This story is Beta:d by Memento Mori-Pontifex Mortis, who's really nice to help me out like this. Hugs for her! Yeah… So, she told me I should list here which the countries I named are. They are;

Denmark: Simon Densen

Iceland: Emil Steilsson

Norway: Lukas Thomassen

This is my first time writing any of these characters, so be nice.

1. Like, weird stuff

A piece of paper, lying underneath a rock under a bench:

I have succeeded! My plan is working! Now they HAVE to recognise me as my own nation. Finally! I knew my jerk brother would have some book on the subject somewhere, I knew it!

Raivis pulled his cloak tighter around his shivering form, trying to keep at least some of the cold out. It was always cold in Mr Ivan's house, mostly due to General Winter always following him around. The cold was generally controlled with lit fires in almost every room. The boy could, however, not light any of them before Mr Ivan returned home. This was an unwritten rule in the house; and it was best not to break any of those rules. Not that you should break any of the written ones either.

"Eduard," Raivis complained. "I'm cold."

The brother sighed and glanced at the watch through a pair of glasses, hanging perilously at the tip of his nose. "I'm sure Mr Ivan will be home soon. He's probably just stopped for some vodka." He returned to his

book with a slight frown.

"Like, OMG, Toris. Ivan should, like, totally stop with the vodka and junk. I've heard it's, like, bad for you." Feliks chimed into the conversation, twisting a string of blonde hair between two fingers. He was the only one that had actually chosen to be there. He's wanted to stay with Toris therefore followed the Baltic's home. "And I've heard vodka's, like, from Finland. Is that true?" he directed the question to Eduard, tapping his leg with one foot.

"I don't know. Why don't you go ask Tino, or at least bother someone else?" Eduard replied, not bothering to look up. He wasn't really used to Feliks being there almost all the time; and especially not used to him cuddling Toris all the time. Being very polite, Eduard was determined not to let it show.

"I thought you'd know, since you and Tino are like BFFs and stuff."

"To be honest, I haven't seen Tino for a long time. He's always busy with that man." Eduard sighed another time. "I miss having him as my friend."

"That's, like, the saddest thing I've heard in, like, forever. You should totally get a new BFF." Feliks suggested, pausing to think for a while. "I could be your new BFF!" he proudly exclaimed, launching himself at Eduard to hug him.

"That's very kind of you, but-" Eduard shoved him away, accompanied by a chiming bell.

"Who can that be?" Toris grunted. "And at this hour…"

"It's probably Mr Ivan. Sometimes when he's had too much vodka, he forgets how to open the door." Raivis said, biting his lower lip.

"Can I open the door and junk?" Feliks whined. "He'd spas if I did!"

"Fine. But be careful. Mr Ivan tends to be violent when he's drunk." Eduard agreed. "So you might want to look out."

"No problem!" Stopping only to kiss Toris on the cheek, Feliks scurried out in the hallway.

There was a brief, almost scary, moment of silence, followed by a shrill, girly, Polish shriek, echoing through the house.

"Oh no!" Raivis whimpered. "He killed Feliks! Now he's going to be upset with us for letting him in without permission." the boy hid himself by covering his face with a red pillow and hoping for the best. Mr Ivan was very affectionate of him, but he got possessive under the influence of vodka; and could throw a rage if he suspected his `little Raivis´ even thought of leaving him.

"I'm sorry-" the apology was cut by a whirl of blonde hair and pink frills, dashing back into the room with a wool scarf clutched to its chest.

"Toris~ Like, look at this, it's amazing! Feliks shoved the scarf into the arms of his boyfriend. "Isn't it rad?"

"H-hey, what is that?" Raivis stuttered, something he usually only did when Mr Ivan was around, trying to sneak a peak at the bundle.

"It's a- It's a child." With a dazed expression, Toris showed the bundle to his companions.

"So, can we keep it? I'll walk it and everything!" these were the words that broke the stunned silence, shortly joined by the thump of paper against skull.

"Taking care of a child is not like taking care of a dog. It probably belongs to someone else." Eduard calmly opened his book again.

"So?" Feliks rubbed the spot where the book had connected with his skull. "That, like, hurt and junk." he whined.

"So we have to find its parents." Ignoring the last part of Feliks statement, Eduard looked down at the little boy.

The boy chose that moment to hug Raivis' face, squealing happily. "Vodka!" it exclaimed.

"V-vodka?" Raivis pried the boy from his face, accidentally letting two small handfuls of his own hair follow with it.

"Da."

"Holy Martin Luther." Toris groaned. That was a common expression for him, since he often felt the urge to say so when he was around Feliks.

"We're doomed."

"Huh? How come?" Feliks sat back sown next to him. "It's just a kid. And there's like, rehab and stuff. Y' know with the vodka thing. He could go together with Ivan!"

