(These are a little graphic)

2p Denmark:

The mansion was in burning ruins.
Magnus desperately tore around, looking for his beloved.
The blond Dane saw something, his double standing axe in hand, over (y/n).

He ran towards Matthias to stop him from destroying something else he loved.
The axe came down on his girlfriend, splitting her head in half.
Blood, bone, and brain flew everywhere as the weapon killed the woman Magnus loved.

The dark version of Denmark felt his rage overtake him.
The tall Dane rushed his double and grabbed his throat, "You killed her you bastard!"
He only got a smirk out of Matthias, this sent him over the edge as his fists pummeled the lighter double.

He dropped the man once he stopped moving and walked to his girlfriend, her form was limp in his arms.
She was still beautiful, even in death.
Tears, the first he has felt in years, streamed down is face as he held her.
"I could not protect you.", he choked out, "I'm sorry."
He held her as he let the fire around them consume him.
The great country of Denmark fell.

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2p Sweden:

(Y/n) stumbled back, away from her boyfriend.
Berwald was right.
Bernard was a monster.
She held her hand over her bleeding bite wound.

"Bernard! Stop this!", she cried as the ginger haired man stalked closer.
The tall man stalked forward as she cried, blood staining his mouth.
He gripped his hand over her throat and held her arms together with the other as he sunk in his teeth.

He felt the satisfying tearing of flesh under his teeth, the sweets he fed her did their job as her meat tasted sweet.
The crying she made helped it taste all the better.
He tore and tore until he was satisfied.
His stomach was full and he looked at what he did.

The swede then snapped to his senses,  he had killed his sweetheart.
Her glassed over eyes still in the expression of fear as her mouth was open, like unheard screams of pain were still spilling out.
Bernard picked up the rest of her body and kissed her head, he had screwed up.
Big time.
The swede looked back to the mess he made and walked with his girlfriend's corpse into the wilderness.
Never to be seen again.

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2p Finland:

Thurston had come home to a horrible sight.
His girlfriend's body had been torn to pieces, her intestines littered the floor of the home.
The brunet Finn found her head severed and on a pike.

The scarlet eyed man walked over to his love's head and removed it from the pike.
Blood splatter behind the pike was smeared onto the wall.
'You are next Thurston.' It read.
The Finn knew they meant it.

He held her head and brushed her hair out, this was all over.
He lost his only love.
The Finn walked to his favorite chair and set the gun down after sitting down.
With the head of his beloved nestled in his arms, he awaited death so he could join her on the other side.

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2p Norway:

Ice everywhere.
No warmth.
No happiness, no hope.

Loki had came home and found his best friend mutilated outside, the large dragon was torn apart and the body was scattered everywhere.
He went inside and looked for his girlfriend, praying that she was safe.
His prayers were too late as she was found, frozen to death and encased in a icy pillar.

The pillar acted like a coffin and a sickening message to the Norwegian.
The strawberry blond man placed his warm hand were her face was, the ice melted enough for him to caress her deathly cold cheek.

Tears that felt like they were burning his eyes fell down his cheeks, he lost her.
He was not there to defend her.
Loki pulled her from the pillar and kissed her cold lips, the ice melted and evaporated as he summoned his fire magic, the Pyro decided his fate.
If she wasn't there, neither will he be.

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2p Iceland:

Egil smiled as he and his darling were having a picnic together.
It was a beautiful day and he was happy, (y/n) was smiling as well and laughing at the cheesy jokes that Egil told her.
The (h/c) haired female stopped smiling after a few minutes.
"Kona?", the Icelander asked and saw her skin being eaten away by what looked like a festering place on her hand.

He tried to heal her with his magic but the festering sore got bigger, more appeared on her and she started to cry.
Egil was panicking and tried to heal her more, her clothes fell away to show her skin was eaten away and flesh rotting on her torso.

Her muscles looked like maggots as the skin rotted away, her neck was soon being eaten by the infection.
Her eyes held a glazed over lifeless expression, she was dead.
Her head fell off of her body and rolled on the ground.
(Y/n)'s body was eaten away by the infection and the bones were left, her face was slowly being eaten away.
Egil watched in horror as his beloved had died from an unknown illness, right in front of him.