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Denmark has been weeping for hours in his room with his door locked. Iceland has been trying to get him out and tried to talk to him about it but Denmarks only reply was "Leave me alone! It's you damn brothers fault!!"
"But Denmark, he isn't even here! Please come out! Besides it's late and I made dinner, and Finland and Sweden should be home soon." Iceland said, turning the knob on the door to try to get in.
The door swung open and Denmark stood there, eyes red from crying and his hair all messed up. "What about Norway?.. Shouldn't he be coming as well?" Denmark asked, looking at Iceland. "I'm not sure when he's coming home...But you shouldn't worry about that now, come." Iceland replied as he walked to the kitchen with Denmark following close behind him.
On the table, it had Roast Beef, Mashed Potato's, and Rolls of Bread. Denmark and Iceland took a seat at the table and started to eat the food. "It's good..." Denmark said, eating a roll of bread. "Thank you Denmark." Iceland said, finishing up the food that was on his plate. "Your welcome.." they both sat there in silence until they heard the front door open and close to see Sweden and Finland enter the room.
"Hey there guys! We are back!" Finland said joyfully as he took a seat across from Denmark an looked at the food while Sweden took a sear next to Finland. "The food looks great!" Finland continued, taking some food and putting it on his plate like what Sweden done moments before. "It taste's good too." Denmark said as he got up and took his and Iceland's plate up to the dishwasher.
"I'm going up to bed..." Denmark said, walking up to his room and closed the door. Denmark laid back on his bed and looked at his phone. To his surprise, they were all from _______. He quickly looked at all of them
Messages from _______.
"Hey Denmark!! Norway and I are going to get ice cream! Wanna come? 4:31 p.m. from _______"
"Hey Denmark, are you mad at me? You usually answer my texts... 5:11 p.m. from ________"
"You know what Denmark, forget it. If I made you mad then I'm sorry! Please answer me. 5:45 p.m. from _______"
"Denmark, your the worst friend ever... 6:21 p.m. from ______"
Denmark stared at the text messages. 'I'm the worst friend to her?.. Then... That means she will never love me like I love her..' Denmark thought as tears welled up in his eyes and fell onto his phone screen.
"But Denmark, he isn't even here! Please come out! Besides it's late and I made dinner, and Finland and Sweden should be home soon." Iceland said, turning the knob on the door to try to get in.
The door swung open and Denmark stood there, eyes red from crying and his hair all messed up. "What about Norway?.. Shouldn't he be coming as well?" Denmark asked, looking at Iceland. "I'm not sure when he's coming home...But you shouldn't worry about that now, come." Iceland replied as he walked to the kitchen with Denmark following close behind him.
On the table, it had Roast Beef, Mashed Potato's, and Rolls of Bread. Denmark and Iceland took a seat at the table and started to eat the food. "It's good..." Denmark said, eating a roll of bread. "Thank you Denmark." Iceland said, finishing up the food that was on his plate. "Your welcome.." they both sat there in silence until they heard the front door open and close to see Sweden and Finland enter the room.
"Hey there guys! We are back!" Finland said joyfully as he took a seat across from Denmark an looked at the food while Sweden took a sear next to Finland. "The food looks great!" Finland continued, taking some food and putting it on his plate like what Sweden done moments before. "It taste's good too." Denmark said as he got up and took his and Iceland's plate up to the dishwasher.
"I'm going up to bed..." Denmark said, walking up to his room and closed the door. Denmark laid back on his bed and looked at his phone. To his surprise, they were all from _______. He quickly looked at all of them
Messages from _______.
"Hey Denmark!! Norway and I are going to get ice cream! Wanna come? 4:31 p.m. from _______"
"Hey Denmark, are you mad at me? You usually answer my texts... 5:11 p.m. from ________"
"You know what Denmark, forget it. If I made you mad then I'm sorry! Please answer me. 5:45 p.m. from _______"
"Denmark, your the worst friend ever... 6:21 p.m. from ______"
Denmark stared at the text messages. 'I'm the worst friend to her?.. Then... That means she will never love me like I love her..' Denmark thought as tears welled up in his eyes and fell onto his phone screen.
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