Beginning at nine the next morning, Norway received a veritable barrage of text massages. Most of them were from Denmark (ever the drama queen), but some were from Sweden, Finland, and Iceland.
He ignored them all. The problems of the EU were not his problems. They were all poor, now that the euro was worthless, but he could see no benefit in helping them.
Still, Denmark did not like being ignored, as Norway was reminded when the Dane came over for a 'visit'.
Actually, he knocked down the front door. "Norge!"
"What, Dane?" It had been a very nice door, too…
"You gotta help me! It's awful!"
"What is happening?"
"People are rushing the banks! They are riots! Inflation is through the roof!"
"Just take some blood pressure medication. You'll be fine." Well, he wouldn't die of a heart attack, anyway. Strangulation, on the other hand….
"You don't understand, Norge!"
"Get. Out. Of. My. House. Dane."
"I'll become a colony."
Pause. "Excuse me?"
"I'll sign my lands over to you. Please, Nor, just stop the inflation!"
Norway considered. "So, a second Kingdom of Norway and Denmark?"
"Ja! Ja, anything!"
"Alright."
"That's it?" Denmark clearly had expected to have to make himself even more of a nuisance.
"Welcome to the Kingdom of Norway, Province."
"Province?!"
"If you don't like your new station, I suggest you leave now."
"No! No, I'll stay." He paused. "So, I guess we should seal our agreement, the way we sealed our other agreements…." He asked as he leaned in for a kiss.
Norway punched him in the mouth. "I'll draw up the paperwork," he sighed as he watched the very pathetic Dane sit very hard on his backside.