[Only now it's coming together, when the barrel of the gun is already staring him in the face. Norway wasn't talking about him and England, he was talking about himself. Sending him home]
... No.
[It could be the answer Norway's looking for, but it sounds like it might just be a reply to the situation as a whole, breathed out quietly, still on the edge of disbelief. The smile's gone, and a moment later so is the confusion, replaced with a harder look]
I won't go home yet.
[He can feel his body moving before he knows what he's doing, pushing up from its seat and throwing itself right at Norway. It's instinctual, this isn't the first time he's been caught looking down his nose at a gun. Running won't help, Norway has the range to shoot, but he's larger, heavier, and he'll use his body as his weapon, aiming to ram himself right into Norway, topple him]
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... No.
[It could be the answer Norway's looking for, but it sounds like it might just be a reply to the situation as a whole, breathed out quietly, still on the edge of disbelief. The smile's gone, and a moment later so is the confusion, replaced with a harder look]
I won't go home yet.
[He can feel his body moving before he knows what he's doing, pushing up from its seat and throwing itself right at Norway. It's instinctual, this isn't the first time he's been caught looking down his nose at a gun. Running won't help, Norway has the range to shoot, but he's larger, heavier, and he'll use his body as his weapon, aiming to ram himself right into Norway, topple him]