Denmark watched the two rival nations carefully, until they both sat down. She let out a soft sigh of relief, before she also joined them. These times were difficult. Everything had been so much easier at the start of this century. There had been many small wars and skirmishes, but at least two of the world's most powerful nations hadn't been at each other's throats. "I do not," she replied to Germany with a shake of her head. She really was glad to have him here. He was strong, but extremely diplomatic, and that was exactly what they needed at these meetings. She certainly wouldn't be able to pull those two countries off one another if it got into a fight, but he might be able to help. Just then, there was the chattering sound of southern European voices, and she was greeted by the sight of North Italy, Spain and another hooded person - Vatican? Spain started going on about getting drunk and not trading, placing particular emphasis on getting drunk. Denmark loved alcohol, especially beer and mead when she could find it. "I do not mind taking those who want a glass of beer to a pub, but we need to finish this meeting, ja? Those who have not spoken, please take your seats and do so." She nodded toward the new arrivals before turning back to the table. She had heard Britain's gaspy criticisms, but ignored them. After all, it was not her job to protect others from a sharp tongue. And a lot of it was quite true...