... stares. "What the..."

him a smirk, repeating Norway's words from earlier. "I'm bored. *Entertain* me." He smirks wider, remembering their last fight.

"Fuck, no!" remembers their last fight too well, and is hurt from last night. Takes a step back. "Back off."

Whaaat? I just want a fight...

"No! You'll touch things you shouldn't want to touch! Stay away." takes some steps back.

smirks. "Why would *I* do something like that?"

"Because you're... immoral!" is ready to punch him if he comes closer.

looks offended. "Immoral?"

"Yes. That's not a thing you should put your hand on. Only Denmark can." nods

shrugs. "I never said anything about that. I just wanted a fight."

stares for a while. "Okay..." punches him.

a little grin and punches him back.

stumbles back a little and knees his stomach.

doubles over, but swings his leg at Norway's side.

screams in pain, was already hurt. Glares at him, holding his side and punches him again

isn't going to fall for the "Oh, i'm hurt!" trick twice, and continues to punch Norway.

raises his bandaged hand, trying to defend the punches

blinks a bit at the bandages, but doesn't stop his assult.

assault*

punches his jaw, hard, trying to stop him

cries out, staggering back and rubbing his jaw. He glares. "Bastard!"

still holding his side, glaring

stares at him. "God, what happened to you?"

"Not your business."

rolls his eyes. "Fine, then." He steps forward, punching the side of his face.

wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and kicks his stomach.

staggers back, and swings out at Norway's feet, tripping him.

falls to the ground and winces in pain.

smirks down at him, and kicks his side.

"What the fuck?!" pops out of nothing.

cries in pain, not moving from where he is, relieved Denmark arrived.

notices Denmark and stops.

facepalms and pushes Cuba away. "Ok, ok, kids, enough of fighting..." knees besides Norway, wondering if he's ok.

looks at Denmark, even more hurt. "Hey..."

rolls his eyes.

"Cuba...What have you done?" is serioulsy worried, and glares at Cuba.

raises his hands. "I didn't do nothin'."

"Liar! You started it!" mumbles, sitting up.

"Look at him! He looked better last night, and now he's all screwed and, damn, he's not talking!!!" grabs Norway by the shoulders and shakes

him repeatedly, still glaring at Cuba.

"I AM talking, what the flying fuck???" groans in pain and tries to shove him away.

"Ops..." let go of him, taking some distance and stands up. "So, Cuba..."

takes a deep breath, checking his side to see if the bandages are okay, or if he's not bleeding.

raises an eyebrow. "So?"

"Why were you two fighting, I mean, he was already hurt, so he'd be a monron to get in *another* fight...Now, why?"

simply shrugs.

"Denmark... it was nothing. I'm fine."

crosses his arms. "Ok, then..." keeps staring at them both. "Now, where was I...? Oh, yeah, looking for the maps." snaps his fingers.

slowly stands up. "Stop looking for them. I already told you I'm gonna fix it, you gave me three days!"

"not those maps, other ones my boss asked me...And I have to see the politics stuff.." frowns, cursing the paperwork.

"Oh, I see." nods, feeling better.

"Can you believe she asked me maps about the climate? Oh, geez, crazy woman...I bet it's because of the COP15..." pouts.

"Probably. It's not a bad thing, you know. It'll help all of us." smiles at him.

"Yeah, I hope so...It'll be hell, though, all those nations running aronud my city and making a mess. I hope I can find at least one driking

buddy during the summits...Who knows?" chuckles.

"You probably will. Who's going?"

"Alfred said he will, coming with his boss, China also said he'd be there... I don't remember Ivan saying anything...Maybe Sweden will join

us...Brazil said he'd come...I don't know, my boss has the list, though." tries to remember more names. "you! you're going too, right?"

nods. "Yeah..."

"Good..." stands up and stretches. "well, see ya~!" waves and leaves running.

stares.