002. Love

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Norway's LOVEly journal entry

   Despite Denmark being an idiot, having a temper, and 'King' complex- I love him. I may not say that much. But, I mean it. Why else did I stick with him for centuries?
  We were childhood friends. We experienced our first kiss and first time together. We've been through viking raids to financial slumps. Wars and unions. Wins and losses.
  Though I'll never admit it to him, during the Kalmar Union.... When he and Berwald were 'close'- I was jealous and depressed. Because, I wanted to be Denmark's lover. Even if Sweden and Denmark's relationship was full of mixed up hate, anger, and sex- It was still a relationship with Denmark. Mathias.
  When Tino and Berwald ran off.... Mathias was so broken.... And I tried to help fix him. That started with being nicer to him, smiling at him more, doing small things for him.... Then that turned into us getting closer and closer. One cold night while we were huddled together under a soft blanket, he hugged me close to him. Kissed me, touched me, made love to me. And in the morning, unlike the first time when we were viking teens just having fun- He stayed by me.
  After that night, we were a couple. A bit late, since our union had been going on for quite some time and we were already ' married '.
  When I took in Iceland, I was worried it would affect our relationship badly. But, I never realized Denmark did so well as a father figure until then.
  But, all good things must come to an end. So, I was sent to live with Berwald. I was so angry.... I wouldn't speak to him for so long.... Then I realized.... He missed Finland just as much as I missed Denmark.... So, we comforted each other. I'm still unsure if I should tell Denmark. Even if we weren't together in any way while I was under Sweden- he'd be hurt so badly....
  Another thing, Berwald is a good friend. No matter what Denmark did with him, or what I did with him. No matter what past he's had at all with Denmark.
  Back to this, I was given independence. Which was great, I got to see Denmark on my own accord. And many, many other reasons as to why it was great, of course.
  We got back together.... Stayed together.... And then there was THAT war.... Denmark was just so.... I never got to see him, they made sure of that.... He sent so many of his people to Sweden.... That probably killed him inside.... And after the war ended and I got to see him again.... I invited him through mail to come visit Oslo, where I would pick him up. I spotted him before he saw me. Mathias looked so.... Tired and depressed and moody.... Then he saw me.
  And I saw the Mathias I loved run to me, scoop me up in his arms, and kiss me. Right there, in the middle of that huge crowd of people. His smile was back, eyes bright, and I forgot how much I missed that voice, 'I've missed you so much!! I never want us to be apart for so long ever again, jeg elsker dig!!'
  So far, we haven't been apart since then. And I am fine with that. Because I love Denmark.
......Do people honestly write entries like this on a daily basis?


    -Jeg elsker deg, Mathias. The only person I would spend hours writing about.

-Love Norge  P.S. Don't get bigheaded if you find this and read it.