Norway was running all over the house, cursing under his breath.

"Where the hell could that idiot have gone? Where? Where?"

And then he had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. If he was right as to where he thought Denmark was, Denmark could be in big trouble.

He opened the door to the basement, and went down the stairs.


"Denmark...are you here? Den-OOF!"

Something had just run into his stomach.

Norway didn't keep any pets.

It was too small to be his troll, but too big to be a faery.

He was pretty sure it wasn't Mr. Puffin or Hanatamago paying him a visit either.

When he looked down, he saw a small figure wrapped and tangled in a bundle of clothing.

Including a very large black coat.

Uh oh.

Norway lifted the black coat off the figure, as if lifting a sheet off a child's ghost costume.


The figure turned out to be a small child, with spiky blond hair and light blue eyes, in a red dress shirt and black pants way too large on him. He gave Norway a smile that could have lit up Oslo.

And then he yelled, "ROOOOOOOOOOAR!" and started running around the room. Norway chased after Denmark before he could hurt himself.

The little boy laughed, "You're it!" and kept running.

Eventually, Norway yelled, "CARLSBERG!"

The little boy did a double take. "Where?! Where?!"

Norway opened a closet door conveniently located in the basement. "In here."

After shutting and locking the door behind chibi Denmark, Norway got Sweden on the phone.

"Y's, N'rw'y?"

"Sweden, bring Finland and Iceland. Get over here right now."