Denmark didn't understand why he was pulled into this. It was Greenland who insisted on the rivalry between him and Canada, he didn't even care that much, and he'd never even seen the other in person. However, the several bruises and lumps he had gained from Canada's friend group had finally taught him to keep his mouth shut, so he just threw a furtive glance at Cuba sitting beside him, and said nothing.

Holland was watching him, leaning against the wall. His sharp gaze was unsettling to say the least, but at least he wasn't glaring anymore. Prussia had fallen asleep and was snoring on Seychelles shoulder, as she twisted her hands nervously. All of them were waiting for phone calls from their boss's. Holland's phone was the first to ring, and he answered it quickly. "Yes?" The other countries leaned forwards, eagerly waiting, and Denmark bit back a yawn and tried to pretend he cared, for his own sake. It wasn't like Denmark hated Canada or anything, he just didn't feel like he needed to protect some guy he didn't even know, really.

Holland hung up his phone, and the small relieved smile that spread over his face told the answer clearly. "He said yes." Seychelles clapped with excitement, waking up Prussia who sat up and groggily announced, "I'm awake, I wasn't sleeping!" Cuba didn't even spare him a glance, only grinning and congratulating Holland. "He said they were already thinking of lending assistance." Holland continued quietly. "The Netherlands will do everything we can to help Canada." Not long after, Cuba received his call. He nodded to Holland. "My boss says yes too."

This time, Prussia really was awake, and he grinned. "Good for you!" His face twisted a little, and he muttered to himself. "Wish I could help." Denmark had overheard enough of an earlier conversation on the phone between Prussia and Germany to know what he meant. Germany had specifically forbade any sort of going to war and his boss was refusing to send any sort of assistance. As a country that no longer existed, Prussia had no choice in the matter, and was limited to whatever assistance he could provide with his own two hands. Denmark felt his stomach twist at the idea. Suppose Iceland or Norway where in trouble and he had no way to help them? The idea made him feel a little sick, and he threw a supportive glance towards Prussia.

His own government had been surprised when he submitted a request to leave what was left of Canada alone, but apparently was satisfied with Nunavut and the parts of the Northwest Territories they had already claimed, and after some debate, had decided to honor the request from the personification of the country, and agreed to not attack any further. Denmark felt a little honoured at that. He had never really asked something of his government before, and was satisfied to go along with whatever they requested usually. this show of respect for him touched him, and once again he was reminded about just how much he loved his people.

Finally, the last call came in, towards the end of the day. Seychelles' eyes glittered with tears as she hung up, and she announced, "We cannot provide military support, but my boss," she stopped to wipe her tears. "My boss says we can offer relief to Canadians in need with what food and supplies We can provide." Prussia slapped her on the back, painfully. "What's with the tears! You scared me!" "Yeah, Its a good thing!" Cuba encouraged. "Any help is help." He glared at Denmark. "At least they don't want to claim Canada as their land." Denmark averted his eyes, feeling a little guilty. "I'm just so relieved." she sniffled, wiping her tears. She turned around, reinvigorated. "All right! Let's do this!" She threw a clenched fist into the air. "For Canada!" "FOR CANADA!" everyone echoed, and Denmark hastily joined in, if not a little late.