["That's your big plan?" Norway thinks. He frowns when he hears it. For a second he'd thought that maybe Spain had been onto something - that maybe there actually would be a way for them to leave without it having to come to blows. But he won't comment on it. Best to just let him dream of it.]

[His hands still for a moment when he hears 'Monaco'. Then he glances up, acknowledging that he heard him, before looking down and continuing.]

Ran into miss Monaco a day back. Didn't talk with her long, mind. Downright scared, she was.