tries to resist the urge to poke at him, and fails. "How bad is the headache this time?"

grumbles into a pillow. That's... a good response, right?

takes a seat next to him and pats him on the shoulder. "There there. Not your fault you drank too much. Oh, wait..." Sure, he's being a

complete ass right now, but he can't resist. Messing with a hungover Denmark is a past time.

grumbles again and moves enough to swat at Iceland. "Dun... 'member drinkin'..."

easily avoids Denmark's attempt at hitting him. "I guess that means you had a lot, now didn't you?"

"Nnngggh..." That was intelligent. He would mentally berate himself for it, if he had a mind left.

pats him again. "Do you even remember where you went? Or did you just drink alone here?"

shakes his head a little. "Dunno..." Shifts a little closer to Iceland. Because person...

finds that now since he's getting no good responses, he might as well help the poor guy. He sighs. "Do you want me to get you some water or

something?"

nods into the pillow. "...please..." But also doesn't want him to go. Is a big baby.

"... I'll be back in a second. I'm sure you can survive." After watching Denmark for another second, he gets up and heads to the kitchen. He

vaguely remembers where everything is, so it doesn't take him long to find a cup and quickly put some ice and water into it. Carefully, he

takes it back to Denmark. "You're gonna need to sit up if you're gonna drink it."

"Dun wanna..." But he starts moving anyway... Because he knows this headache of old and knows its cure. Sits up slowly, but keeps his eyes

closed, blindly groping for the cup.

Instead of letting Denmark try for 20 minutes to grab the cup, he just shifts closer and places it up to his lips. "Here."

didn't expect that. Brings his hands up quickly to grab the cup as he tilts his head back to drink a little. And then a little more.

continues to hold the cup up until finally, a majority of it is gone. "Good boy." he says with a small smirk.

lets the cup go and grimaces. "'m not a dog, Ice..."

"Never said you were." he places the cup on the nightstand. "I guess my job here is done." he says as he begins to get up to take his leave.

grabs Iceland's hand and immediately lies down, tugging his arm. "Dun go..."

stumbles backwards, almost losing his footing. He turns and looks down at the hungover mess that is Denmark before sighing. "Fine. But don't

expect me to keep serving you."

shakes his head. "Never..." Always. Keeps a hold on Iceland's wrist, though. Doesn't want him to go away.

doesn't try to get Denmark to let go, and instead sits down next to Denmark. "How much did you even have last night..." he asks quietly,

looking around the room for any sign of a bottle or two.

"Really dunno.. A lot...?" Judging from his headache, that's a good assumption.

Knows that Denmark has a relatively high alcohol tolerance, so in order for him to be this hungover, it must have been a couple bottles.

"Do you know why you drank that much? You couldn't have honestly just felt like drinking the night away by yourself."

shakes his head. "'s all black. Dunno anything..." Turns a little and curls up around Iceland.

lets him do so, not having the energy or will to push him away. Denmark was harmless when he was this hungover. "Maybe it'll come back to

you sometime."

"Maybe." It's nice to have a comforting presence next to him. Shifts to lay his head in Iceland's lap as much as he can.

let's him do so, thinking if he's this hungover he deserves a break, as well as a bit of sympathy. "Maybe you should sleep more."

grumbles a little, then manages to form a few words. "...'m trying..."

pats his head. "How long do you want me to stay here? I can't stay forever, y'know..."

might be pouting. Just a little bit. "Why not?" Clings a little tighter.

"Because I have a lot of work to do. And by the looks of that-" he points to a stack of papers on a nearby table. "I'm guessing you do as

well."

groans and tightens his grip on Iceland. "Work is stupid, I don't wanna do it."