lucky he hadn't lost it yet. Denmark had won, Denmark had stolen Norway away from him, and there was nothing he could do.
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Post by [x] Norway on Sept 1, 2012 23:00:17 GMT -5
Norway felt the tears run down his face. He felt terrible....this was all his fault. His relationship was crumbling around him and all he could do was stand and watch in pain and agony....all of this was his fault. If he had never told Denmark his feelings and not kiss him...then maybe things would have been ok but no...he had to be an idiot and talk about feelings that werent even there anymore...yes the dull pain was still there but the new wound that he was getting at this moment drowned out that pain.
"I know...." he said through his tears. All he could do was agree with Canada....because he was right. He didnt deserve forgiveness...he probably deserved to get slapped around a bit...Norway hated himself....the younger man deserved someone so much better then someone like him....he was old...dying....unfaithful....emotionless...and a failure as a nation...he wanted nothing more then to dissapear on this spot.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 1, 2012 23:39:57 GMT -5
Canada couldn't bare to look at Norway, he hated it when the older country was upset, but he wasn't going to give in so easily. He put his head in his hands, upset about the direction his life was going in. He thought Norway loved him and only him, he thought their love life was perfectly fine. Apparently, it wasn't, or they wouldn't be in this situation. He took his hands away from his face and turned to look at Norway. He had to face the music at some point.
"I'm sorry Norway, but I'm going to need some time to get over this, don't come looking for me." He jerked his head away from Norway's tear-stained face, and walked out of the clinic, letting his own tears fall. He didn't want to leave, but he couldn't make up with Norway right now. The memory and wound was too fresh, he was too hurt right now.
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Post by [x] Norway on Sept 1, 2012 23:54:15 GMT -5
Norway wanted to follow the younger man but five little words rung in his head....'dont come looking for me' they were the only things that kept his feet standing there on the ground as Canada walked away from him......the horrible thing is that there relationship was probably over now.....all that time they had spent together was gone because of one horrible mistake...and it was all his fault.....
The nordic just took off running...he didnt look where he was going and bumped into things that would probably leave bruises later but he didnt care....when he finally reaized it he was on the roof.....he looked around and saw no one in there....flashbacks seemed to start attacking him....there wedding....the quiet moments they just spent together...all of them seemed to hit him without mercy....
Trying to escape....Norway ran into the greenhouse but ended up just hurting himself more as he remembered there first time together....he tried getting out but his hands wouldnt grip the door handle....in the end he just collapsed to the ground and tried to find a place where no one would notice him....he ended up crawling behind a huge plant and he buried his head into his hands and started bawling....
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 2, 2012 12:05:28 GMT -5
Canada couldn't go anywhere without memories coming back, only making the pain worse. Their relationship was gone, finished, and unspokenly so. He hadn't said the relationship was on hold, but both Norway and himself knew it was. Maybe...it would be on hold forever. No, it couldn't possibly be that way, could it? He could really use a glass of wine right about now, just a little something to forget that day, and this day. Drowning his sorrows in alchohol wouldn't solve anything, but it would certainly help him forget.
His wandering feet brought him back to his own bunk bed. He collapsed onto the bed and buried his face into the pillow. There was only one thing to be done now, and that was cry. He cried until there were no more tears to be shed, his eyes were puffy and red, his head acheing from crying so much, and his jaw sore was screaming into the pillow. He felt so weak and tired. He wished that he had someone to talk to, anyone would do. He just wanted to be next to another person, well, anyone but Norway. He was still very mad, and very very sad.
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Post by [x] Norway on Sept 2, 2012 12:51:52 GMT -5
(....why do i see norway suicidal....)
Norway's heart hurt, his head hurt and everything else in between. He knew everything was his fault....all of it. Maybe now, Canada would find someone who loved him more then he ever would....he wanted to let go of all of this pain and he really only knew one way to let it go.
Slowly he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his pocket knife and pulled out the knife. Norway stared at it for a little while and tried thinking himself out of it...but it didnt really work. He had done this before when the pain had built itself inside of him and he wanted to just let it all out....besides no one ever really questioned the scars on his arms anymore, they just thought they were from some battles.
The nordic man put the knife to his inside arm and slid it. A thin line of crimson appeared and started dripping onto his pants. Again and again he drew the small knife over his skin and all the way to his wrist. Norway knew that he shouldnt even be doing this but he seriously didnt care anymore...he couldnt even feel anything anymore.
Finally after he put maybe 5 slits he dropped the knife pn the floor and he stared at the blood. His arm was now covered in a deep maroon red and the stench of blood surrounded him....everything was telling him to clean it up but he didnt want he. Norway leaned his head on a potted plant and sighed...he just wanted to sulk alone for a while....
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 2, 2012 14:44:39 GMT -5
(( TT~TT No! Don't die on me Norway! ))
Canada was really tired after crying, but he didn't want to go to sleep in the middle of the day. He would never be able to get to sleep tonight. He rubbed his eyes, trying to wipe away the remaining trace of tears. He just couldn't cry anymore, he was all cried out. There was only one thing that he could think of that would help him, and it would be hard to get.
He slipped out of bed and shakily stood up. He clung to the railing over the long drop to the floor. If he fell right now, it might all be over, all of his pain would be gone. He shook his head violently. No, he couldn't end his life right now, not without saying good-bye to anyone. He was too afraid to die anyway, what would happen to him? What lay beyond death for a country? No one knew until they disappeared, so he didn't want to know anymore.
