[Gasps as soon as Denmark is off of him. For a moment he stays there, breathing heavily, coughing from the water that he swallowed while they were thrashing around.]

[Where the hell did Denmark get to. Norway stares upward, thinks of lifting his head to look. Doesn't.]

Get over here.

[Grits his teeth as he says it, blinking back tears. It's the salt in the water, that's all.]