- "Acht, aye that's fine." Scotland nodded, ignoring the yelp from further away. "Ye'r friend?" Allistair assumed, now paying his full attention to the dragon as he handed Iceland the quiver rather carelessly.
Whimpering quietly to himself, Denmark rolled around on the leaves, whining pathetically as he wrapped his arms around him. "Ouuchhh... my economy..." He squealed, stumbling back up on his two feet again, using the tree to lean against it. "And you, sir, clearly have a problem." The nation said, pointing at the tree while raising a eyebrow. "I'm so going to tell Svi and Nor on you. Screwww youuuu." Denmark finished, kicking the tree before hopping off again, holding his foot while wincing. "Damn tree.."






