The night started out peacefully enough. Norway, Iceland, and I were settled in for a movie night, our eyes glued to the screen, engrossed in a film about our Viking ancestors.

Suddenly, the door swung open with a bang. In stumbled Finland and Denmark, both teetering on their feet and clearly inebriated. Their sudden entrance startled us.

I hummed in confusion, my attention diverted from the movie. "Mm?" I inquired, squinting at them. Finland pointed at me, a drunken grin on his face. "Hey, kitty!" he slurred.

"What do ya mean by kitty?" I asked, suddenly feeling very awake. Denmark chuckled, pulling out a pair of cat ears and a tail from somewhere.

"Kitty cat!" He slurred, trying to put the cat ears and tail on me. I tried to dodge him, but he was persistent, and soon I was donned in the cat accessories.

To Finland's delight, I played along and started acting like a cat. I hissed, swatted, and prowled around the room, much to the amusement of my friends.

However, my playful act quickly took a turn for the worse. Overcome by a sudden surge of anger, I lunged at Denmark, my fingers curled into claws.

His eyes widened in surprise as I tackled him to the ground. I was snarling, my eyes wild and feral. The room fell silent, everyone staring in shock.

Norway was the first to react. He jumped up and tried to pull me off Denmark, but I was too strong. I swatted him away, my attention focused solely on Denmark.

Finally, with a combined effort from Norway, Iceland, and Finland, they managed to restrain me. But the damage was already done. Denmark was unconscious, and I was still thrashing about.

The rest of the night was a blur. I vaguely remember being strapped down to a gurney and loaded into an ambulance. The sirens wailed in my ears as the world spun around me.

When I woke up, I found myself in a mental hospital. I was restrained, unable to move. My mind was foggy, and I had no idea how I ended up there.

The days turned into weeks, and I slowly started to piece together what happened. I was filled with remorse for my actions, and I longed to apologize to Denmark.

One day, Norway, Iceland, and Finland came to visit me. They were relieved to see that I was okay, but their smiles didn't quite reach their eyes.

They told me that Denmark was okay, that he had forgiven me. But I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. I had let my temper get the best of me.

Over time, I started to get better. The doctors were pleased with my progress, and I was allowed more freedom. I was determined to make things right with Denmark.

One day, Denmark came to visit me. He looked the same as always, his smile as bright as ever. But I could see the fear in his eyes.

I apologized to him, my voice shaking. I told him how sorry I was, how I never meant to hurt him. He listened quietly, his expression unreadable.

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. "I forgive you," he said, his voice steady. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. I was finally forgiven.

From that day forward, I worked hard to control my temper. I was determined to never let my anger get the best of me again. I didn't want to hurt anyone else.

It was a long journey, but I finally made it. I was discharged from the hospital, ready to start anew. I knew I had a lot of making up to do.

My friends welcomed me back with open arms. They were supportive, understanding. They knew I was trying to change, and they were there for me every step of the way.

I made amends with Denmark, promising to never lose control again. He accepted my apology, and we slowly started to rebuild our friendship.

I learned a lot from that fateful night. I learned the importance of controlling my anger, of thinking before acting. I learned that I had to face the consequences of my actions.

But most importantly, I learned the value of friendship. I learned that true friends will stand by you, even in your darkest hours. I was grateful for my friends, and I promised to be there for them in return.

So, despite the chaos and drama, I'm thankful for that night. It made me realize my faults, and it pushed me to become a better person. And for that, I'll always be grateful.