[ Norway draws in a breath, long and impatient. ] I said I was thinkin'. Still.
[ What he was wrong about is irrelevant as he was wrong about it.
He picks up his beer, moving it aside, then does the same with Denmark's. After his arm shoots up, grabbing Denmark's shirt front and dragging him forward to a quick kiss, which will end in a frown and a very steady gaze at the other nation from just few centimeters apart. ] So ye can stop acting strange now too.
[ There's no point in this. Neither of them is happy with how the things are. If Norway won't get what he wants, well... he can live with that. ]
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[ What he was wrong about is irrelevant as he was wrong about it.
He picks up his beer, moving it aside, then does the same with Denmark's. After his arm shoots up, grabbing Denmark's shirt front and dragging him forward to a quick kiss, which will end in a frown and a very steady gaze at the other nation from just few centimeters apart. ] So ye can stop acting strange now too.
[ There's no point in this. Neither of them is happy with how the things are. If Norway won't get what he wants, well... he can live with that. ]