Chapter 1: Norwegians And Alcohol Do Not Mix

Norway was drunk.

That's all you need to say to know that this was a bad situation. ... A very bad situation.

Why was it bad? Well, Norway was a very emotional drunk; whether he be happy, sad, excited, or angry, it was pure emotion. Because of this, he tended to do bad things, like... Well, you'll see.

Tonight, Norway was a sad drunk. That past day, the day before the start of the week long, semi-annual World Meeting, he had once again tried to get Iceland to call him Big Brother, but the boy wouldn't budge.

Result: Drunk Norway.

"What gives him the right to refuse to call me his big brother? The DNA test even said so!" He slurred. He was wobbling over his beer, somehow not falling out of his chair.

"Was I not good enough for him? I'm the one who raised him, spent the most time with him! Not Denmark, not Finland, me! Ungrateful brat," he muttered, beginning to get angry.

What was wrong with calling him Big Brother? Nothing, that's what. He was going to teach that boy a lesson. Well... He wasn't really a boy anymore, but-

"What if he was?" Norway whispered, a manic grin forming on his face.

What if he used magic to turn Iceland back into a three-year-old? And then, he would learn why he called him Big Brother in the first place!

Choosing this option (because somehow to him it seemed reasonable), he took another swig of beer and stumbled to his spell book on the other side of his hotel room.

If he cast a latent spell that would make Iceland a three-year-old at around ten or eleven tomorrow morning, he could "save him" and remind him why he was his big brother, and nobody else.

Being drunk, Norway didn't account for Iceland's anger and embarrassment at being turned into a child, but that's a story for another time.

He started casting the spell, picturing his vict- I mean brother in great detail.

Suddenly, while still chanting, he began to wonder if England would want to do this for America (Because he was was drunk, his mind was wandering. ... Did I mention he was drunk? Because he was very drunk.). With a start, he tried to refocus the image of Iceland, but couldn't before the spell was finished.

The most he could remember, before blacking out, was the image of America with violet eyes.

A/N:

Okay ladies and gentlemen, if you look to your left, you'll see a Mysti updating a story. This is a very rare thing to see so take pictures, don't let this moment go to waste.

Look, guys, I updated! YAY! And guess what? I already have the next seven chapters written! YAY!

And I know that it's short and that Norway's OOC, but it's supposed to be that way. The next chapter is longer, but still short. But after that they'll get long. YAY!

Yes, Norway was very, very drunk. Like, anyone who wasn't a nation would get alcohol poisoning and keel over and die drunk. (I bet he stole the beer from Denmark, just because.) Since he's so stoic when he's sober, to me he seems like the kind of person where, when he's drunk, every emotion he feels is x100 with no holding back. YAY, FOR DRUNKEN EMOTIONAL NORWAYS! YAY!

Sorry, I'm high on adrenaline right now (my dogs don't know the meaning of the word "walk", all they know is "run"), so you'll have to deal with my crazy ramblings.

... I like cheese. XP

Sorry, I just had to do that. Okay, bai!

Reviewers get to help Norway force Iceland to call him Big Brother.

~Mysti