[Norway was probably expecting to have a relaxing afternoon. One full of something warm to drink, a blanket, a book, slippers. Unfortunately, the moment Norway decides to visit a closet with one of those items in it, the other is tugged into the closet forcefully, a hand closing around the front of his shirt. The minute he tries to say anything, Denmark's voice is the one telling him to 'shhh'.]
Hang on, hang on, shhh.
[and then the other seems to be waiting for something.]
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Hang on, hang on, shhh.
[and then the other seems to be waiting for something.]