Italicized paragraphs in the middle of the story = Flashback

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Iceland, now wide awake, squinted his eyes at the furious England. "Norway? A Viking?"

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The Icelander felt baffled, much to his dislike. "I demand an explanation." He stated, his arms crossed. Normally, he would let this slide. But now is an exception since his big brother is involved.

"None of your business." England said. This is his own self-proclaimed top secret mission, plus he's tired and stressed.

"Yes, it is." The Englishman scoffed and turned on his heels, about to leave. But the other's next sentence made him halt on his tracks.

"I have no other choice than to accuse you of trespassing then." Iceland surprisingly found himself thanking Denmark for teaching him how to blackmail someone.

"Fine, nosy parker." England scowled at him but had no other choice than to sigh and explain his-their failures. Iceland listened to him intently as he started speaking.

"It was supposed to be a normal day at Hetalia Academy. All of the clubs held their own meetings and that of course includes the Magic Club. Romania, Norway and I are learning a magic spell to be able to teleport-" Iceland cut him off at the mentioning of his big brother.

"Why is Norway at the Magic club? I thought he already belonged to the Nordic Club." England raised an eyebrow at the younger country's question, and for interrupting him.

"I know he isn't a member, but he told us that all of the Nordics allowed him to join since his duties are already finished. I thought you already know?"

Iceland shook his head. "We have no idea." No wonder why Norway is always gone after excusing himself to the bathroom.

"Not my problem. Don't go dramatic on me."

"I know, I have no complaints at all. Carry on." He knew how boring the meetings could be as well. Denmark and Finland endlessly talking about nonsense, and Sweden quietly staring at them.

Nobody knows about this, but he secretly joins every club of Italy. He finds them...interesting. Especially the Siesta Club and the Pastas & Puffins Appreciation Club.

"As I was saying," England cleared his throat and resumed the topic, averting Iceland from his thoughts. "We weren't able to do the supposed-to-be teleportation spell. All because I gave the wrong type of chemical."

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"England! Get me Liquid A, please." shouted Romania. The Brit scurried off and murmured something about him being treated like a slave.

He went to the table and grabbed the flask. 'Something is really odd about this.' He thought. 'I knew I saw it colored purple just awhile ago, now it's yellow.' He shrugged and gave it to him anyway.

Norway mixed the ingredients in the small pot, his guide troll beside him as always. England is surprised that the creature is following his orders. But his magical friends are still the best.

The potion is finally finished. Finally, their dreams of the world noticing their magic skills will now come true.

All three of them were eager to try it first, so they ended up fighting over it. Romania, because of his agility and has the shortest height, got the chance to get some and started chanting the spell. Norway followed. Unfortunately for England, the flask fell to the floor as he was about to try it.

He frowned. Bad luck always gets him. He was about to scold both of them until he noticed something unusual again. Romania's fangs were longer and Norway shows an emotion.

He was about to ask them if they're alright but didn't get the chance to. "I'm leaving. I have bloody business to do in my country." The Romanian chuckled darkly and walked towards the window, transforming into a bat and flew away.

"Samr. Going to raid a few towns." Norway flashed a wicked smile and jumped out. England's eyes widened at the scene in front of him.

"Oh, blimey." He quickly chased them and somehow managed to capture the Viking in Iceland's basement. But didn't succeed in turning him back to normal.

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These past few days, Iceland always thought that the reason why Norway isn't showing up was because he was busy being his usual anti-social self.

'But a vampire and viking on the loose...?' Seems that things are a lot more worse than he thought.

"Why did you target Norway first?" He asked.

England scratched his head. "You could say that I have quite a horrible experience in the past when the Norwegian Vikings invaded."

"I see," Iceland nodded. "How can we solve this, then?"

He shrugged. "I don't know either. I was trying everything I could awhile ago, but to no avail."

The clock chimed one, startling both nations. "It's getting late, let's continue to talk about this tomorrow." Iceland gestured to the other that he could go.

England nodded. "I have to go research as well." He said and left.

Iceland went back to his bedroom. Lying down on his bed, he glanced at his clothes.

He forgot that he was still on his pink puffin-designed pajamas.

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Sunlight shone all over Iceland's room, indicating the start of a brand new day. Snow falls from the sky as the chilly breeze blew towards the window, yanking the country from his nap.

"I just wanted to get more sleep." Furrowing his eyebrows, he mumbled some incoherent words and got up from his bed.

Finished fixing into his proper clothes and preparing breakfast, he sat down on his sofa and took a bite of the kleina.

Iceland recalled some memories from his dream last night. Refusing to believe such absurdity, he went down to see if there were any signs. And to his dismay, there is the rope and some weird magic symbol probably drawn by England on the floor.

Now that he remembered, he might as well check the other Nordics.

He sipped a few gulps from his coffee and entered his pet's room.

"Mr. Puffin," he carried the bird and caressed it. "Did you have a good night's sleep?"

"Hell yeah!" It squawked. "Now give me my fish, drullusokkur!" Iceland glared at it but proceeded on feeding the animal anyway.

"I don't remember raising you like this." He muttered as he put the animal on top of his head and went outside.

"I learned everything from the Internet." Mr. Puffin chirped. "And I still have a lot in store just for you, ónytjungur." Iceland silently growled but decided to shut up instead of answering back. He'd rather save the embarrassment than to have a argue with a puffin in public.

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A/N:

Translations:

Nosy Parker = A nosy person (British slang)

Blimey = an expression used when shocked (British slang)

Samr = Same (Old Norse)

Kleina = an Icelandic Dougnut

Drullusokkur = Bastard (Icelandic)

Ónytjungur = Someone completely worthless (Icelandic)

First chapter up! Researching about different languages is really hard DX I hope it isn't that bad. Anyway, thanks for reading!