WaitAMoement

"Alright, Ísland. What is going on?" I pulled my brother aside. The five of us were at a local bar that we all went drinking at once in a while. Today was not just one of those days, though. Today, Danmark and, surprisingly, Finland had dragged me here for my birthday. Nils and Berwald dogged them as they had pulled me inside. I had thought that Iceland, at least, would provide me with an ally in the endeavor but that unfortunately proved false. "I don't know what you mean, Norge." They had all been acting peculiar for awhile now. Danmark could not sit still--in itself, not unusual, but he was acting more bizarre than is normal for hi