"Sir! They're surrendering!"
About damn time, too.
He took the binoculars from the aide to his right. Immediately, he saw the large white flag someone was waving. That person was not America. Odd.
He handed the binoculars back.
"Orders, sir?"
"Radio the launch deck. Tell them to cease fire at once."
"Yes, sir."
Denmark went below decks to get his gear; they'd be doing reconnaissance, in order to find survivors. And they had no idea how many people were behind the surrender; just because one person had surrendered, that did not mean the whole city had. It was best to be prepared.
In his room, he came across a very tearful Normandy.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked, pulling her into his lap and embracing her. He really could not remember the last time she'd cried; it just didn't happen very often. He was fairly certain that it had happened, though.
She shook her head.
"Come on, Sweetheart, you can tell me anything."
"Dan-Dan, I'm scared."
"Why are you scared, Sweetie? You're safe here."
She nodded. "I know…but….you'll find Papa, won't you?" She looked up at him. It was uncanny the way her eyes bored into his, as if she was looking at his soul. No doubt it was something she had inherited from her father, but even he had not been this good at it at her age.
If nothing else, she was her father's daughter and, as such, she deserved the truth.
"I'm not sure anymore. But I will do everything in my power to get him back, okay?"
She studied his soul for a moment longer. Apparently, what she saw satisfied her, for she nodded and hugged him. "Thank you, Dan-Dan." She was all smiles again, her morose mood gone as quickly as if had come. "I know you will. Good luck!" She hopped off his lap and left his room, likely looking for a good place to "talk to her fairies" in peace.
Denmark watched her leave. Normandy was definitely Norway's kid; there was no doubt about that. Norway, as difficult as it was to believe, had been similarly cheerful as a kid, though he'd had his moods.
He sighed. It was unfair how much she reminded him of Norge. Even her mannerisms mirrored his.
Dismissing such thoughts as useless, he stood and gathered up his gear. There was much to be done.
A/N: I need some help: Is Iceland a European nation, or is it North American? I say European. Other people, whose names I will not mention, say North American. Your input? Thanks!