Cyanide-Flowers

"Denmark, what do you think you're doing?" Norway asked as he placed his hands on the rims of his small hips. In front of him, Denmark was staring up at the ceiling while balancing a stout bottle of clear alcohol on his forehead. He concentrated long and hard to keep the bottle from slipping off the side of his noggin' and from tripping forward over his nose. Intently, he stared inwards with his eyes, going cross-eyed. To top it all off, he stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth and cinched his eyebrows together. Without making a sound, Mathias slowly stood up, wobbling back and forth with his arms out to the sides in order to keep the ba

"Alright, Ísland. What is going on?" I pulled my brother aside. The five of us were at a local bar that we all went drinking at once in a while. Today was not just one of those days, though. Today, Danmark and, surprisingly, Finland had dragged me here for my birthday. Nils and Berwald dogged them as they had pulled me inside. I had thought that Iceland, at least, would provide me with an ally in the endeavor but that unfortunately proved false. "I don't know what you mean, Norge." They had all been acting peculiar for awhile now. Danmark could not sit still--in itself, not unusual, but he was acting more bizarre than is normal for hi