LiteraryCrescendo

Nineteen forty, the invasion of Norway by German troops in the second world war. Surprised? Of course, not many people had cared about it, it was often skimmed over in history books. However, there had been one country, very intent on helping the nation. "Norway, are you feeling alright, you should lay down..." "I have to help...somehow, you've, done, so much..." "it's nothing, dear god, y-you're bleeding again, sit sit sit!" "...England" The green eyed blonde sighed, forcing the slightly smaller country onto the couch, tugging the now blood stained shirt off him sighing loudly as he rushed off, coming back a moment later with a roll o

((Been stressed recently, so I needed to write something angsty)) He can't take it anymore can't take it. He sets his glasses down, blue eyes soft, no wild energy left, just a sense of peace. What had happened to his people? Once upon a time, they had been willing to fight, they wouldn't have turned blindly while their leaders, his boss, slowly drove them towards destruction, sheep in a herd, driven towards a slaughterhouse. He feels sad, but can't regret this. He looks around once more, gun cold in his hand, eyes taking in the still dark room, lips twitching into a smile at the sight of England, still asleep. He is quiet as he walks o