Denmark, at this point, was used to being looked at like he was crazy.

He didn't like, nor did he understand it, but he was used to it.

And sure, his plan was ambitious, and fine, it had been thought up when he was…distraught. But did that change the validity of it?

According to his allies, yes.

"It's a viable plan of attack!" Denmark stubbornly insisted.

"Do you not think that America would have defended his capital?" Switzerland asked.

"Of course he has. But he would have defended the rest of his East Coast as well. If we try to take that, we may not have enough resources to force his surrender. It's better if we bypass everything up to D.C."

"We may not have enough as it is. Perhaps it is better to go back to Europe. Regroup, recover. Then when we are strong again, we may come back and take our revenge-" Switzerland argued.

Denmark slammed a fist onto the table. He didn't usually get angry, and he wasn't angry now. No, he was frustrated, pure and simple. Couldn't they see that Norway, if he was even still alive (there had been no news on that front), needed their help? If he was capable of getting back to them, he would have already. "I have laid out the plan. My strategists have found no problems with it. I merely called this meeting as a formality."

Sweden and Finland exchanged glances. Denmark's "King of Northern Europe" persona was beginning to show through; if someone disobeyed him now, heads were going to roll (literally, as Sweden had found out once.).

Prussia stood. "Zhe incredibly awesome me supports zhis paln. I, for one, vould like zhis vor to be over sooner razzher zhan later."

"Thank you, Prussia. Does anyone else have something they'd like to add?"

No hands went up.

"Very well. In that case, we'll reach D.C. in two days. Be prepared."

Denmark stalked out of the room.


"Sir, you've got a visitor from-"

"This is not a tea party!" Denmark exclaimed. "I don't have time for this."

"He says he wants to talk to you about his brother, sir."

No, it couldn't be…

"Send him in."

"Yes, sir." The messenger left and soon another man walked into the room.

"Little Bro, what brings you here?"

"I need to talk to you."

"Well, I'm listening. What's wrong? Is the rebuilding going well?"

"That's not why I came to talk to you." He paused. "I want to talk to you about my brother."

Denmark reshuffled the papers on his desk. "There is nothing to say."

"The Hell there isn't. Look, he's my brother. I want him back as much as you do."

Denmark smiled bitterly. "I'm not sure that's possible."

"Danmörk, you are not the only person who has a close relationship with him," Iceland began bluntly. "Now, you had better get him back, or there will be Hell to pay. After all, this is your mess."

In that moment, Iceland reminded Denmark very strongly of his brother. All the mannerisms were there: the way his head was held high; the way his back was perfectly straight, never slouching; the way he looked directly at Denmark as if daring him to contradict him.

"That's unfair, Little Brother."

Iceland started at the use of the words "Little Brother" -only Norway ever called him that. "Is it?"

Denmark opened his mouth to say something. Then he realized that Iceland was correct. This was his fault. "I intend to get your brother back if it kills me." He owed them both that much. "Do you understand?"

Iceland nodded, but said, "If you fail, I will have few options left. Do you understand?"

Denmark frowned. "You wouldn't."

"I would. Have you ever wondered why I don't have a military? It's because I don't need one."

It was painful to see Iceland act so much like his older brother.

But also, he really needed to get Iceland away from the Gates of Hell. As soon as possible.

"I will not fail. I swear it."

"See that you don't."

That almost made Denmark angry (his word was gold, and besides he never failed), but he controlled his temper. "Good day, Little Bro."

"Good day, Danmörk." Iceland stalked out of the room, a faint red aura leaving with him.

He really needed to spend more time away from the Gates of Hell.


A/N: A Quick update: The other day, my mom was talking about this workshop thing she went to. Apparently, she met people from Switzerland. However, she pulled an America and referred to them as Swedish. It made me chuckle.

Also, about the above chapter, the Gates of Hell are totally in Iceland. We can also assume that A) Iceland has a bit of magic as well (come on, he's Norway's brother, and everyone knows that magic is a genetic thing), and B) he's totally referring to his demon army. (There are demons in Iceland. If you're bad in Iceland, you don't get coal for Christmas; you get eaten by a demon.)