There's no way out of this dark place

No hope, no future

I know I can't be free

But I can't see another way

And I can't face another day

Norway entered the home he shared with Denmark, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He did a double-take and gagged when the smell of stale beer, saltiness, and a strange metallic scent reached his nose. Norway's brow furrowed slightly and he stepped further into the house. Beer mugs littered the floor, a definite sign that Denmark had been there, but he wasn't there now.

"Denmark...?" Norway called, his voice cautious. A soft sniffle coming from said nation's bedroom was his reply. Norway knocked on the bedroom door quietly. The sniffling stopped and was replaced by silence. Norway called Denmark's name again and opened the door just a crack. The strong metallic sent from before hit him full force and he had to keep himself bolting.

Denmark lay curled up on the floor, his back facing Norway. He could see the man's shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. Norway hesitated slightly before kneeling next to him. He grimaced when he saw that the metallic scent was from blood that coated Denmark's arms and hands. A piece of broken, bloodied glass was clutched tightly in his right hand. Tears filled Norway's eyes and he gingerly pried the glass from his hands.

"I-Idiot..." Norway said softly, lifting up Denmark's arms so he could inspect his wrists. Denmark looked away, tears in his eyes. The cuts were jagged where the glass had ungraciously ripped through the skin. The bleeding had stopped and the cuts were healed slightly due to his natural healing ability. Thankfully, Denmark hadn't lost enough blood to die. Norway helped Denmark to his feet and wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him steady as he led him towards the main room. Denmark leaned heavily against him, shaking from the effort of just walking.

"Why the hell would you try to kill yourself?!" Norway growled. Denmark's lip quivered and he looked down at his feet. Norway sighed and took him to the kitchen. After taking the wash bowl and filling it with water from the pitcher beside it, Norway dipped a cloth in it started to wash the blood from Denmark's arms.

"I'm sorry," Denmark whispered, his head hanging with shame. "I just have so many regrets, and I can't see a way out of this...I-I couldn't  take it anymore...a-and you were gone for so long, I-I thought..." Denmark's voice trailed off and he started crying again. Norway finished cleaning Denmark's wrists and hands, both the cloth and water stained red. He hadn't realized he was crying until Denmark composed himself somewhat and wiped the tears from his face.

"Hey, it's okay...I-I'm fine now, please don't cry," Denmark pleaded, placing his hands on the younger's shoulders. Norway glared up at him through his tears, trembling. "You...you idiot!! I can't believe that you'd think I'd leave you! And even if I did, it's no reason to kill yourself! Who would look after Iceland if I was gone and you were dead?!" Denmark shrugged.

"The villagers...he's with one of the families now, in fact." Norway scowled and shook his head. "That's the stupidest thing you've ever said," he muttered. Denmark's expression hardened and he headed back to his room. "Everything I say is stupid to you."