I hope you guys enjoy this one. Seriously. If you don't enjoy Sweden singing and dancing along to ABBA, then I don't know what's wrong with you. Jk. And once again, I am absolutely not a pro at this. Trust me, I was like, super stressed while writing this story. And uh, this was from a headcanon I found. XD And so, I'm gonna stop rambling and just get on with the story. XDD

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

It was a nice quiet afternoon in the Nordic household, mostly because a certain blonde Nordic nation was the only one there. (And no, it's not Denmark.)

He walked around the house, looking for the others. Walking into the living room, he called out in that low voice of his.

"Denmark? Norway?" No response.

Then he walked into the bedroom Iceland and Norway sometimes shared. (What? They are brothers, after all.) He knocked twice and called out again.

"Iceland?" Again, no response.

Lastly, he looked into the kitchen.

"Finland?" Still no response.

'So they aren't at home.' Sweden thought to himself while occasionally glancing at the DVD player. After a few minutes of hard and careful thinking, he walked into his bedroom and walked out holding a disk that had 'ABBA' scrawled on top with big letters.

He walked back into the living room, popped the disk into the player and the song "Dancing Queen" started playing. (A/N: Okay. Dying right now. XD)

At first, he was just listening quietly, then he stood up and started dancing wildly, and eventually started singing at the top of his lungs.

"Dancing queen! Young and sweet!

Dancing queen! Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah!

You can dance! You can jive!

Having the time of your life!

Oooh, see that girl! Watch that scene!

Diggin' the dancing queen!"

Yeah… Try to wrap that around your mind. Just, let the mental image slowly seep into your mind.

Meanwhile, while that was happening, the other four Nordic nations were hiding behind the bushes, watching from a nearby (open) window.

"This is so going online!" Denmark quietly exclaimed while holding a video camera up. "See? I told you guys he liked ABBA!"

Norway clamped his hand over the Danish man's mouth.

"Will you keep your mouth shut, Dane?!" He hissed quietly. "We'll get caught at this rate!" He added.

"No, we won't! Will you calm down?" Denmark told him, still watching Sweden.

"And you do know that Sweden will kill you if he finds out, right? I'll definitely pay to see that." Norway adds.

"Haha. Very funny, Norge." Denmark says sarcastically. "And he won't find out. Trust me."

"This is so hilarious and so disturbing at the same time." Iceland mumbled.

"Iceland, will you please call me big brother now?" Norway pleaded.

"You're talking about that now?! No! I'm not a little boy anymore!" Iceland hisses in response.

"I didn't know Ruotsi liked that band! I should get him an album for Christmas, won't he be surprised." Finland giggled to himself.

Well… At least he thought he was alone. And if you're planning on asking, yes. Denmark is fine.

"Danmark… what are you watching?"

"Uhhh… Nothing?"

*insert painful screaming here*

…Or not.

"Now this… is entertainment…" A certain Norwegian mused to himself as he enjoyed a bowl of popcorn.

Well… That was… something. And don't just stand there Norway, go and help Denmark. XD

Norway: No. *chews on popcorn*

Me: Welp.

Anyways… Uh… I hope you enjoyed. Seriously. This was hard to do. XD

Norway: Hurry up. You're missing the best part. *still watching Denmark*

Me: *shrugs* Oh, well. *sits beside Norway and chews popcorn*

Translations:

Norge (Norwegian) - Norway

Ruotsi (Finnish) - Sweden

Danmark (Swedish and Danish) - Denmark

*Constructive criticism is appreciated*