To DC-JellyBean's. Her/His headcanon: The Nordic 5 are protective of each other and their the only ones that can harass Denmark. They don't take lightly to others harassing him.

Ooh~ I hope you know that I had fun with this one!

-RMS

Usually, Russia would only be afraid of his little sister, Belarus. And the thought of a very small country holding a knife at his throat, threatening him of all things, sounded very funny.

Well, Russia mused as he looked into the fiery eyes of Iceland, Norway giving off his own scary aura behind the smallest Nordic, almost anything can sound funny. It's when it hits you in the face does it get scary. Maybe he shouldn't have insulted the Dane...

Russia snaps back to attention as he felt the blade of Sweden's sword prick the back of his neck. It seems that it's just those three, but Russia can see Finland huddled over by Denmark, just in case Russia decided to have another go and bruise the other side of Denmark's face. While Russia was held in this tense position, at a World Meeting no less, Norway hissed out his command.

"You try anything like that again, and I swear to every God, that I will lodge you unto a spear and let you waste away in your own land, covered by the wind and snow so that no one may ever find you."

Norway looked ferocious, something only his family has seen, something Denmark never expected to see since the Viking Times. Especially since Norway dropped his blank-eyed stare for a more warrior glare for him.

Though Denmark would much rather have Norway smile at him instead of glare at his enemy, the affection was the same... you know, mostly.

Sweden looked the same as always, except his scary stance and towering build worked to his advantage as he purposely made himself look hostile. If Sweden's normal stare was enough to put someone under, then Sweden's glare was enough to kill someone without even being touched.

Denmark was touched at this. Never did he expect Sweden out of anyone to stand up for him, considering what had conspired between them...

Iceland, the smallest of the Nordics, wasn't backing down either. His firm grip on the knife that pointed straight at Russia's throat never wavered nor shook. Though he had to incline both arm and neck to see the Russian, Iceland knew he was the one calling the shots. One simple movement from Russia was all it would take to send the silver haired boy forward, stabbing the taller man.

Never had Denmark seen such power in little Iceland. Iceland was known for not really partaking in wars or violence, content to stay on his volcanic island alone. Seeing Iceland stand up to Russia for him? Well, though it was completely uncalled for and irrelevant, Denmark couldn't help but feel proud.

Last but not least was Finland, the brown eyed man standing over the fallen Dane, Denmark's ax in his hands. Denmark couldn't see Finland's features, but he could feel the stubborn disposition, the unyielding set of his jaw; which together with the dominance in his eyes tallied together to make Finland seem bigger than he was. Finland was all types of grandeur, holding a steady place before Denmark in which he would only go down if he was brought down.

Denmark knew Finland was capable of so much more than he had accomplished, but to the extent he did not know. Until now it seemed. But what Denmark did not know was the thoughts that raced through each mind of the men standing before him.

He's an idiot, but he's OUR idiot. If you think you can so much as breathe on him wrong, you are sorely mistaken.

It is not like we care for him in any special way. He is loud and crude. But, he is family. What would you do for you family?

Only one of us can take him down. I have many a time before challenged him, but that was out of respect. You do not respect him, so you have no right to fight him.

You will not get past them, but even if you do, I want you to know I am right here. If you try anything, your head will be hitting the ground faster then you can say, "Da."

Denmark was theirs' and theirs' alone. No matter how messed up your family is or how much you hate a member of it, you never turn your back on them.

And they will never turn their backs on him.