, disenchanted

[norway]

It was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing.

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IT WAS A LIE WHEN THEY SMILED AND SAID "YOU WON'T FEEL A THING"[/center]

For surprisingly being one of the highest ranked nations in the world, Norway found herself alone for most of her life. Standing in Oslo, watching the boats come in and out, staring absently at Denmark's, Finland's, Russia's, and Sweden's doors. Every time her eye caught on Sweden, she creased her lips into a scowl, but she couldn't help it. The stupid bastard was irresistible, probably the reason why there had been so many fights between them. Denmark was a decent man, but aloof, definitely someone she couldn't trust a full-scale alliance with. There were relationships here and there, flirting, but at the end of the day, she would be at Oslo and he at Copenhagen.

But war was nibbling at her neighbors' Baltic Sea fringe, with news that Romania had recently invaded Lithuania. Crossing her arms, she grumbled and glanced over in Russia's direction, not wanting to wonder what the huge bitch was thinking about. Lithuania was one of many satellites, so Norway had doubts that Romania would get far without repercussion.

Twisting pink hair between pale fingers, the Norwegian sighed, twirling about in the Royal Palace's quarters. Knowing that she could no longer stall, she slid into her seat and picked up the phone. Placing her fingertips on the cold numbers, he dialed Denmark's number, glaring at Sverige's picture on her desk while she did so. "Asshole," Amalie muttered to herself, placing the frame face-down. She rested the phone between her head and her shoulder as the dialtone buzzed. "Denmark, pick up..." Absently, she sighed, gazing at Mathias' smirking face next to the place Sweden had occupied.

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for any scandanavian country <3
norway is currently trying to call denmark,
but the other nations can simply enter the
royal palace via a butler or some other npc.

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