He was annoying. He was arrogant. He was selfish. He was insensitive. He was loud. He was crude. He was self-centered. You stared at the Dane from across the table.
World meetings were hard enough without the added drama. You made it very clear to everyone that you found people like Denmark unacceptable. Writing on your paper you accidently snapped your pencil in half with the force you applied on it.
Everyone in the room turned to look at you as you calmly pulled out another pencil.
“Proceed,” you said in a monotone.
“Wow __________, what’s eating you?” Denmark called out.
You glared at him, but said nothing.
“Is something wrong ___________?” Germany asked.
Silently you shook your head as the answer.
The meeting continued without much trouble. Once the meeting was over you slowly started to gather your things together.
‘Great, another annoying being,’ you thought as Prussia walked up to you.
“France and Spain and I were going to go drinking, want to come?”
You shook your head and started to leave.
“Come on ___________, live a little,” Spain said blocking your way.
“Spain, move or I will move you,” you threatened.
Francis put his hand on your shoulder, “Come on ___________, have some fun with us.”
“Your and my definition of fun is very different,” you snarled.
“___________!” someone called. You peeked behind Spain to see Denmark walking over. He pushed Spain out of the way and pulled you away, “Come on let’s go!”
Once the two of you were out of earshot you snapped your arm out of his grasp, “What was that for?”
“They were annoying you right?”
“Well…” he trailed of and after a few seconds he said, “I played hero.” With that he walked off.
Leaving you there in the hall blushing at what he just said. Maybe Denmark wasn’t such a bad guy after all…