It had been a relatively peaceful morning for Sweden. He'd gotten up, taken a shower, brushed his teeth, gotten dressed, and now was taking a small second to clean his room. That is, until something happened. There was a bang and the door flew open, and there stood Denmark, carrying a scroll of paper and a marker.
"Sweden!" he walked in with a swagger in his step and a chip on his shoulder, sort of like he owned the place ...Which he did. "I got something to show'ya!" His large smile told no lies. Sweden was in for a headache. Denmark walked over and places the map on the desk, and using a paperweight to hold it down. Noticing that Sweden's hands had balled into fists, he raised his hands in submission.
"Dont hit me just yet, now just c'mere!" Sweden slowly walked over, wary of Denmark in his personal space. "Wh't d' y' w'nt?" he treated Denmark to his best glare.
Denmark smiled, "Check this out" he put the marker cap between his teeth and pulled, the marker tip hitting fresh air. "I was looking at a map of us, and I suddenly realised," the marker tip hit Norway and Sweden. "You're shaped like a penis!" A vein pulsed in Sweden's temple. Denmark rambled on drawing the aforementioned genitalia on the map.
"And Finland" he said quickly, moving the marker tip and drawing two circles "Is sorta like our balls, ya see?" he connected those circles to Sweden. Norway was drawn on next. "Since you're a penis, and Norway's ontop of you, he's the foreskin!" Denmark looked up, regaining his former hight. "As for myself," He placed his hand on his chest. "I'm the cum, see?" he drew droplets over his own land. "As for Iceland..." A question mark touched the map. "I have no idea what he is. Well Sweden? What do you thi-" Sweden sunk his fist deep into Denmark's cheek, sending him to the floor. He rolled and the back of his head impacted the wall. "Ow ow! Geez Sweden, I told you not to punch me! How dare you punch the king of Northern Europe!" he jumped up and grabbed his map. "I'll just go someone else who's more appreciative!" he put the cap back on the marker and rolled the map back up, he walked out, calling practically skipping and calling out 'Norrrrrrrway!' in a sing song voice. After closing his door and sitting on his bed, his eyes lingered on his hat. He picked it up and put it on, looking at himself in the mirror. He didn't think he looked like a penis... As he quietly took his hat off, he boredly thought about what Finland would think. His hat rested on the desk where the offending map sat, and Sweden walked out to check, locking his door behind him.