Denmark felt a bit of reassurance from his words - at least she didn't have to worry about aggression from him. But she shook her head, also lowering her cup. She leaned in a bit closer, glancing to the door. Germany was still sensitive about this topic after all this time, and she didn't want to upset him. "It may have been fine for you, but it wasn't for me," she murmured. "In World War 2, I was occupied despite being neutral. My people suffered, and many died just because of who they were. The wounds have healed, but the scars still remind me." Her grip tightened, and the plastic cup crinkled loudly. "They ignored the fact that I was neutral, and they occupied me - I wasn't strong enough to hold them off. He treated me better than the others, but I was still imprisoned." She remembered working as an unpaid maid, watching Germany from the sidelines as he rose and fell. "I have to find out what Sweden and Germany are up to. I'm on the mainland - you're an island. You have much land compared to me. It's different for you," she finished. Holding up the spoon again, she ate a bit more of the cheese. "I will need help if I am attacked."