haha hi im here bc people are following this still so here u go :)

It's been two years since Denmark disappeared. Denmark-his country, his personification, his smile...

I've been struggling to hold myself up. My country's people have begun to lose hope and give up. I've grown so much weaker these past few months. Nothing has gone right since he's been gone.

The others aren't doing too well, either-Finland, Sweden, and Iceland. They're all too busy trying to support themselves to help me, much less Denmark's broken remains. I don't blame them, honestly. In a world that's crumbling, all you can do is support yourself.

Which is probably why I'm dying.

With the stress of holding Denmark up, as well as the stress from my own country's problems, i'm getting weaker by the day. I can feel simple everyday tasks getting harder and harder, and it's hard to function. Looking back on it, I can remember Denmark behaving similarly, soon before he died.

Now, I sit in the room where I held him two years ago, leaning against the wall and wondering where i went wrong. I started out just like any other country did. I slowly worked my way up into becoming an actual, stable nation. I was happy, and I had friends; I had Denmark.

But now, that's all gone. I smile up at the ceiling, trying to hold my tears back as I let a shaky smile spread across my face. All that I can think about is his face. His voice. His smile. His laugh, and how i didn't appreciate him enough while he was here.

I let out a tearful laugh, shaking my head as my head lolls to the side slowly. My eyes move to the floor, where i try to focus my attention. It's hard to do that, even.

I smile warmly, and it takes all my energy to do so. I whisper a quiet apology as my eyes close and I take my final breath.

I never got to smile back.

ok now im done