The Danish man in front of Norway laughed obnoxiously, obviously intoxicated as usual,"Norge! D-do you hear yourself!?" He leaned back in his chair,"Love is an emotion I do not require." He mimicked before cracking up once more,"Forever alone Norge!"
Norway sat there with the same monotonic expression which he always seemed to have, but hid the boiling anger and even the sadness he felt from that statement beneath.
Having enough of the damn drunk for one night, he turned away from every Nordic that sat at the table,"Where you goin' you loner?" Denmark cried out a bit to Norway.
Norway ignored this statement and made his way to the door. He looked back at a table full of confused eyes, even Sweden seemed a bit baffled. With that, Norway bursted out the doors in a sprint outside into the 10 below weather in only his navy blue uniform.
This obviously was not the best idea. The weather at night was pretty terrible and he could easily die of hypothermia