As soon as Denmark took hers, Iceland carefully set his bag down on the ground so he could stand up. The pleasant little cups came with their own plastic spoons to make them very nice foods to eat on the go. He peeled the top off and dug the spoon into the top of the dairy product to start eating it. Skyr had to be the best invention of all time. There were so many things that it could be used for but it tasted just great on its own. But the spoon paused in his mouth as Denmark mentioned sides. Oh. Shuffling around rather awkwardly, he set the spoon back down in the Skyr, having not taken a bit from it. "Denmark, I'm neutral," he replied with a frown. Some would have found it difficult to actually admit but that would have just made things more difficult and cause problems later on. He knew could see the look she was giving him but fighting was just too much for him. "All I want is peace. If the rest of the world wants war, they can have one without me. I will not risk the lives of my citizens over someone else's arguments." He looked around at the rest of the room and sighed faintly. It seemed like every time someone was fighting, he was egged and pushed towards a side. But he wasn't going to do that. He was neutral! "Why can't we just do what we did in World War II?" He pressed, lowering the Skyr container slightly. "It was better when we did that. Better than sending our people off to die."