[ Norway's anger doesn't subside with the touch but he doesn't pull away, mostly because he isn't really sure what to do or what he feels. He's angry, he tries to focus it on Denmark but this is all he'll get, this unconvincing speech. But there's an underlying melancholy that he's been feeling since independence came up, back when the war was starting to go south.

He should go for it without hesitation, without bothering with Denmark like this. ] You think I'm gonna let you hand me over? [ He pushes at Denmark's shoulder without really trying to shove him away. ] I hafta leave. What your boss says doesn't mean anything if I have my own.