Norway walked casually amongst the trees. He had decided to walk an unmarked path, since he had yet to fully explore this country since he discovered it. He took in the scenery of Iceland, his newest colony.
On his walk, he heard rustling from the bushes. Well, it had been a while since he last ate. He took out a small knife in preparation for the kill. However, what he saw made him quickly withdraw his weapon.
A child.
A child with silvery white hair and glistening violet eyes stared back at him. The child quickly looked away and began nervously chewing on the end of a way-too-long sleeve on his dress-like clothing.
Norway walked over to him slowly, as to not startle him. The child looked back at him, holding eye contact.
"Hej, little one. Where are your parents?"
"Right at the corner of fuck you street and eat a dick lane" a voice responded.
Norway's eyes widened. Surely he had heard a voice just now and he was damn sure it was in the direction of the child. But there was no way such a small child could have such a… colorful vocabulary.
"Don't you know who the fuck I am? Obviously, you don't, 'cause if you did, you sure as all hell wouldn't dare mess with me! I may be small but this is my country!" the same voice continued.
Oh. This child was a nation. Meaning he was now under the ownership of The Kingdom of Norway. He would have to tame this child's unruly behavior whether the child cooperated or not. Still unsure of how to respond to the verbal abuse, Norway picked the nation up.
As he did this, a small bird was revealed to be under Iceland. The bird puffed up and flapped its wings erratically.
"Oi! Put my kid down!" the bird grunted as he waddled over to peck at Norway's feet.
Norway then took out his knife again.
"Looks like I'll have my lunch after all."