"That is Mr Ivan." Having studied the child closely, Raivis could recognise many features he'd only ever seen on his boss before. Like the violet eyes, for example. He'd only seen them on Mr Ivan before. "You are, aren't you?" he asked the boy.

"Da~"

Text messages found on different cell phones around the world.

From: Tino Väinämöinen

To: Eduard J

Strange things are happening here. Really strange things. Since you're Tino's best friend; I thought you might be able to help.

/Berwald

From: Eduard von Bock

To: Tino

We have a bit of trouble ourselves. Is it something that can be moved? Could you come here with it in that case?

/Eduard

From: Lord Polska

To: Music dude

You have to, like, totally help us! A bunch of weird stuff is going on here, and it's really weird. So you have to help, cuz I totally said so.

From: Roderich Edelstein

To: Feliks (?)

I have my own problems to deal with right now. Und I'm cannot be bothered with your "weird stuff." Why do you even have mein number?

From: Lord Polska

To: FrancyPants

Do you, like, know what kids eat?

From: Francis 3

To: Feliks

Are you trying to insinuate something? Just give it something; I'm sure they eat anything they can fit into their mouths, as long as it's covered with sugar.

"Who is it?" Feliks asked, ignoring the fact that the door hadn't been opened yet. The others decided on ignoring him this time. Very recently, the doorbell, scratchy from not having been used in a long while, had chimed through the house, making the Baltic's jump a bit in surprise. Now, they were deciding on whether it was safe to open the door.

"O-open it." Raivis pushed the closer of his brothers against the door. The brother glared at him, but did as he was asked.

"Holy Martin Luther!" Eduard howled in terror at the tall man standing outside the door. "H-hi Berwald."

Berwald grunted. "Yeah."

"So, what's the problem you mentioned?" Toris peeked out from behind Eduard, depending on his brother to protect him from Berwald's scary face.

"Th's 's th' problem." he gestured to four boys gathered around him. All boys had blonde hair in different shades and pale skin, much like Berwald himself. "T'no 'n th' 'oth'rs w's l'ke th's wh'n we w'ke 'p th's m'rnin'." His voice was thickly accented, making the words difficult to understand.

"What did he say?" Feliks joined the group.

"I'll explain this in a way I know you will understand." Eduard looked as though he was in a lot of pain. "The Nordics has, like, totally become kids again, just like Mr Ivan and junk. Did you understand?" he pulled a

face.

Feliks nodded silently, gawping in amaze at the Nordic children.

"This happened to Mr Ivan, too?" the boy that probably was Lukas calmly asked. He'd always been a very calm person; and he wasn't going to change just because he was now a child.

Simon laughed. "Serves him right for being so creepy!"

"It's not his fault!" Tino glared at him. "He's actually kind of nice once you get to know him."

"Oh yeah? So why'd ya leave him?"

"Do you really have to bring that up all the time?" Emil interrupted. "It's been ages since that happened."

"What? Ya have a problem with that?" Sticking his tongue out like the child he was, Simon nudged him with his elbow. "Ya do, right?"

"No."

"Why don't you come in?" Feliks suggested. "You can keep lil' Ivan company and stuff. Plus, it's, like, really cold outside."

"Thanks." Lukas pushed his brother aside so that he could enter the house, dragging a bag with his flag on it after him.

"This kid is so cute!" Feliks squealed. "Can we-"

"No, we can't keep him." Toris tugged his boyfriend to the side, giving the children, and Berwald, access to the house. "They'll just be staying here until we've figured how to make them normal again."

"Do we have to? They're totally cuter like this."

Toris didn't even bother to answer this time. "Do you want some help with that?" he, instead, asked Lukas, that was struggling to lift the bag over the threshold. "What's even in this?"

It took the combined strength of Toris and Feliks to get the bag into the house. And after that, there was a flight of stairs to get by.

"Seriously, what's in it?" Feliks whined after about half the stair, face bright red from exhausting himself. " It's, like, really heavy and junk."

"It's his magic-things!" Simon cheered. "You're almost there! C'mon; you're not gonna give up, are ya?"

"I have no problem with giving up right now." Sitting down on top of the bag, Toris wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Why did you bring these, anyway?"

"Don't sit on it!" Lukas howled. "It's fragile! I brought them so I could reverse the spell. It's really obvious that someone's cursed us, you know."

"You do know there's no such thing as magic, right?" Grinning, Emil decided to team up with Simon on this subject.

"Stop being mean to Lukas!" And thus, all four children were launched into an argument about whether there was magic or not.

Soon they were, save for Tino, tumbling down the stairs, fighting with each other while being shouted at by Feliks to; "Like, totally stop fighting; it's bad, cuz someone can get hurt!" Of course, that was exactly what happened. They ended up at the stair's foot, with Lukas sitting on the chest of a confused and upset Simon, both of them bleeding from various scratches. On their side was Emil; sporting a split lower lip and a bright grin.

"We're doomed." Raivis buried his head in his hands. "And it's not even noon yet."

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