In this story, Denmark has a crush on the reader, but she only likes him as a friend, while meanwhile, she is crushing on Norway. But Norway, being as distant as he is, never expresses his feelings towards (Name).
I'm going to be using my own English lyrics for Karakuri Pierrot (shortened, btw
, by Hatsune Miku.
Two hours after the arranged time of our plan, I was still waiting alone. So that was your reply?
The second hand ticked unmercifully slowly by on your diamond studded watch, the face reflecting the near setting sun. It was two hours after Lukas said he'd be here. You once again, straighten out your pretty pearl white dress and look around.
The passers-by on the street and the floating clouds are laughing at my foolishness towards you.
You felt as if the sky was laughing at you. As if everything was pointing at you and calling you stupid to wait. Yet you still did. As if it didn't matter.
It's so easy, yet so hard. For I can move onto myself. Denying the truth-- leave behind the truth. I must be a stagehand in your play...
As time began to tick past, you realized that there was no use waiting for him anymore. He would never love you, anyway. Then, you pushed the thoughts out of your head and continued to wait.
Aa, I spin, and spin, and am tired of spinning...Aa, my breath, my breath is cut short. Oh, fine! I'm not going to wait for you anymore. I guess that's why I've broken down, is that right?
Soon, night fell, and you gave up. Tears welled in your eyes and you smarted out of the train station.
-BACK 5 HOURS, DENMARK'S POV-
Matthias sat on a bench at the train station. His knee bounced with anxiety as he glanced at the clock on his cellphone.
"Damn, where is she?" He thought, looking around. "Where is (Name)?" He grit his teeth as he waited, watching as seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours. Soon, as it had happened to (Name), night fell. Matthias stood, sighing, and made his way out of the train station. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw (Name) get into her car. It took him a few minutes to process what he had just seen, and by the time he reacted, she was pulling out. "(Name)!!" Called the Dane, waving the withering roses in his hands as she disappeared down the road. "Wait, (Name)!!!"
Finally, sighing in defeat, Matthias made his way to his own car and shrunk in the front seat, punching the wheel. It gave a loud beep and he looked up at the ceiling.
"Damn." He hissed, before ripping back to shift (his car was a standard) and pulling out to go to the bar.
-15 MINUTES AFTER DENMARK'S DEPARTURE-
Lukas, or, Norway, panted as he stepped off the night train. His train had been extremely late thanks to some occurrences, so he switched them in Sweden. Th train station by all means was not empty. It never was in New Orleans. He looked around.
"(Name)?" He called.
"Who're you looking for?" Asked a stout little woman in a periwinkle dress and a jolly face. She had a Russian accent.
"A friend of mine. She's nice and pretty, with (h/l), (h/c) hair and big, pretty (e/c) eyes. She's wearing a clean white sundress and has a (f/c) purse." Lukas said, stone-faced.
"Oh. A woman like that just left in tears." Lukas blinked, gritting his teeth.
"Thank you, ma'am." He said blankly before leaving the train station to track down the one he loved so very dearly.
To her, she was a pierrot, to Matthias, he was the pierrot. To Lukas, this was all just a big misunderstanding.
And Matthias was the stagehand in the play.