Who: All the nations. All of them. What: They need to have a talk. And by talk I mean meeting and by meeting I mean chaos. When: Morning of Thursday 29th Where: Library; some meeting room. Rating: PG-13 just to be safe.
[Tag at your leisure, this is meant to be more of a fun thing!]
[Finland, in the meantime, is glancing nervously around the room. He really hopes that they'll be able to have a civil discussion today, but, well....]
[Fish variant? Seriously? Denmark strolls over to them, taking a seat on the table and snatching a cupcake. Who is he to turn down homemade pastries? He pops it into his mouth with a grin and chews for a whole three seconds before flavor hits and his mouth twists into a grimace, opening his mouth and letting the partially chewed treat come tumbling out again.
He's at least polite enough to make sure he doesn't spit it all back up at either Sweden or Finland. There's that much at least.]
Eeuch, leave th' pastry makin' to me, Sverige, I dunno what you did to these but yuck!
["offering it to everyone" would of course have excluded Denmark if Sweden had thought of it, but as it is, he wasn't careful enough. He cares enough to turn around at Denmark's comment and glare at him condescendingly, though.]
[Brushing all of this off himself and very much on edge. He'll not start a physical fight in a semi-formal meeting where this many other nations are present, but ...well, at least it is not as likely as if they were alone.]
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He's at least polite enough to make sure he doesn't spit it all back up at either Sweden or Finland. There's that much at least.]
Eeuch, leave th' pastry makin' to me, Sverige, I dunno what you did to these but yuck!
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Y' 're too continental fer fish now?
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He then very deliberately blows the unchewed bits out again, all in Sweden's direction. Crumbs and cupcake bits everywhere.]
Nah, 'm too good for things that taste like shit. Hey, I think you've got somethin' in your hair, right there.
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[Brushing all of this off himself and very much on edge. He'll not start a physical fight in a semi-formal meeting where this many other nations are present, but ...well, at least it is not as likely as if they were alone.]
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[WOW DO YOU COOK YOUR CAKE SO IDIOTIC THAT CAN ONLY TASTE HORRIBLE
not that he believes that/genuinely thinks that Danish food is bad.]