Denmark hadn't seen the blow coming. One moment he had been minding his business, loudly talking to an indifferent Norway and a clearly bored Iceland, the next, he was on the ground, reeling from the heavy blow to his head. "What the fuck, Denmark?" None of the other Nordics made any move to assist him. In fact, there was a small smile on the edge of Norway's lips, and Iceland looked like he found some good entertainment. Sweden and Finland were also nearby, but Sweden seemed satisfied to watch from afar, and Finland waited patiently to see what Denmark had done this time. Of course, the angry brown-skinned man standing over Denmark had noticed none of this.

Denmark pulled himself to his feet and glared at the other country. "Who the hell are you?" The other man huffed loudly. "I'm Cuba, you ass. I'm a tropical country, so you cold climate countries probably don't know me." He stated this all proudly, seemingly forgetting his anger for a moment. "So?" Denmark was unaffected by Cuba's proud declaration. "What did I do to piss off a tropical country like you?" Cuba's anger reignited. "You asshole! I can't believe you have the nerve to say that after what you did to Canada!"

The pieces clicked into place. Denmark had never actually met the other nation in person, but he had a small rivalry with him over a small uninhabited island, of the coast of Greenland. He had found the Canadian flag on that island enough times that he remembered the name of the one who put it there, always accompanied by a Canadian bottle of whisky. Even so, it wasn't like he was friends with the guy, so why was Cuba being so anal about it? The slight ache on his jaw did nothing to warn Denmark or deter him from saying what he was thinking. If Denmark had been able to read the mood better, or perhaps had simply thought about the situation, he might have thought before he spoke.

Unfortunately for him, he didn't. "So? I barely know the guy, what does it matter if I take some of his land?" At this point, it would have been wise of Denmark to notice the ever growing dark aura around Cuba, and the way the other Nordics retreated to a safe distance away. Of course, he didn't. He continued on, blindly." Besides, isnt that dude missing? It's not like he cares. He's probably disappeared or something anyways-" By this point, Denmark suddenly realized he had gone too far and stopped short. This time he sensed the blow coming, and braced for it, although it didn't come from Cuba as he expected, but instead from behind.

"Don't say that about my friend. " Holland said shortly, stepping forwards, eyes glinting angrily. Although his voice was soft, it sent chills through Denmark's blood, and he froze. "Ugh, just stop-ow!" A loud voice echoed and Denmark turned to see Prussia wrestling to keep a very angry brown haired, brown skinned girl from attacking Denmark. She was cursing in a language that sounded like a mix between French and English, and looked completely comfortable with the idea of clawing Denmark's eyes out. "How dare you!" She hissed, still struggling and reaching for Denmark. "My brother is just fine, I know it, you-" she relapsed into curses again.

Denmark looked timidly at the four countries surrounding him, and for the first time, realized it would have been better to keep his mouth shut.

*Note*

1) : I know that Holland is not the correct term as it only refers to two provinces, but I felt that "Holland" sounded more personal than "The Netherlands". Canada helped The Netherlands gain their independence during world war II

2): Seychelles is one of the only characters that recognizes Canada. Because she too was raised by France and England, I have decided she views Canada like a brother

3): Denmark and Canada have had a longstanding playful rivalry over a small uninhabited island called "Hans Island". Denmark will periodically replace the Canadian flag and whisky with The Danish flag and some Danish snapps.