( he pulls back as if wounded, taking a step back and bracing his weight on that foot. and then he's forward again, choosing to take offence, choosing to feel rejected. )

And what are you going to chose? ( let me chose for you, he wants to say. he doesn't. he thinks it; he would have in the past. he does know that. ) To leave me? Ya talk about 'us' but that's what ya wanna do, isn't it? If you wanted that you wouldn't talk about needing a choice!

( it's mean, maybe, but he's not thinking like that; he's angry, now, turning norway's stubbornness back around; feeling him pull away with the breaking of the union, feeling sweden at his borders. helping him, visiting him, spending years at his side — hasn't he treated norway well? hasn't he done his best? why is it that people leave him? and nor, who he knows better than anyone and likes better than anyone — doesn't he get that? see how careful he's been, to listen and speak for him and not do anything, be too forward or too close, to treat him as a real best friend for all this time? why is he throwing it all away? )

I don't need a choice! ( he continues without a pause, and he pushes back forward, maybe trying to loom, overpower norway with his superior height and size; intimidate and get his way; he grasps him by the shoulders once more. ) I just wanna stay with ya, Nor!