"I arranged a union with another country!"
It was only then that Norway snapped back to attention, staring at the leader of his country. At first, he didn't seem to understand the meaning behind the words. Then, it dawned on him that he was going to have to get married. Again.
"Which country is it?" He asked, keeping all of his worry, anger, frustration, and sleepiness out of his voice. Needless to say, it was hard work.
His boss gave him a smirk, causing the Nordic to realize he probably wouldn't like this... arranged marriage.
"Well, to help with its economy, I spoke to his boss, and he agreed that the union of Norway and Poland should be quite helpful."
As soon as he mentioned who Norway would be marrying, Norway stood up and glared at his boss. Harshly.
"I am not marrying Poland."
His boss snorted." You are if you know what's best for you. Besides, how bad can Poland be?"
*one week later*
"NORWEGIA!" Poland shrieked, appearing in the Norwegian's line of vision.
Norway sighed." Yes, Polen?"
"Did you touch my makeup again?"
"No! Why would I?" Norway left the question hanging as he continued to make coffee. With the way the crossdressing Pole acted, he needed the coffee. Badly.
"NORWEGIA!"
"Yes, Polen?"
"Try this on!" A pink skirt was thrust at him, Norway shoved it back.
"No."
"NORWEGIA!"