Fire-x-Ice

Un matin. Un cimetière. Tu te tiens encore debout devant la même tombe. Le vent soulève un peu de ta longue chevelure couleur du soleil tandis que tombe autour de toi des flocons de neige. Cette neige qu'elle aimait tant. Tu a toujours ce même bouquet à la main. Des roses, symbole d'amour. Des roses aussi blanches que la neige qui tombe doucement autour de toi. Tu retiens tes larmes, difficilement mais tu les retiens. Parce que tu sais qu'elle n'aimait pas te voir pleurer et parce que ton orgueil te l'interdit aussi. Ce foutu orgueil. Tu regrette tant de chose. Tu regrette de n'avoir pas passé plus de temps avec

Denmark knew Norway loved children. He could always see an elusive smile show up on his partner's face whenever they went for walks in the park together and passed by children running, chasing, and playing with each other. His eyes just looked so gentle and caring and his smile looked so calm and almost freeing. Denmark just adored the way Norway's face looked every time he set eyes on a child. It was enough to make him want to see it every day if he could. They'd been together for several years now, and they had even considered getting married again, so why not? Gathering his courage one evening, he watched Norway sit on the couch and read