It had been a few hours since the kiss and Norway hadn't left his room. He was still curled up into a ball on his bed. Denmark's sudden seductiveness had turned him on but also freaked him out. He wasn't used to this feeling. He had never had a crush, never been in a relationship. Centuries of nothing and suddenly Denmark makes a move.

He heard a knock on the door and didn't reply. He had changed back into his blue striped pajamas, wanting to sleep for what seemed like a century. As he heard a second knock, he let out a small groan, showing his approval. He stayed facing the opposite wall as the door opened and Denmark walked in. He walked over to the bed and sat down silently. Norway stayed still, still not looking at the Dane who had walked in.

"Norge, I'm sorry." he admitted, looking down at the Norwegian who was obviously avoiding his gaze. "It's just- you know I love you. But I never admitted it because I know you wouldn't reciprocate my feelings. And now, it's centuries later, and I've still never done anything about it. I was sick of not being able to be with you. I want to love you, I want you so bad but you never seem to care."

Norway heard a sniffle coming from Denmark. Was he crying? He felt a weird feeling in his stomach as he heard Denmark talk about loving him. Norway had felt the same way, never brave enough to admit it. Norway turned around to see the usually lively Danish man with tears running down his face. The look on his face made it feel like Norway had just been shot in the heart.

As Denmark sat with his eyes watering, Norway stared at the ground quietly. He imagined how things would change if he responded. Did he really want to be in a relationship? Could he possible let himself be that vulnerable?

"I'm sorry Den." Norway muttered quietly before getting up and walking out of the room. He went downstairs and put on his jacket and boots, running away from any feelings that he might have. Finland asked where he was going as the Norwegian opened the door, but he received no response.

Norway walked through their vast backyard for roughly a half mile until he reached the thick woods that served as the barrier between the wilderness and their home. His eyes began to water as the icy air hit him. It was below freezing and the sunlight didn't reach the floor of the dark woods. He felt himself grow increasingly colder as he trudged through the woods, two feet of snow slowing him down in the process. 

He knew they would come looking for him after a while, but he paid no attention. As his hands and feet grew numb, he decided to stop and sit for a while. He kept walking until he reached the tree stump he often visited when he needed an escape. When he and Denmark were younger, they had both carved their names into the stump. It always filled him with nostalgia to revisit it, so whenever he was feeling down, he came back. As a cold wind hit his body once more, he decided to sit down. The dark woods were lonely, yet tranquil, and helped let Norway clear his mind.

Denmark had just said the three words Norway knew he had wanted to hear his entire life, but was too afraid to say back. He felt disgusted with himself as he thought of the Dane crying on his bed as Norway fled the house, too scared of his own feelings to even consider those of the Danes. 

"Idiot." Norway muttered under his breath, scolding himself for being so guarded all the time. He knew he had been cold and heartless, and it was tearing him up inside. Sure, Denmark was the most annoying person he had ever known, but no one deserves that. No one. 

Norway felt the cold creep through the surface of his skin and let the pain of the icy wind hit him as he stayed still, sitting on the old tree stump. He knew if he stayed out for too long, he'd get hypothermia, but he didn't care. He sat for a while before finally deciding it was time to stop running from his feelings. He stood from the tree stump, not even feeling pain as his numb legs sunk back into the cold snow. He took a few steps before he heard a noise from behind him. The forest was dark so he squinted as he saw a dark figure dart from in between the trees. He shivered as a wave of fear slowly crept through him. His breath hitched as he heard branched crack from the forest. He turned back around and started running in the direction towards his house. He heard footsteps behind him but didn't look back as he concentrated on moving his legs. The numbness wasn't helping as he tried to push his body. He was nearly out of the woods before he felt a rock hit him in the back of the head. It wasn't too hard, but it was hard enough for him to turn around with anger.

"I was a viking once you know! I'm not afraid to kick your ass." Norway called out, a concoction of fear and anger brewing in his stomach.

"Oh, really?" Norway heard, a familiar voice laced with venom suddenly rang through his ears. He had heard that voice before, but couldn't remember where. He was about to retaliate but was stopped as someone grabbed him from behind. He tried to scream but a hand covered his mouth. He saw a needle slip into his arm before he passed out into his attackers arms.