Denmark had recently heard the news from the eastern front. He wanted to hear why, exactly, Sweden had not chosen to fight Russia. It seemed so out-of-character…
Norway must be involved.
"Norge!" Denmark shouted while standing outside of Norway's tent.
"What do you want, Danmark?" Norway sounded irritated at the distraction.
"I need to talk to you."
Norway didn't say anything for a moment. "Fine."
Denmark entered the tent- and completely forgot what he was going to say.
Norway was seated on the ground and Normandy was walking- yes, walking! -towards his outstretched arms. She stumbled, fell, and started crying, but Norway scooped her up.
"Shh, shh, you're okay now," he murmured, bouncing her slightly. She hiccupped and stopped crying.
"What?" Norway asked, turning to Denmark.
Denmark quickly tried to remember why he'd come. "Um…Sweden!"
"What about him?"
"Why isn't he fighting Russia?"
"Why should he?"
"Finland!"
Normandy began fussing. Norway glared at Denmark (because it was totally his fault), then reached for a bottle of formula. "I've already promised him that Finland would be liberated first."
"In exchange for what?"
"He doesn't go fight Russia and possibly lose his life."
"How can you expect him to go along with that?!"
"I need him," Norway said simply, "and he understands that. Besides, Russia won't kill Finland. But if something happen to Sweden, we should go ahead and surrender now."
"If we surrender, you'll-"
"Yes. Danmark, I know." He sighed and put the empty bottle of formula on the table. "I've got the papers drawn up, if you want to see them."
Denmark shook his head. "No. Never. You made me read those papers before, and I hated it."
Norway smiled sadly. "It must be regarded as a possibility."
"You damn manipulative bastard! What do you want from me?"
Norway glared. "You came to see me, remember? And if you recall, it was you who manipulated me into being 'King of the North'."
"Well, I'm not saying that you didn't learn from the best…"
"Idiot." He set Normandy down (probably so she'd stop trying to play with his curl) and stood. "Look, we don't have the resources to get Finland right now. We don't even have the resources to clear out Little Brother's house."
"Are you okay, Norge?"
"Not really. I've got a headache." He tried to pour himself another cup of coffee, but, due to his trembling hands, managed instead to spill most of it on his papers.
"Is that it, Nor?" Denmark asked, taking the coffee pot away from Norway and pouring a cup of coffee.
"The resistance isn't going well." Norway took a sip of coffee.
"Oh?"
"Only Oslo remains free. The rest-" He shook his head. "It's gone."
"I'm so sorry, Lukas."
"It's fine. I'll survive. My heart still beats. It's still free."
The implication that it wouldn't be for much longer hung in the air.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No, I'm alright, Danmark. Iceland might enjoy a story, though."
"Of course. Let me know if you need anything." He started to leave.
"Danmark?"
"Ja?"
"You're here. I don't need anything."
Grinning, Denmark left the tent.
A/N: I also think that Sweden still has some sort of feelings for Norway, despite Finland. Not that I ship SuNor.