Norway- Sacrifice

                                    

                                          
The hard snow crunched under each foot fall. Each time bringing his foot up again, only to be brought back to the snow in an endless cycle. His cloak flew behind him, struggling to keep up as he pressed against the brisk wind. His foot came down to a thin patch of snow. He felt his foot slide out beneath him as his body crashed forward, into the hard snow.
                          
He pushed himself to his knees, the snow melting to his clothing.
                          
Just beyond him were foot prints. Large and old by several minutes. He leaned closer and saw traces of red just beyond the toe of the print.
                          
He rushed to his feet and began his dash through the snowy field, following the prints as they became increasingly starched with crimson.
                          
His breath caught and his legs worked harder. His cloak flashed behind him, his heart pounded, pumping his blood through his veins.
                          
When he landed in the snow the man on the ground was in bad condition, his clothing soaked with snow and mud, his arm wrapped tightly around his stomach. He pulled on his shoulder, rolling the man onto his back to reveal his face.
                          
He stared down in horror at his friend. His face scratched up and his skin cold to the touch, a blue tint showing.
                          
"Denmark!" He looked at his friend, frightened.
                          
Denmark's eyes slowly opened, a smile gracing his face when he saw his friend. "Hey, Norge," he said softly.
                          
"What happened to you?"
                          
He slowly pulled his hand from his stomach. Blood covered his arm and painted his clothing.
                          
Norway's eyes widened. His hands flew to his neck, working feverishly to remove his cloak.
                          
"Norge." Denmark's hand was at his arm. "Stop, you need that. You'll freeze."
                          
"And you'll die!"
                          
He saw the tears in his eyes that stopped his hands.
                          
"It's too late for me, Norway," he whispered.
                          
"No! I can save you. I just need time!"
                          
"Something that I don't have," he said with a smile.
                          
Norway felt his eyes grow warm, despite the cold air. He felt the tears slip from his eyes.
                          
He took Denmark's hand in his, holding it close. "You can't leave. Who else is going to annoy me all day long?"
                          
Denmark managed a small laugh before it turned into a horrid cough. His lips tinted with red. Norway quickly got closer and wiped it away.
                          
"Norway," he said, barely managing a whisper. "You're my best friend, maybe-"
                          
He hushed him quickly. "No last words. You are not dieing!" he shouted. His hand went to his forehead, wiping away the snow and stray hair from his eyes. "I won't let you go," he whispered.
                          
"You got to tell the others. Tell them I'm sorry."
                          
"No! You're not dieing!" His tears came plentifully, tearing down his cheeks as he saw Denmark's cheek streaming with his own.
                          
His mind scrambled for a way to save him. His wound was bad, and he wouldn't survive much longer in this cold. Then he found it. A spell. He hadn't practiced magic in a while. Never mind one made for multiple people to cast, but he had to try. For Denmark.
                          
"I want let you die," he said softly.
                          
"Norge," his eyes drifted closed, his breath coming slower and slower.
                          
His breathing picked up, his heart raced. "Denmark? Denmark!" His grip grew slack in his hand. Norway held on, taking his other hand in his. He muttered words to himself, ancient incantations lost to generations, but not to him.
                          
There was no light, nothing especially majestic about it. Only when his own lungs yearned for air. Only when he felt the fire burn in his stomach as a phantom blade pulled out. He felt the warmth leave his hands as he dropped beside Denmark.
                          
Denmark gasped. All the pain was gone. He looked beside him for Norway, hoping that his recovery was a miracle. Beside him laid Norway, shivering with blood spilling onto his clothing from his stomach.
                          
He jumped to his side and threw off his cloak. He gently lifted Norway into his arms, pulling his cloak around him as groans escaped his lips.
                          
"Why? Norge, why do to you have to be so stubborn?" he muttered.
                          
He pushed the loose part of the cloak over his stomach, placing pressure and halting the blood flow as much as he could.
                          
"Denmark?" came the small voice.
                          
He looked down to the face in his arms, weary and injured. He felt the tears stream from the corners of his eyes. "I'm right here, Norge."
                          
A smiled crossed his lips. "It worked," he sighed.
                          
"You shouldn't have done that! Norway, you were okay. What did you do to yourself?"
                          
"I saved you." He reached up a shaky hand to Denmark's cheek.
                          
Denmark held his hand there, feeling Norway's cold skin against his own. "You knew you couldn't do that. Why? Norway," he said softly.
                          
"I love you," he whispered, his lips numb from the cold. Tears slipped past his cheeks.
                          
Tears fell down Denmark's cheeks, trailing to his chin. "I love you, too, Norge." His throat closed up, he couldn't breath.
                          
His hand slipped from Denmark's, back to his chest. He smiled up at him, his eyes half closed.
                          
Denmark leaned down, his hand held to Norway's cheek. His lips pressed gently on Norway's forehead, breathing just the tiniest bit of warmth to him.
                          
Norway's eyes drifted shut, his smile still in place.
                          
Denamrk brought his head up, seeing the life gone from his body. He gasped, air rushing to his lungs. He held Norway close, not believing he had left him.
                          
"Norway. Norge, you can't leave," he whispered, his eyes held shut. "Don't leave me."
                          
Soon he disappeared. Norway's body fading into nothing, leaving Denmark's cloak behind. Denmark's arms shot to his chest, his cloak falling to the ground, his sobs overwhelming him. He didn't know how long he sat there, how many hours passed sitting in the cold snow, the wind blowing his hair over his eyes, his tears dripping from his chin. He barely heard his name being called, the panic and worry entwined with the voice.
                          
His shoulder was shaken, a hand calling for his attention. He looked up, his eyes red, tears stained his cheeks. Finland knelt in front of him.
                          
"Denmark, what's wrong? Where's Norway?"
                          
New tears sprung from Denmark's eyes at the mention of his friend's name. He felt his cloak being placed around his shoulders.
                          
"How long have you been here? You're freezing," Finland said, concerned.
                          
"He's gone, Finland," Denmark whispered. "I lost him," he sobbed. "I let him go."
                          
"Who? Denmark, what happened?"
                          
His throat closed up. He couldn't speak, his eyes burned despite the wind. I failed. The only things he could think. He couldn't save Norge.
                          
I'm sorry, Norge. I failed you.
                          
His tears fell to to his hands. He looked to the ground where Norway had once laid, now nothing but snow. A small cross was outlined in the snow. His hand reached out and took the clip. He held it close to him. The only thing Norway had left.
                          
I'm so sorry, Norway. I love you.
                          
"I'm sorry."

                          
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So, I got this idea from a comic post someone posted online. It was posted annonymous, so I dont know who it was, but yeah.
                          
Request, if you'd like. I can incorporate ships and certain cinarios, whatever you like.^-^
                          
-Ivvy