When Norway woke up the next morning, his head pounding and his stomach rumbling, he was determined to get the hell out of wherever he was. He made sure to avoid all doorways as he walked back over to the fake window where he had dug for 5 hours the night before. After finding the fire extinguisher the night before, Norway had used it as a shovel when the skin on his hands broke and he too sore to work with them anymore, so as he approached the area he had dug out, he made sure to grab the extinguisher.

Norway sighed and took a deep breath before crawling into the small hole that he had spent hours digging the night before. As his hands met the cold, damp soil he shivered. His lack of food consumption wasn't helping him regain energy, and his ability to circulate blood was decreasing as he got colder and colder. Norway finally decided to dig upwards after getting over his fear of the dirt collapsing on him. He would either starve to death down in the house, or he would take the chance of the dirt collapsing on him and possibly making it out alive. He was willing to risk it. 

Norway dug for hours and hours until he reached what he assumed was the root of some sort of plant. He suddenly felt determined as he realized he was close to being out. The hole was now 10 feet tall and Norway could barely reach the top of it, so he decided to go back into the house and grab something to stand on. Nothing big could really fit through the small window, so he grabbed the Finland, Sweden, and Iceland dolls and stacked them on top of each other as something to stand on. 

"I'm coming for you Den," Norway muttered to himself "I'm sorry."

Norway so desperately wanted to escape and tell Denmark how he felt. Running out of that house when Denmark had confessed his love was the worst decision of his entire life. His heart pounded in fury as he realized how idiotic he had been acting. Why was he so afraid of being vulnerable? Why could he never tell Denmark how he felt? Norway didn't know. He just knew that bottling up his feelings was a mistake. Norway made a promise to himself to stop being so guarded with his feelings once he got out of wherever the hell he was being held captive. 

Norway climbed on top of the three dolls and continued to dig, taking occasional breaks as his arms got tired. The fire extinguisher was getting too heavy to be lifting above his head, so he had given up on it and decided to start using his hands again. He kept getting dirt in his eyes, which was infuriating, but he continued digging as he grew increasingly determined to get out. With each grumble of his stomach his hands moved faster. He was not giving up. 

The hole was about 15 feet deep when Norway reached even more roots, meaning he was even closer. He kept digging and digging, until his eyes were blinded by the sight of sunlight. Though the hole he had created on the surface was only an inch in diameter, he felt like it lit up his whole world. Norway nearly cried tears of joy as he stuck his hand through the hole, feeling the cool breeze on his skin. Freedom. He continued to dig and dig until the hole was big enough for him to escape out of. 

The hole was way above his head and the dolls weren't stacked high enough for him to be able to reach the outside, so he hopped down and went back into the house, furiously searching for anything and everything that could be stacked on top of the dolls. He went back to the small window and crawled through with a few books and a stool that was small enough to fit. He stacked the items up and climbed the makeshift ladder, his heart pounding as he climbed through the hole and into freedom. 

He nearly passed out from exhaustion as he crawled through the small hole and onto the grass that surrounded him. He shut his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, tearing up as he breathed in the fresh air that he so desperately missed. He opened his eyes again and observed his surroundings. He was in the middle of a grass field. There was a little bit of snow on the ground but not as much as the nordic house. There were no trees. He squinted to see that in the distance there seemed to be a pasture. His heart started pounding again as he realized that he wasn't in isolation. 

As the stood up from the cold ground, he began to run towards the pasture, hoping to find another human to give him relief. 

He was finally going home.

To the nordics. 

To Denmark.