[He's going to be sick. The bounding headache behind his lids is going to burst a vessel one way or another. And Denmark this close is making his head spin after all this fucking time avoiding him. Norway gives a bark of acidic laughter, not amused, and rolls his head back against the wall with a thud that must have hurt but he doesn't seem to care.]

I saw ye moaning ta all those people how weird all this is fer ye. It speaks fer itself. D'ye think I want yer fucking pity?

[Here, have a glare from narrowing eyes as Norway arches his back, pressing against Denmark to allow himself some maneuvering room.]

Unhand me! [But he doesn't wait for the reply. Instead he'll head butt Denmark. Not hard, because there's no room for it, but it'll jar his face nonetheless.]