waddles by, with big white sleeves dragging along on the ground.

... can't shoot a kid. He pops out from under the bush cautiously... it was one of the nordics, right? 'Norway?'

spins around. Where is brother? He does not see him. The voice from the gods lied to him.

tilts his head, he responded but looked more confused than anything. Who was the other feminine nordic? 'Iceland?'

stops and looks up at the sky. Okay, so maybe the gods wanted to send him a message. "Ja?"

walks forward, careful not to scare him away. He pulls out a chocolate bar, 'You okay?'

looks in the direction of where the voice is coming from. Not a god. He does not back away, trying not to show any fear. But he also has no

idea what the tall one is saying. Not like that matters. He didn't understand what Vinland and Greenland said, either. But Vinland vanished

somehow and Greenland just eats snow. Okay, so, this one will just be his new minion.

watches the other before kneeling down to his level, opening the bar. He breaks off a piece, holding it out.

looks at whatever he is offering, only to reach out and hit it away.

raises an eyebrow before taking a bite of the bar. He sits back on his bum, starting a staring contest with the little one. 'Icey~'

rubs at his own face when he hears whatever his new minion just said. He then looks up over at his hands to glare.

smirks, 'Icey Icey Icey~'

does not have his sword on him, so he uses a flailing attack on him.

laughs, behind his hand giving Iceland an amused look. He is unaffected... unless a fit of the giggles counts.

blows a raspberry at him. He is not amused.

blows one back, before chiming 'Icey~' He is amused and will proceed to attempt to tickle the little child.

pulls back. This one is certainly more clever than the last two. Now he isn't sure what to do. He doesn't have anyone to back him up.

follows on his knees, reaching out to tickle his sides. He will continue until he gets him, because Australia is amused too much by this.

makes a run for it. This guy is too big.

gets on his feet, ready to chase... but that would cruel wouldn't it? He stands to ponder this, pulling out the chocolate from his pocket to

munch on.

slowly comes to a stop, turning to watch his minion. Well, it seems like he cannot run. So, he will forgive him. He approaches the tall one,

giving him a pat on the lower leg for reassurance.

stares... he has seen this behaviour with Bruce. He breaks out into a grin, 'Thanks Icey~' he singsongs, curious as to how far he can push_

the nickname.

then hits his leg. Bad, minion. "Bad!"

would wince... if it hurt. He reaches down to ruffle Iceland's hair, 'Icey is good? Did ya say that?'

now hits his hand away, still not understanding what the other is saying. "Bad!"

oozing with happiness, brightly smiling,'Good?'

pouts. "Baaaaaad."

pulls out his phone, bringing up the translation app. 'Hvað er slæmt?' he reads, pronunciation awful.

makes a face at the terrible accent, then pointing at Australia.

laughs it off, typing something else into his phone. 'Ícey er svo sætur og vitlaus~,' he teases, winking.

((Iceland is so cute mad so you don't have to translate it.))

( he is, isn't he? /shotdead )

whacks at him! He's such a terrible minion. "Bad!"

actually frowns! That hurt. He grabs his water gun, hanging from his back and squirts him in the face, 'Sætur~'

not expecting that, getting water in his eyes. He knows he is a strong viking, but that was just mean...So he bursts into tears.

... flails. He kneels down, hushing. 'Aww, Iceland come on. Don't cry eh?' He tries to rub his back... tears were his weak spot.

then pops him in the mouth. Hah, he fell for that. And deserved it.

rubs at his jaw, blinking. He blinks some more, rolling his jaw. 'Bad.'

huffs at him. Well, if he was a better minion, he would have got that. "Bad."

Icey is an awful master. He pokes Iceland's cheek, rubbing his mouth with his free hand. 'Icey is bad.'

this guy is just bad. He huffs, pulling away. "Bad."

tilts his head, before conceding. He points at his own chest with a sad pout, 'Bad?'

nods, attempting to cross his arms.

pouts some more, looking as sad as possible. Which is hard when he's holding back a grin that could threaten to split his face. 'Sorry.'

then begins to walk away. This guy is not very funny.

hilarious in his opinion. He waves, 'Bye bye Icey~'