Danmark froze for a second, eyes narrowing at the boy. After a few seconds of watching, one hand pushed down on Alvin's head, stilling the rocking. "One Rule: Don't call me Danny, brat. It's Danmark." He huffed, eyebrows furrowing. As if some puppy face was going to sway him. With a soft for him shove, Danmark pushed Alvin to the side and continued forward, waving one hand over his shoulder. "And I said to make your own God damn sandwich! I'm not your maid, kid." There was no way something as trivial like that could work. He would be insulted, that is, if he wasn't to thick skulled to be insulted by that. But, better not to insult him, hm?