Suddenly, the railing made a creaking sound. Canada jumped away from the metal, afraid that he would fall away to his death. He collapsed into a ball on the ground, yelling "I don't want to die yet, please not yet!"
More tears came streaming down his face. It was a pitiful sight, laying on the ground like this. He knew he had to get up, but he just didn't have the strebgh to yet. What if the whole platform collapsed on him? His hand shakily came up to his face and tried to wipe away the tears. There was no way he could wipe away all of them, there was just to many.
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Post by [x] Norway on Sept 2, 2012 15:14:51 GMT -5
(i wont!)
Norway felt energy leaving his body...was this finally his time? Was he finally going to die? A small smile graced his lips. Canada would be able to live happily without him....finally....maybe the younger man seeing him and Denmark was a blessing in disguize....the nordic man moved the plant away from him and crawled out of his hiding spot.
The t-shirt that he was wearing was now drenched in his own blood and it was irritaing his skin.....he took it off and through it out of his sight....his pants were bloody to and he did the same to those.....he felt his body start tingling....he tried to look at his body and he layed down on the cold hard floor of the greenhouse.
Yeah....this was his time wasnt it....Denmark would now live his life without him....his little brother wasnt going to miss him....and now his husband and him were probably broken up and would probably never ever become a happy couple again... Norway smiled sadly and closed his eyes and wondered what it was like dying....guess he was going to find out....
(I KNOW HOW THIS SOUNDS BUT I PROMISE I WONT DIE!!!)
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 2, 2012 20:12:18 GMT -5
Canada shakily stood back up. He was so pitiful, acting like this over a little break up, but he just couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't stand the fact of losing Norway. He wanted Norway back, right now. He wanted to go up to Norway and hug him until the older country couldn't breathe any more. He wanted to kiss Norway until his lips were swollen shut. Ok, maybe kissing was a bit too much for just getting back together, but he still wanted it none the less.
He stayed far away from the railing while making his way downstairs. He couldn't remember which way Norway had gone, but he knew the Nordic wouldn't be in the hospital wing. First he checked the common room, then the kitchen, but Norway was no where to be found. Next he checked the science lab, but Norway wasn't in there either. There was only one last place to check, and that was the roof. The roof held so many memories for Norway and him, so why would Norway be there? Maybe Norway was trying to forget everything by going to the places with the strongest memories.
He made his way up to the roof, but couldn't find Norway. The Nordic must be in the green house then. He walked up the the green house door, took a deep breathe, and opened the door.
What he saw made his eyes go wide. Norway was laying on the floor, covered in blood. Well, not really covered, but there was still a lot of blood, so much blood. He ran over to Norway side, sat down, and started to freak out. "Norway! Oh my Pangea, why would you do this? You're bleeding everywhere! We need to get a medic, or at least something to wrap this with right away. Please don't die on me Norway. I love you, don't leave me like this, you can't leave me now. I forgive you! Just don't leave me..."
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Post by [x] Norway on Sept 2, 2012 23:00:19 GMT -5
(....hehehehehe.....Pangea.....so many dirty thoughts....is it wrong that i feel like a perv for thinking wrong?)
Norway heard some noise around him and his eyes fluttered open. Everything looked blurry....but he could fainly make out the outline of Canada. He smiled a bit and choaked out, "L-let me go....you'll be happier without me." he tried lifting his hand but he couldnt really move anything at the moment.
His body felt really cold....it felt like he was in the snow naked and without a blanket..."I-im cold." He whispered as he moved closer to the warm body that was next to him. Norway really did want to cry but he felt like he had ran out of tears. He wondered what he looked like....he must have looked pathetic...."Im sorry..." he finally whispered before he passed out from exaustion.
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Sept 3, 2012 0:27:51 GMT -5
(( No, it's ok, I have some dirty thoughts as well. ))
"No, I won't, I'll be happier with you here." argued Canada. He latched onto Norway's uninjured hand like his life depended on it. He couldn't help but thinking, Norway did this on purpose, and it was all his fault. If only he hadn't yelled at Norway, if only he had just forgotten all about the incident. Then Norway wouldn't be hurt, and they both wouldn't be crying.
"You can't leave me Norway, you just can't." whispered Canada. He pulled Norway closer to him, trying to make Norway warmer by hugging him. He soon noticed that Norway was unconcious. He had to get Norway to a warmer place, and take care of his wounds. He carefully picked up Norway, grabbing the older country's clothes as well. He stepped out of the greenhouse and made his way to the hospital wing.
When he made it to the hospital wing, he set Norway down on the table in there. Immediantly, he searched around for a washcloth. When he found one, he set a corner of it under the sink and got it wet. He walked over to Norway and used the wet side to wash off all the remaining blood. Then he took the dry side, wiped off the water left by the wet side of the cloth, and pressed it onto the cuts. If he applied pressure to the cuts, then they should stop bleeding. After a while, he slowly pulled the cloth away. All of the blood was wiped away, so now he should wrap the arm.
He walked over to the cabinets and found some gauze to wrap the hand. He how else to help Norway's wound, so this would have to do. He tore off a very long strip of the bandage material and lifted up Norway's arm. He wrapped the stuff several times around Norway's arm before placing Norway's hand at his side again and putting up the bandages. Now all he could do was wait for Norway to wake up.
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