The entire meeting room was destroyed to bits due to (read: little) Denmark's massive axe. Chairs were knocked over, the tables had split into two, jackets were ripped, papers were shredded, doodles were drawn on the walls, and everything was covered in spaghetti sauce (coming from Italy's lunch, which was pasta… it almost looked like blood though).

Everyone looked scared at the destructive young country in front of them, unsure of what to do with him (since he has the strength and toughness of a Viking). At this rate, it looked more like Denmark was going to destroy them instead of the room. Russia only stared and Sweden knelt down in front of the Dane and started to scold him.

"D'nmark, you're not s'pposed t' d'stroy this place l'ke th't with your axe…."

"….." No words or little noises came out from Denmark's lips, but rivers of tears came out from his eyes instead. "Waaaaah~! Sve's scary! Sve's scary!"

"Su-san, now look what you did!" Now it was Finland's turn to do the scolding; he felt sorry for Denmark.

"..I didn't mean to."

"Yeah, right." Was all everyone else could mutter as they rolled their eyes. Sweden said nothing but glared instead before staring back at Denmark who was still crying, but not so much now.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" A familiar Brit exclaimed as he came into the room. There was silence at the sight of his appearance, so silent in fact that it made Denmark stop crying just to look at him.

"ENGLAND, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO DENMARK?"

England's eyes widened, wondering what everyone else was talking about? He was thinking of attempting to curse America last night but was too tired to do so. He didn't remember hearing the strange noise that he heard from the news though. And now… it all came to this; Denmark's now a child and the other countries were blaming him for something he didn't even do!

"Admit it, Iggy, you speak to your so-called fairies and do black magic so it makes sense that you're the doing who created this mess!" America stated, his finger pointed directly at England. That made him end up with a blood vessel popping out.

"YOU WANKER, I WAS OBVIOUSLY ASLEEP! IF ONLY YOU HAVEN'T-" Swear words started to leak out and the two countries fought each other to the dust. France joined in a couple minutes later.

Unlisted moments of pandemonium soon filled up the room, the sanity disappearing away. That is, until everyone heard a stoic yet quiet voice.

"That wasn't England…. it was me."