"Come on Norway, come have fun!" Norway looked up from his book and scowled at Denmark, who was jumping up and down on the spot with a crazed smile on his face.

"No." He replied.

"Please?" Denmark asked again, now beginning to vibrate.

"No."

"Please?"

"Nie."

"Please."

"No."

"Please!"

"No."

"Please?!"

"No."

Denmark pouted and crossed his arms.

"You're no fun."

Norway's eyes widened and he sat up slowly, throwing the book in the direction of Denmarks face. "What did you say?" He whispered as his eyes began to turn black.

"I said you're not fun."

"I am fun." Norway protested. Then he disappeared. A moment later he peered over the back of the couch and whispered in a strangely demonic voice,

"I am the overlord of fun."

Suddenly he was holding a giant water gun and proceeded to blast Denmark in the face with it.

"What are you doing?!" Denmark shrieked, blocking the stream of water with the nearest thing he could grab- an ancient spell book.

Suddenly Norway was directly behind him.

"Fun," he said shooting the back of Denmarks head. Denmark screamed.

"Fun," he said as he hung from the chandelier and launched Englands toxic scones at the cowering Dane with a grenade launcher.

"Fun," he said as he threw lego pieces in a circle around Denmark, trapping him like a wild animal.

"I am fun." Norway poked his head up from underneath the floorboards and began pelting Denmark with hundreds of tiny rubber bouncy balls.

Denmark was now screaming for his life as a wave of thousands upon thousands of stuffed puffins descended on him, ready to destroy all that stood in its way. Norway began to rise in a beam of blinding white light, his mouth open in a silent scream. The he spoke in a voice that was both his and not his.

"I am fun. I am more fun than a tiny, pathetic being such as yourself could ever dream of. I am the supreme ruler of fun. I am the definition of fun. I am-"

He was interrupted as the living room door opened and in walked Sweden. He took one look at the scene in front of him and out walked Sweden.

"As I was saying," Norway continued. "I am- Oh what now?"

The door opened once more and Iceland walked in. He caught a mere glimpse of the mess before Norway snapped his fingers and the room returned to normal.

"Hello." Norway said in a normal, bored voice. He was now sitting on the couch, book in hand. Iceland however, was slightly distracted by the traumatized Denmark, who was rocking back and forth in the corner and foaming at the mouth.

"Oh Iceland," Norway added.

"You think I'm fun right?"