"Yo Nor! Could ya get me more beer?!" Denmark shouted across the room. Norway stopped sorting out the books and glared at Denmark. Before Norway could throw threats, Denmark did his usual puppy eyes with his hands clasp together pleadingly. Norway sighed and turned back to the pile of books. Three bottles of beer floated from the kitchen, a purple light surrounding the objects. It was gracefully set down onto the coffee table in front of Denmark. Norway had just recently confessed to the Nordics that he can, in fact, perform magic. And not those types of magic you can see at a magic show. He can perform black magic also. Ever since that morning, the Nordics... kind of... took advantage of Norway's magical ability. Norway loved his little secret but now he started to hate it with passion.
Finland had asked Norway to help him clean around the house. So, Finland was gardening outside, and Norway was busy cleaning himself. But Finland begged Norway to use his magic. Norway didn't want to do the shortcut most people would like, snapping and POOF! Everything is cleaned. Norway was still uncertain of that spell. Norway's magic was using a floor scrubber to clean the floor, a feather duster circling the living room dusting, lifting up books to put it in place in the bookshelf, and a cloth cleaning Denmark's beer spills. Norway himself was organizing them on the ground.
Sweden appeared in the living room. "C'ld y' sh'p'n th's?(Could you sharpen this?)" Sweden asked, holding up a sword. Norway nodded and took the sword from him. Now, Norway was done with the living room, he proceeded to the kitchen. Norway cooked dinner as he used his magic to wash the dishes, sharpen Sweden's sword, and set the table. Norway sighed, for he was using too much energy. He felt drained for a moment.
Norway was bored, looking through his spell book. But a spell suddenly caught his full-drawn attention. "A spell for turning someone older or younger, huh?" Norway smirked. He was going to enjoy this. His magical abilities will finally pay off.
"NORWAAAAYY!" A high-pitched voice shrieked throughout the house. Norway cringed at the voice. He had forgotten about that. Instantly, the kitchen door was smashed open. A cute red-faced Iceland was standing at the doorway with a glare. And by cute, I mean, a chibi. "Why. Am I. A BABY?!" Iceland yelled. "Correction. A kid." Norway said impassively. "Don't be smart with me! I know you did this!" Iceland was now jumping, his arms flailing, ranting on and on. "Why, I did no such thing." Norway responded with slight sarcasm. Norway inwardly smirked. He held his coffee mug with his left as his right was tucked behind, holding a wand.