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Chapter 1
He hadn’t expected this. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought it would be so serious.
He just shrugged it off, thinking it was normal…but according to the diagnostic report sent by his personal doctor, clutched in his pale, trembling hand, it was anything but.
He had laryngitis.
He hadn’t been able to speak for the past week or so, so he had stopped communicating with the rest of the Nordics completely. It hurt to try speaking, but Denmark was sure he could recover.
He was a nation, after all.
But even nations could apparently get such illnesses.
The hand holding the report suddenly clenched, crumpling the paper, but he didn’t care. It made no difference anymore, did it?
The doctor had described his laryngitis to be severe.
Meaning he could probably never speak again…ever.
It completely crushed Denmark. He loved to speak…it was almost his life! And now…and now…his beloved voice was snatched from him, just gone.
But why was that?
The diagnosis held all the answers.
There was too much strain on his voice box. It had been harshly pressed against periodically.
That meant that it was supposed to be Norway’s fault.
But no, he couldn’t blame Norway…it couldn’t be his fault!
It was most probably Denmark’s fault for provoking him to choke him in the first place. He should never have annoyed Norge.
Now he had to pay the price.
From that day, Denmark stopped contacting the other nations. He didn’t go to any World Meetings…he couldn’t face the utter humiliation; after all, nations were almost nothing without their voice.
Instead, he sat at home, brooding sullenly, hoping that his voice would come back, even though he knew it was just wishful thinking.
He knew he was worrying Sweden, Finland, Norway, and even Iceland, but…he couldn’t face them.
Not like that.