Denmark sat in one of the few tents that were still up, reading reports.
The first group would reach the Irish coast by late afternoon tomorrow; the second group would get there early the following morning.
He wished he had more pilots. As it was, he barely had enough, and they were going to be exhausted long before they reached the U.S. coast.
Well, he could change their shifts a bit after everyone was off the mainland.
A knock interrupted his thoughts. Would the paperwork never stop coming? "Come in."
Prussia came into the tent, though not without looking over his shoulder nervously. "I need to ask you a favor."
Denmark sighed. "I'll do what I can. What is it?"
Prussia handed him a document. Denmark scanned it quickly. "Am I understanding this?"
Prussia nodded.
Denmark frowned. "Are you sure? 'Request to prohibit persons from entering battle….' That's fairly serious, especially without a good reason."
"I have an awesome reason."
"Let's hear it."
Prussia took a deep breath. "As you know, Hungary's going to have a baby."
"Yes…"
"I don't vant her fighting. At all."
"Shecan take care of herself."
"Denmark! I'm asking you, man-to-man, to take my side! I-I don't know what I would do if somezzing happened to her…Please, you understand, don't you?"
Of course Denmark had understood. The central part of his nature, the driving essence within him, drove him to protect those he loved. It had always been thus. He sighed again. "Alright. I'll approve it. But you're going to tell Hungary."
Prussia nodded. "Of course. I expected no less of you. Zhank you, Denmark."
Denmark scribbled his signature at the bottom of the document. "Good luck telling her."
Prussia nodded again. "I zhink I'll need it."