((I'm working on my other fics, but this idea struck me after watching a parody vid of Dream Meltic Halloween but with the Nordics. I couldn't let it go, and it sounded so scary-freaky-weird-awesome, I couldn't help myself. In fact, the fanfics cover is a drawing I made of Finland in the costume from the video (because I'm way too lazy to draw a pirate outfit).

This is my first time writing the Nordics, it seems. I honestly hope I didn't butcher Denmark or Sweden, because I love them both. I'm almost positive I got Norge, Icy, and Fin spot-on, though, so I hope this didn't turn out stupid.

Yeah, early Halloween fic. It's better I get it out of the way now.

Hetalia is not mine and it never shall be!))

Ah, fall. A wonderful, wonderful season.

The leaves turn splashes of orange and red, pumpkin-flavored treats abound, and the air turns cold and crisp.

But the best part, though, is the fact that Halloween was right around the corner.

The Nordic Five had definitely noticed this as well, and it became the topic of conversation one October evening.

"I can't believe Halloween will be here in a few days!" Finland said, voice full of wonder as he watched the leaves fall outside. "It almost seems too soon! Right, Su-san?"

Sweden, who was reading a book next to Finland, grunted in agreement.

"Too soon?" Iceland said, staring out the window as well, "It felt like eternity to me. October has been boring thus far."

"That's more or less true," said Norway, lazing in a chair.

"Not anymore, it isn't!"

SLAM. Denmark entered the scene, an excited grin smeared on his face as he marched in with a folder in his hands.

"What do you want now, Dane?" Norway said, eyeing Denmark with annoyance.

"I have come to prove you wrong!" Denmark yelled theatrically, slapping the folder onto the table. "We won't bored now, because we are going to throw a Halloween party this year!"

"But England throws one every year," said Finland, eyebrows raised.

"So what? Ours will be better!" Denmark retorted. "We just need the right tools to get the job done and make sure to make this the scariest party ever!"

"Nobody will enjoy it if it's too scary," Iceland deadpanned.

"I dunno, I think a Halloween party sounds great!" Finland said cheerfully. "I've never hosted one before. What do you think, Sweden?"

"So'nds f'n," Sweden said, nodding.

"I think that if we plan on hosting a Halloween party, we should not let Denmark take control of it," said Norway. "If you agree say "aye". Aye."

"Aye."

"Aye."

"Aye!"

"REALLY, Finland?!" Denmark exclaimed, appalled.

"How many days till Halloween again?" Iceland asked, glancing at Norway.

"About 3 days," Norway replied. "Just enough time to get everything, I suppose."

"Awesome!" Denmark said, "Lessee...we're going to need pumpkins, and beer, and cakes, and sweets, and lights, and beer, and props, and costumes, and beer…"

Ignoring Denmark, the other four Nordic countries thought of all the possibilities for the apparently decided party, all growing rather excited by the time they went to bed.

Little did they know something weird and unexpected was bound to happen.

Hetalia!

After everyone had gone to bed, Denmark opened an eyelid.

Trying not to make a sound, he silently got out of bed, and put on his coat. He tiptoed out his bedroom door (pleading the door would not creak when he opened it) and shut it, making sure to be extra quiet as he passed the other nations' rooms.

Once he was out of the hall, he dashed down the numerous staircases to the last floor, searching for the basement door.

Eventually, after groping the wall a bit, he found the doorknob, and threw it open, snickering to himself as he dived down the stairs to the dark depths of the house.

After reaching the bottom of the stairs, he found the lightswitch and turned on the lights. There they were, all of Norway's spell books and magic equipment, as well as the magical circle on the floor.

Denmark smirked. "Gotcha."

He then spent a while flipping through all the spellbooks, looking for a good ghost-summoning spell. Denmark had hatched the idea before bed, knowing that if he knew a spell to summon ghosts, it would make the party just that much cooler! Right?

Eventually, his eye fell on the word "ghost spell" in the 10th book he looked at.

"HAHA! Found ya!" Denmark exclaimed, hastily skimming the rest of the spell. He grinned, shut the book, and stood up, snatching Norway's wand out of another book and raised it. "Let's do this!"

Denmark closed his eyes and announced, "En, to, tre, fire. Med denne tryllestav wield jeg kan spøkelsene jeg kjenner vises."*

The magic circle began to glow white.

"Heck yeah! Let's summon some ghosts!" Denmark laughed, watching the circle begin to get brighter and brighter. Then, his smile faltered slightly. Uh...is this supposed to be this bright? Wow...that's really bright...uh oh…

Hetalia!

The next morning, Norway felt...strange.

He felt strangely light and airy, like his body had suddenly become a balloon. He felt strangely cold, too. Curious, Norway forced an eye open and put a hand in front of his face.

It didn't look like a normal hand. It was a bluish-white and slightly transparent, like a ghost.

Norway's eyes flew open.

Like a ghost.

He laid completely still for a few seconds.

"Denmark, I'm going to murder you."

((* = "One, two, three, four. With this magic wand I wield, may the ghosts I know appear." Yes, Denmark knows Norwegian. In fact, it's a headcanon of mine that all the Nordics can speak each others' languages.

Denmark, magic is complicated and should not be messed with.

Yes, this is half-based on Dream Meltic Halloween and half-based on Hetaween 2013. I love the Nordic Ghost Pirates.

Seriously, though. Look up "Hetalia Halloween" on YouTube and click on the Dream Meltic video. It's awesome.

See you next time! Review, please!))