He knows what he likes 11 8, 1:19am

"It's just a stupid boulder,"Sweden scoffed, crossing his arms as he watched the Dane fawn childishly over an enormous, innocuous looking rock. It was bad enough that the two of them were lost in the middle of the forest , but now his only companion, who had been moaning about beer snatching ghosts and brain sucking butterflies every five minutes had now apparently lost his mind. At least Norway could've made a shelter, caught some food, or gotten them back to civilization....

"It's not just a boulder. It's a rock!" Denmark, looking almost offended, retorted, before smiling gleefully at it and squealing as he embraced it, nuzzling it's craggy face. "A rock! A rock! A great, big, beautiful rock! Oh, the pioneers used to ride these babies for miles, and it's in great shape!"

"Denmark!Will you stop talking about the stupid pioneers? Have you noticed that there are none of them left? That's because they were lousy hitchikers, ate hakarl, and took directions from the French! And now you're telling me they thought they could drive..."