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[Sometime later in the day, Norway went out for a walk with his dog. Eventually he ended up in the park on a small hill. Once in awhile, he'd throw a tennis ball and wait for the dog to bring it back where he'd repeat the process, but otherwise he was simply relaxing under the shade with too much on his mind.
First there was Denmark acting funny. Then learning that Finland had shot Denmark which ended in some heated words and some violence, then confronting Sweden--Iceland didn't know, at least. Or he hoped. Deep down, he felt a little guilty about what he did to Finland, but he didn't feel comfortable with admitting it, let alone making a phone call to apologize just yet.
After the tenth or eleventh ball return, he puts all his emotions into the next throw. Careful, the ball might seek out your face. Or any part of your body. Or it might just hit that old woman drone in the face.]
First there was Denmark acting funny. Then learning that Finland had shot Denmark which ended in some heated words and some violence, then confronting Sweden--Iceland didn't know, at least. Or he hoped. Deep down, he felt a little guilty about what he did to Finland, but he didn't feel comfortable with admitting it, let alone making a phone call to apologize just yet.
After the tenth or eleventh ball return, he puts all his emotions into the next throw. Careful, the ball might seek out your face. Or any part of your body. Or it might just hit that old woman drone in the face.]