[Denmark has finally enough air in his lungs to continue talking, and while any sane man would use that air to put it into actions first, words are just as important to the southernmost Nordic. Especially in a situation like this where he tries to hammer a message across. Multiple messages, though with half of them he isn't sure what they are.

He'll turn sideways to let Norway's shoulder slam into nothing, raising one knee at the same time with force to not only knock the air out of the other man but also keep his lower body where it is while the upper flies forward. He doesn't want Norway to stumble away from him, after all.]

Yeah, bullshit! Ya're not even saying half of the things that happen and just expect me ta magicall notice all of them, and then ya add another half in yer head of things that are not true at all, and then ya expect me ta aact according ta them. That's fucking bullshit, Nor, and ya should stop it!

[Pushing away responsibility, but he really doesn't see himself at fault for any part of this situation.]