Norway steps out of the carriage, looking up at the intimidating castle that he was to be spending the years to come in. Glancing at his escorts, he took a silent breath to reassure himself and forced himself to walk up the stairs. Inside, Norway and his officials were formally introduced to the royals. After a few short words with his people, Norway was soon separated from them, seeing them for the last time.

Ushered into another room, Norway is stripped down. All of his clothes and keepsakes are taken away. His dressers make some snide remark and laugh obnoxiously, but Norway ignores them. As a newly conquered country, he had little respect or voice and Norway was well aware of this. It was odd to think that once he was one of the most fearsome, most powerful vikings, yet here he was, being stripped of all his belongings and laughed at. The gods must be so ashamed of him...

Soon dressed in a Danish suit, Norway was brought into another room where Denmark was waiting at a table filled with tea and Norwegian delicacies as if that'd somehow make him feel more comfortable.

"Nor," Denmark smiled warmly, standing up, "You look great! How was your trip?"

"Fine," Norway curtly replied, ignoring Denmark's attempts at friendliness as he sat down. Denmark's smile melted away, but he made sure to keep a small, forced one up. He knew Norway was going through an incredibly difficult time.

"Tea?" He asked, "It's your favourite- green-jasmine."

"I suppose," Norway murmured. After all, he hasn't eaten nor drank yet today. Denmark motioned a servant over who poured their teacups up with the beverage.

"We're going to be having a ball tomorrow to celebrate your arrival," Denmark informed, "The king requests your presence, Norway." In other words, Norway's conquerers are throwing a party to celebrate Norway's misfortune and planned on further humiliating him by rubbing their victory into the Norwegian's face.

"And I'm guessing the king will not take no as an answer?" Norway asked, sipping at the tea.

"Correct. He was very explicit about the need of your attendance," Denmark confirmed.

"Just to let you know, my brave, conquering knight. I hate you and your fucking king, and do not think that because you follow your owner's every wish does not mean I will also follow his will. I will not attend this pompous, dehumanizing celebration of the deaths of my people and the loss of our independence. Good day," Norway spewed, setting his cup down and rudely leaving the room.

Denmark sighed angrily, picking up the table's beautiful vase and harshly throwing it at the wall, muttering vile things as he too left for his chambers. He completely understood that any country that has recently been taken over due to war would be hurt and upset but none of this was Denmark's personal fault; he wasn't the one that proposed the war...

Later, they all had to sit down for supper- the two very infuriated countries as well. While Denmark eventually gave into his hunger pangs, Norway continued to rudely refuse consuming or drinking anything besides water and some coffee or tea. Just about everyone at the table was whispering to each other about the new member at the table; Norway could miserably feel every eye on him...