Where does this come from? Well. Uh..hard to explain. Let's just treat it as a crack twoshot.

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A blond, young looking man, wearing a blue sailor suit complete with hat, who's face carried a bored or even blank expression walked down in the streets of Amsterdam. He didn't really stand out, since Amsterdam was full with extraordinary people like him. Amsterdam was full with foreign people like him. No one was surprised when he asked something English. It was normal in Amsterdam, the capital of the Netherlands.

Of course, none would have thought he wasn't a normal human.

His name was Erik, Erik Sørensen and he was from Norway. Actually, to be precise, he wasn't only from Norway, he wás Norway. And Norway...was just taking a walk. In silence. Little did he know his precious silence would soon be disturbed by two tall, laid-back, slightly drunk men.

''Hé! Norge! Norge!''

Erik turned around with the same blank expression on his face, an expression that didn't change when he noticed his cheerful, grinning neighbour and friend. A scent of beer drove in his nose. Denmark.

''You've been drinking.''

The man pushed a bottle in Erik's hand and grabbed him to drag him over to the other man, who sheepishly waved and grinned before lying down again.

''Norge, we have a plaaan.''

Norway reached the trees and open field where the two of them sat down, one on each side of Netherlands. If he remembered this right, this was the Vondelpark...was it allowed to be drunk in public places like this? He stared at the beer bottle and gave it to the man beside him, who was more than happy to receive it. Netherlands didn't only smell like beer, he also smelled like...oh dear, they were high, too? The two of them shouldn't be left alone.

''You two do realise we have a meeting tomorrow?''

''Of course. We're not gaga,'' Netherlands answered.

They heard a giggle at their right side and Denmark commenting on Lady Gaga's newest outfit and how it would suit Norway. Said person pretended he didn't hear that and turned his focus on the non-Nordic nation instead.

''What's this plan Danmark is talking about?''

''Oh. Well. Nucleair bombs suck.''

Norway stared at him. ''Some explanation would be appreciated, Nederland.''

Netherlands grunted, grabbed another bottle and looked lazily at him. ''Basically...it's all about who's having the most nucleair bombs and destroying everything and such. It's not about fighting but about who can kill the most innocent people.'' He kicked off his shoes and saw one flying near the ducks in the pond. With a smile he watched the ducks making a huge noise, glaring angry at him, as if they were threatening him. His ducks weren't afraid of anything.

''So...we're going to show what it really was about and shock everyone tomorrow. Matthias said he would like to be viking once again.''

Norway couldn't do nothing but stare. Speechless. What kind of crazy, weird, mindless plan was that? Clearly a stupid idea of two drunk men. They were really planning to do such a...

''Join uuuus, viking Norge. We'll revive our eraaa,'' Denmark interrupted his thoughts. He shot an annoying glare to him, although the idea was tempting. He sighed, took the half-finished bottle away from Netherlands' hand and took a sip himself. Hmm. 1664. Belgian brand. Finally, some good stuff. Norway drank some more and threw the bottle at the other Nordic.

''So...let me get this straight. You two are going to show up in your old clothing, complete with axe and pipe?'' he asked, unbelievably. Denmark answered with a loud 'jaaaaa'. ''Even though you're the host, Nederland? I can't believe you guys. You're really going to do this?''

''We're going to do this becáuse I'm the host country,'' Netherlands corrected him.

''And you'll join us...viking Norge...I know you'll like it...'' the other nodded, surrounded by empty beer bottles. Norway just groaned. He knew it was a bad idea to hold an UN meeting in the Netherlands.