Where does this come from? Hard to explain. Let's call it a dare. c:

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Their host was late. It was unusual for the Netherlands to be late. Besides, he wasn't the only one absent. Both Norway and Denmark were nowhere to be seen. Fearing that something might've happened, his neighbour Germany decided to check up on them. However, before he could even leave the room, a blond Nordic nation with a slightly bored expression stepped in. It went quiet. Deadly quiet. No one dared to say a word. And the Nordic nation acted like nothing had happened, like everything was normal. Eyes scanning through the room, he found his chair and walked to it, ignoring the glares and stares from others. Some metal rings made a light, thin sound every time he raised his leg. After having crossed the room, he sat down, arms crossed, looking at everybody with that same blank expression. Then he smirked.

Before anyone could react, they heard something else. A loud voice singing in a language only few people could understand. They all knew who it was, though. Denmark. He appeared in front of the doorstep and waved at England and Scotland before walking further.

''Unsinnig...''

The cheerful nation turned around, smiling widely, almost hitting Greece with his axe. ''Do you have a problem, Tyskland?''

''Sie sind verrückt,'' Germany responded, clearly angry at this dress-up. ''What are you thinking? Carnival? Halloween? While we're having an important meeting about the environment, the poles, the human rights, legalisation of euthanasia...you come dressed up like this...as Vikings? It's a meeting! Keinem Kostümfest!''

''Ruhig, Duitsland.'' Said nation turned around, only to see the host leaning against the door. Oh no. Not him, too. But it was true. The Netherlands wasn't dressed in his usual military clothing, no. He was dressed in his old heavy three-layered coat. He gracefully draped the coat on the only empty chair left. They now saw it wasn't just his coat. The Dutch nation returned to the fashion of the Golden Age. He smiled at England, who glared back and smiled at Japan, who just avoided his gaze. Their relationship was somewhat strained these days.

''What do you think you're doing? Explain yourself.'' England stood up, hands on the table. He leaned towards Norway and Denmark; the first one pretended he didn't saw England, the other one had his feet on the table and polishing his axe with his sleeve.

''Showing what we used to be,'' Norway responded coolly, before following Denmarks example and putting his feet on the table as well.

''I can see bloody see that!'' England yelled.

''You don't understand...'' The scent of smoke slowly filled the room. His neighbour stared at him as if he suddenly grew two noses. ''You can't smoke in here, Niederlande!''

''Watch me.'' The Netherlands responded. He smiled at the confusion. They really didn't understand, did they. ''Come on! We're nations! Not robots or slaves from our people. We debated so much the last year...we forgot who we are. We're nations. Not some bureaucratic coffeeloving greyhaired, longbearded slightly demented old man who's job consists of taking notes at meetings. We need to get back to the past. Without the wars. But with the intensity of the life we live. We all should realise that.''

The sprinkler system went on. The papers got wet, ink ran across the folders. Norway closed his eyes. Denmark laughed and threw his head in his neck. England even managed to smile.

''How poetic. But I guess...you're right.''

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Dictionary of the non-English; Google translator will help you! No, I'm kidding.

Unsinnig = absurd

Tyskland = Germany

Sie sind verrückt = You are crazy (plural)

Keinem Kostümfest = Not a costume party

Ruhig = Calm

Niederlande = the Netherlands