"Hej, Sve!" Bel startled for a moment as they both look over to see a tall blond, male nation, waving and smiling like an idiot. He was dressed in a Christmas red, button up collared shirt with a black tie and black matching slacks. The tall man seemed to energetic for her and cruel. The gentleman had a poor platinum haired nation in a headlock. The poor thing was pleading to be let go and was trying everything he could to pull out of it. The taller nation just giggled and looked as if he tightened his grip.

Sweden grabbed the bridge of his nose, pushing up his glasses. He shut his eyes closed for a moment. "Gre't... Not h'm", he said under his breath. Sweden could feel his blood rise to his ears. He glared at Danmark. "Who's he?" "D'nmark und he's drunk", he snapped. Berwald could tell this wasn't going to end well, of course when ever Danmark is around and drunk, nothing ever ends well. He prayed the asshole, would leave her alone.

"Hej! Sve! Didn't know you could actually talk to a girl. Wow and she's nice looking too! What's your name kære?" Damn it, why couldn't he just mind his own business, Berwald wondered. Bel just shook her head. She didn't understand the last word but she still thought of something witty to say back. Before Berwald could warn her to keep quiet, "Doesn't matter! I don't talk to men who play with little boys, mon ami!" Belgium looked over to Sweden who's jaw was locked in place.

Damn it, he thought. This was really going to get ugly. "You sh'uldn't hav' done tha' ", Berwald warned. "Why not", she asked with a light chuckle. Sweden was reminded that Bel didn't know Danmark or his temper. "It 'ncourages h'm." "Oh", Bel looked down at her glass. "It's alr'ght. You d'dn't know."

Berwald and Bel didn't see Danmark come up quickly. A heavy hand slammed on the table top. Causing Bel to startle loudly and Sweden to jump. "Hallå", Berwald yelled at him. Sweden felt his blood rush, his heart quicken. He was ready for a fight as he flew to his feet. Danmark had leaned forward into Bel's face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch what you said. Care to repeat that?" Danmark was hissing through his teeth and his dark blue eyes narrowed on her. Belgium froze with fear. She was shaking uncontrollably. Bel finally managed to get to her feet swiftly as she came back to her senses.

Danmark took a step towards her, forcing her back again. Berwald got between them. The two large male nations were now nose to nose. The air thickened between the two of them. "D'nmark go on, yer drunk. Sh' doesn't h've to answ'r you." Danmark smiled broadly like an idiot. "Ja.., she does."

Sweden could smell the booze on him. He was very drunk and very hostile. He hated it when Mathias got like this. "Besides, why are you here defending her? You have Tino to go home to. Greedy bastard!" Even when drunk, Danmark knew how to press Sweden's buttons. Berwald flexed his jaw as he clenched his fists tightly.

"You sh'uld be da one..." Bel shrieked when Berwald took the blunt force of the hit. Sweden's jaw and lip barely felt the heavy thud. He was used to taking hits from him. "Tch, cun't even thr'w a dec'nt punch. Yer drunk. Go hom'." Berwald wasn't even pushed back by the assault. He just wiped his lip and readjusted his glasses, as he stood straight. "Yer scar'n da poor wom'n."

Berwald squared up, placing the frightened woman behind him. Danmark took another step to take another swing. Another fist came out from the side, hitting Danmark on the chin. The sucker punch was all that was needed. The large nation collapsed.

"Deck! The halls with boughs of holly." The shorter nation gave a drunken chuckle as he sipped on his beer with the opposite hand. Norway was clearly drunk himself, with red puffy cheeks and hazy blue eyes. "Tack, Norge." The nation offered a wide toothy grin. "Beklager, I didn't bring you a beer Sverige." Norway was so drunk he was having some difficulty standing.

Iceland laughed nervously as the Berwald and Lukas turned their heads over to see a woman in a white dress with blue snowflakes, and a blue satin sash around the waist, tending to Iceland. Bel had him in a chair and bent over in front of him causing him to blush violently. The two watching nations couldn't help but laugh. Iceland was as red as the Christmas decorations.

Belgium had a white towel and placing it on the top of Iceland's head, who was squirming in his seat. She had such a lovely smile as she gently pressed it to his head. "It's a bump, I don't care how small. Just sit there and let me put some ice on it." He tried to protest as he glanced over with his violet blue eyes, pleading Norway to save him. Norway chuckled again and gulped the rest of his beer. He turned and set the stein down next to the knocked out Dane.

"Sverige, isn't she nice?" Norway put his hands deep into his pockets as he turned back to Bel and Iceland. "Yer drunk." Sweden couldn't help but chuckle. He knew where Norge was taking this conversation. "Ja, ja... I am, but what I'm saying is... It's Christmas time, you shouldn't be spending it alone. Maybe you should spend some time with someone like her or you can spend it with us boys."

Sweden looked at the shorter nation standing there, readjusting his navy blue, silk tie. Norway pulled the down the cuffs of his silk, white button up. The shorter nation knew how to dress sharp he thought.

"H'w drunk 're you?" Norway laughed. "How drunk do I look?" Lukas glanced at Berwald who was giving him a glare he was quite used to, warning him he's skating on thin ice. "All I'm saying..." Berwald cut him off sharply. "I know wha' yer say'n Norge", Berwald said with the sound of defeat in his tone. "Tino is..." Norway interupted him, while watching Bel fuss after Iceland.

"He's off working and making others smile, while you wait here. Then to top it off, when he gets back he avoids you, just to take off to stay at another nation's place. It's time to start looking up other avenues, my venn." Berwald knew Norge was only being rude and forward because he was drunk.

Part of Berwald knew he was right though and it made his chest hurt. "Besides, she's a new nation, it makes for a fresh start." Berwald was becoming irritated. His lip started to throb and the only person who ever really had his respect, was telling him to leave the person he loved. Berwald had to pause and remind himself Norge was drunk.

Iceland and Belgium made there way back to the chatting nations. Iceland was glaring at Norge. Lukas just smiled with a wide toothy grin again. Berwald gave a slight smile to Bel who smiled back warmly. He bit his lower lip forgetting it was punched and causing it to bleed again. He flinched at the sharp pain. Norway at this time grabbed Mathias by the back of the collar of his shirt and started to drag him behind him. Iceland followed his brother.