There is a gap line for every change in point of view if you were wandering why there are so many.
i will write this and finish eventually but I do get side tracked...
This is for entertainment only and I don't own Hetalia.:'(
Sweden didn't know what happened. He was talking to his wife, Finland, when he started to fall. He felt very uncomfortable with the fact that it now appeared that he was on his back staring at what would be the ceiling if a sea of black wasn't in the way. He would of said it was his coat but it fit him and wouldn't be over his head if he fell. He could here shouting.
It kind of scared him when he put his arms out to get up but couldn't move. His, presumably assumed, coat blocked him like restraints to a wall, even though it isn't that heavy. It also appeared that he didn't have that much arm strength. He gasped. This had never happened before.
"Berward!" Someone shouted above him. That was new and he wasn't exactly sure he liked the feeling. Always being the tallest out of the Nordics, he didn't have to feel like he was literally being spoken overhead.
He squirmed, still not able to get up until he heard a feminine scream, quite obviously from Denmark, that made him want to do something he doesn't usually unwilling commit to. He wanted to cry. This strange feeling also made him feel rather uncomfortable and he couldn't feel his glasses anymore on his face so it didn't really help the situation. That meant even if he was without his coat on his face he still couldn't see. His breath hitched in his throat. He hated it when he couldn't see.
"wife!" Sweden tried speaking out but it didn't sound at all like his normal voice but he put it down to having his coat over his face. He started to get frustrated. He could be having a country melt down and collapsed but to be suffocated by his coat, and if he was in that situation, he was sure he would of died by now.
Unaware to Sweden, the Nordic 5 were having a massive freak out. "What has happened to the sve?" Iceland questioned his older brother, slightly panicked. "Spell" was his brothers nonchalant but only reply. Iceland just nodded, no longer worried, and watched as Denmark ran around the room with his hands going through his hair, screaming and panicking making things a lot worse for Finland who was leaning over Sweden's coat, crouched down, looking ready to kill the Dane if he kept his act up. It probably wasn't good that there was a sniper in the room and Finland never missed a shot.
In retrospect, the scene before Norway was rather funny, not that he would say that out loud. Watching Denmark running around the room, not even bothering to see if his ex-colony was okay. Norway knew Sweden was perfectly fine, after all, he did magic all the time, but Denmark having no clue in the arts of magic, could of let Sweden die. Still, Norway didn't know what the spell was. Feeling the worry from Iceland's voice when he asked if sve was alright, saying the one word had put him at ease instantly, no matter how bluntly said. If only Sweden knew what was going on...
Sweden had absolutely no clue to what was going on around him. He knew it was dark around him, and that he could of been dead, but nothing else. The screams of Denmark were rather funny, when he wasn't too close, and he found himself giggling. This caused any noise he previously heard around himself had turned into suprised gasps.
He continued trying to move but to no avail. This made him stop giggling and start, well, crying.
Hearing the giggling confused the Nordics, the crying even more. Finland, who is the closest to Sweden, in emotion and quite physically, started searching the coat to see if there was any evidence to where Sweden could of gone, after all, it's a bit hard for the tallest Nordic to be hiding in his coat.
The Nordics watched as Finland searched around the coat and set their eyes dead on Finland when he gasped. Nothing surprises Finland. It was just unheard of.
All eyes turned to Sweden's coat.