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Sometimes you could hear him after so many "damned" wars, in the words of the human representation of Denmark, sobbing for a love that by the mere power of someone else had to be separated, seeing that he is now independent. He will think in his musings that he will never see him again in this life, though clearly he knows one thing, that he will never blame him for such a cruel fate. Because yes, he hurt him in such a cruel way, just for leaving despite being forced to. So sweet was the way, yet so bitter and painful.
According to him, he could never say in his life, that he feels to die for a Norwegian, yes, a boy, the past and sadly nowadays, have been marked by homophobia. Oh memories of the master Hans Christian Andersen! Because why lie to the world?
He was not heterosexual either, and with so much sexual diversity in the world, it is possible that the rest of the world's nations are not either, even if they hide it. Cases have been seen in the long life that one has to carry on one's back.
Why lie? He would never have wanted to say that it was the Norwegian who made him feel such a sea of feelings, because he simply thought he hated him for the way he treated him and would never think that he could at least give him a kiss, a caress or a whisper.
Oh damn sadness! that remind him that, those who can drive him to madness are his soul and his mind playing a dirty trick with his memories, his mind that so much awaits and his soul that simply has been a factor that can lead him to what he can consider as a salvation because clearly in spite of his country condition he does have a soul. And for obvious reasons feelings.
And not only that. His body and mind, who are waiting for someone he will not see for a long time, and the fact that the fate that awaits him is to never see him again in life.
This would drive any man to madness! For, simply to die of love would be possible, but not for him, because being a country only lets him cry for love, but will never let him die for it. In tears could he at least think of the strength and the heart of that sorrowful Dane?
Well, maybe he could do that, although we don't know if it's possible at a time like this. Because deep down he is not the only one who could cry about it.
On the other side there is a Norwegian who is in turn thinking about how he can say he really likes someone, problems of being sadly, someone so shy, so silent and pretending to be expressionless as perhaps the aforementioned boy is. Not even playing the soft notes of a violin hand-signed by his favourite singer can calm him down.
And as it is known and as it always happens, no matter how much everything is hidden, what everyone knows as the wind, the earth or even the fire and rain itself, will always be the same.
And while both of them only have to go with the wind, making distance between them, the warmth of what should be a comforting fire is only accompanied by the rain, which simply leaves them with a void.
This had to end. The only thing that could do it is to call for a reunion, after all. A reunion where words are superfluous and love prevails, where clearly the only thing that will suffice is the acknowledgement that no matter what limits there are in the country, they will both set out on their journey to see each other again.
This reunion that was made possible, was not of many words. It was not of much Norwegian expression, it was only given by a Danish smile that expressed feelings of joy, oh memories of that kingdom! Look no more at their two former leaders, which at the beginning was thanks to a political relationship and now is a relationship that has to go beyond that. For with some countries, love exists between them and they more than anyone else must know it, because as they must have a strong mind to remember, they have a noble heart to love.
Even if they are noted with a heart of stone some. Because even the weather of their country can play with them, how to love will definitely be somewhere. What a beautiful example could be that pair of nations in the background, who are just holding hands trying to think of what words to say in the precipitous weather.
And I know, what they have to ask for their words. Tears are noted from both of them again, for sentences marked by sentiment and Nordic accents.
So typical and yet so true that they both said it almost in a chant: "I would never hold it against you that it was all your fault".
Because that sentence must not have much to do with it, because it was neither one nor the other's fault, or perhaps those following words of "I suppose I had something to do with it too".
A phrase the Dane must have said.
This was a slight pang in the Norwegian's chest, because although his expressions were firm, deep down he wanted to sob, but to do so in public, according to the Norwegian, would be a vain blow to his dignity.
Because at the end of these sung memories (as they deigned to call them) they mention the fact that "I never thought I would fall in love with you from the beginning".
Realising that this old compliment could have been said face to face. Again, in an endless loop. Until they'd had enough and shared their lips again. Remembering again every single thing about each other, every aspect that made them remember why they loved each other so much that they only showed it in situations like this.
Because already the Dane was simply going mad with love, looking at those old pictures.
As if there was a space in the heart, because, that space existed since the dissolution of those ties that seemed more loving than anything else, for more years than they both imagine.
Now we see a pair of nations in love walking together after only talking about a love that fate simply told them to break up, and yes, they took up the issue of homophobia in both countries again when they were just children.
Yes, homophobia, which greets the majority of people every day, with which thousands of people were killed, and to top it off, from which the human representative of a country must remain silent, unable to defend anyone or anything. What an inclusion exists in the world!
No wonder there is war, no wonder they foolishly exclude someone for being different.
And the worst thing is that, no matter how much you fight or struggle, for one reason or another the wind, the earth, the fire and the rain will always remain the same. No matter how many hearts in love they meet, the damn world will remain as it is and in the end it won't matter what two representations, a Dane and a Norwegian fight before the world. Because their voices will be silenced by their bosses. Because their voices will only be heard by the one Hans Christian Andersen calls God.
And they alone must be the ones rolling in the wind. Distancing all that's left. In the end just doing what they did in the beginning, but this time together, in what they would call a less bitter fire. That simply suppressed what seemed like a rain in their hearts, as they no longer felt that loneliness they spoke of.
And in the end together they would only admit between violin notes and phrases already said before "I would never blame you for the pain in my heart, I would never blame you for the tears" because they know that they only need to say that to each other to realise that nothing will change.
Because in secret, nothing will matter in the cruel world of love, because nothing matters any more, not even the simple fact of love between those who are now called "Kingdom of Denmark" and "Kingdom of Norway" and will be called so until the end.