If you want to plot/scheme/give me feedback on Denmark's playing, please contact the mun by commenting here~!

ALSO SUPER SPECIAL SIDE-NOTE: To my knowledge, Denmark has no human name so far released, and since what's been said about him officially is pretty much a trading card, I'm pretty much rolling with the fandom ball here as far as personality goes, so yeah...any pointers would be AWESOME SAUCE.

[Denmark is/was tending to the kitchen.

...At least, till he glanced out the window and noticed hey, that rain's kind of not right and was it just him or was the lighting in the neighboorhood behind him dim?

Peering through the window, he raises a brow]

Just what do those guys think they're doing?

[Loud Danish cursing can be heard filtering through the Kierkegaard residence]

Can someone please speak in a language I understand...even English is fine!

I just never did get a hold of Kiku's language...something about a car, right?

People are talking about those cars or like that sushi stuff...I think.

[Coughing into his hand, Denmark swaggers back to put his work apron in the wash--looking thoughtful]

Well, at least it's nothing too vital...there's always pantomime.

Still, it'd be nice if I had a translator...

[Nation-tans and people alike will notice a unusually somber Denmark sitting on his front porch, and next to him is a very tall mountain of alcohol of the Scandinavian variety well, as close as the town can get. With another loud sigh, he tosses the can somewhere in the vague direction of the trash can and opens another]

...What is it with this place and those drones.

Norge's already pretty out-of-it already...jeez.

[knocks back another gulp]

Maybe I should've spent more time with him or something...

[A sigh is heard and the sound of someone opening doors over and over]

Seriously you--come out already!

I was only kidding when I said I didn't want you as my son and...

[Tthe creak of a chair as Isak rests his chin on his palm and waits]

...You didn't have to go disappearing like that.

Maybe I should put a wanted ad out or something...

[ooc: Denmark has no idea his son of a week is now a drone. Cue him acting slightly responsible for what he said last time--feel free to let him know or just...watch him avoiding it all together]

Ísland?

Norge?

...Sverige?

Where are you?

Why am I here?

[a sound of something like a picture frame being picked up]

Since when did I have A FAMILY LIKE THIS?!

...

[a low whistle is heard]

Though...I could've done worse...