Author's note: Based on the wonderfully loltastic radio lottery ad saying Norway would be joining Sweden again. Cue a panicked!Denmark panicking.
A small moment's large panic
Denmark bursts into the room, out of breath, holding onto the door post for dear life.
"I– you– can't– don't– Norge–"
"Can I help you?" Norway asks, one eyebrow raised, annoyed. Sweden across the table from him moves his chess piece.
"Don't– do it– Norge! Be– strong!" Denmark collapses onto the floor, revealing Iceland standing behind him looking very peeved.
"What's he on about?" Sweden murmurs, watching Norway take his turn.
Iceland rolls his eyes. "Car radio played an advert saying Norway was going into union with Sweden again. He panicked."
"Isn't that about the lottery?" Sweden asks as Norway leans back, pulling out his phone to snap a picture of the passed-out Denmark.
"Yeah. I really like that advert."
"When should we tell him the truth?"
"Eh, let him sweat it out a bit longer," Norway murmurs, standing up to kick softly at Denmark's shoulder, "I'm enjoying this."