It was morning and everyone had sat down at the table to enjoy the delicious breakfast prepared by you and Eliza. You were eating some (f/f), whilst Gilbert was animatedly giving Vash (who wasn't actually giving two sh-ts about it) a vivid account of his dream from the night prior. You were snapped out of your daydream when Gilbert said:
"So do jou have any veird dreams (y/n)?" he asked, feeding Gilbird breadcrumbs, you paused,
"...Sometimes..." he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You gave him your usual half-lidded, bored look, before ignoring his comment and saying:
"...Yeah...I had one last night actually..." you said chewing thoughtfully.
"Really? Vell, vhat happened?" asked Roderich. You swallowed before saying,
"Well there was this really, really ugly man. He looked exactly like Gilbert...." You paused and took a sip of (f/d), "He was so ugly that everyone died." You paused
She hadn't meant to hurt anyone! She was just playing with Iceland and Holy Roman Empire... It was Denmark's fault really. If he hadn't started pulling on her curl, none of this would have happened.
You see, like Norway, (name) had a curl floating from the back of her head. The difference between these floating curls and the ones possessed by many other nations was that they weren't erotic zones. Instead, they had strange effects on Norway and Svalbard's magic.
When Lukas's curl was pulled he sent out a wave of frost that covered everything in a white and silver crust. Denmark had thought (name)'s would be the same, but it wasn't. When (name)'s curl was
He needed help fast. The closest land was Canada's Baffin Island; the young nation could tell by the stars. Once they were there they would be able to get help. Canada just hoped they got there on time.
Prussia groaned in pain. He was unconscious, but it didn't seem to be helping him any. Matthew ran one hand through Gilbert's hair.
"Sh, it's alright Prussia. Just hang on a little longer."
Soon afterwards the hollow thunder of Kuma's paws on ice was replaced by the grating of gravel and permafrost. They had reached land. Canada steered his polar bear towards one of his hunting cabins, glad that he'd thought to build them all over his country. He could get Prussia cleaned up a little and bandaged while more help was on the way.
Out here alone her transformation didn't bring with it a wave of anger and fear like the first time. (Name) still felt in control. She stood slowly and looked around. No one was there. Maybe that was the key. As long as she was alone she wouldn't hurt anyone. She would remain herself.
"But where will I live?" (Name) muttered. She clapped her paws over her muzzle, shocked. She hadn't expected to be able to speak in this form.
"Then again, what use is speaking when you can't go near anyone worth talking to?"
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation,
And it looks like I’m the queen.
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
That was the only way a national personification could kill themselves: jump off a national symbol. It didn't necessarily have to be their own. (Name) was headed to her brother's land because it was the last place anyone would think to look for her. England may have been estranged from the rest of the Germanic family, but he still loved her enough to stop her if he caught her.
She just wanted to stop hurting people. (Name)'s transformative power was too dangerous. The representation of Svalbard could never forgive herself for what she had done to Prussia. He was her favourite brother; he was her best friend and she had burned him. She couldn't live with herself.
"I'm so sorry Gil," (Name) whispered as she raced to her death.
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen