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Norway was sound asleep in his nutshell bed, having some nice dreams of fairies and princes (and Denmark. mostly Denmark, actually), When something small and green hopped trough the gap between the window frame and the glass. It looked around once, twice, before jumping onto the book, where Norway's bed was standing.

"Sorry, Little one. But that's what you're doing for a friend…"

The green thing closed the shell as quietly as it could, and then dragged it to the window.

But inside the shell, Norway (hat was, for a matter of fact, a very light sleeper) woke up, and it didn't take long for him to realize that he is trapped in his own bed, and that said bed was moving, a thing that was definitely wrong.

First he tried to open the shell himself, but it was no use. Something was holding it closed forcefully. "Let me go!" he triad to scream to whatever was carrying his bed around, but all he got as an answer was a sharp jump that made his head smash against the hard shell of his bed turned prison, and he was knocked out cold inside.

___

When the morning came, and Norway's mother walked to his room to wake him up, all she found was a terrible mass, and no Norway. She looked all over the room, thinking maybe he woke up before her and was somewhere else in the room. She knew there was no way Norway could leave the room on his own. He was far too small to push the door open.

"Norway! Norway!"

Denmark, was on his firefly and charring many things, including his axe and few gifts for Norway's human mother (after all, she was going to become his mother in law, so it would be a good idea to have a good relationship with her), when he heard the calling. He grabbed his axe and stormed into the room full speed. If his love was in trouble that was his signal to come in and save him from anything. "Norway!"

He almost crashed into the crying woman's face, stopping a moment before his axe met her nose.

"Norway's mom! What happened?! Where is Norway?! Who do I need to fight with?!"

Denmark waived his axe in front of the very shocked woman that blinked while the new information was sinking into her mind. Or she was hallucinating with sorrow for the lost of her son, or it was some king of nightmare-dream (she really hoped that was the last.), or it really was an axe-wilding fairy floating in front of her and asking about her missing son?!

"Norway's mom? Are you ok?"

The fairy waved his tiny hand in front of her.

That was defiantly the strangest day in her life (and she was the mother of a now-missing dress-wearing tiny boy that came out of a flower!).

"Who… who are you? How do you know my son?" she ends up asking, looking for a chair to sink in, afraid that her lags won't hold her up.

"I'm Denmark. Nice to meet you, Norway's mom… I, um" He tried to make things seem logical, decided he doesn't have the time nor the ability to make the things happened last night seem anything but really strange, and went for the blunt true instead. "I intended to ask for your son's hand, even thought I know him for lass then a day, since I'm pretty sure this is love of first sight."

Denmark didn't even realize how stupid it sounded out loud.

The woman shocked her head lightly. Well, if it's a dream it's the weirdest one she have ever had, and if it's real than… than, well, she should be happy for her son… even if his chosen love is another man… winged, axe wilding, tights-wearing man…

That vaguely reminded her of a small angry blinking Viking, but that must be just her imagination.

"Now, that we are done with that… where is Norway?"

The woman sniffed sadly. "He disappeared. Wasn't here when I come to wake him up. His bed is gone, too." Tears began to run down her cheeks. "He couldn't get out of the room on his own…what could have happened?!"

"Don't worry, mom. I can call you that, right? I will find him! I will and than we will marry." He floated to the desk and picked up a handkerchief, bigger than him, and gave it to the crying woman. "You wait here, in case he'll come back!"

The woman wiped her tears, nodded to Denmark, and he got up on his firefly.

"I'll find him. You'll see!"

She hoped he will.

___

Meanwhile, somewhere else, Norway came to it. It was already morning. His head ached very badly, and he rubbed a sore spot above his neap, trying to understand what exactly happened last night and where the hell he is.

He remembered Denmark at his window…and then?

Well, it was clear as day he wasn't at home any longer. But where was he?

It was a small room, made entirely out of wood. But the moment Norway was up to examine it a bit further, the door has opened and a sulky-looking toad entered, looking at Norway and scowled towards him in light Italian accent, "so you're up."

"Huh?" Norway blinked at the Italian toad, that held up a broom and begun to clean the room angrily and obviously, not even trying to do a good job.

"What are you staring at, have you never seen a broom?! I told the idiotic Spanish bastard that kidnapping would be a bad idea, oh, I told him. But dose he listens to me? No. Fucking stupid bastard"

The Italian toad begun to mutter to himself in Italian, and even without knowing a single word in said language, Norway understood he was probably cursing that "Spanish bastard" all the way down to hell and back.

After a few moments Norway understood the toad isn't going to talk to him anymore, too consternated at what seemed like wishing horrifying, painful death to the unknown Spanish. He slowly walked towards the door, and opened it slowly, to face what seemed like a deck of some sort, on it there were two other toads. One was playing a guitar and singing to itself, the other set next to it, and was drinking beer. It was a very weird toad, being almost white and with purple-red eyes.

(Not that a cleaning-toad and guitar-playing toad was a normal thing to see, but still).

The guitar toad noticed him and got up. "Oh! You're up! Slept well? Did Romainito woke you up?" He had an obvious Spanish accent, and Norway guessed this was the Spaniard the Italian toad was talking about. He winced and draw a bit back when the Spanish toad got closer. "Oh, no need to be afraid! I'm Spain, and the albino back there is my friend Prussia." The toad smiled widely and pointed back to the room Norway just leaved "and the cute thing that is supposed to be cleaning the room and is snoozing a bit for sure is my dear Romano."

"I'm NOT you dear, you Spanish bastard!"

Norway winced at the sharp scream, and lifted an eyebrow when Spain begun to laugh warmly at the mad voice. "So cute, Romanito!"

"Don't call me Cute unless you want to keep your dick intact, you asshole!"

Norway just blinked, as the Spanish toad run up to give the cursing Italian a big hug, which resulted in a butthead and a rain of curses from Romano's very rich vocabulary, most of them involving activities highly inappropriate. Not that made the Spaniard loosing his hold. If anything, it looked like he was tightening it up even more, and judging by the blush and the screams of "Spain you fucking pervert! Ch…Chigiiii!" was doing something that should be done privately.

"Oh, pretty thing. Don't wonder about the two of them." That was the albino, talking for the first time, looking in slight amusement at the strange couple, "It's the way they are. Now come over here and let the awesome me to look at you."

Norway walked suspiciously towards the albino, wondering what the hell is going on and how he could get out of here and go back home.

The albino got up, put down his beer, and leaned over Norway. "I'm the awesome Prussia, and you are?"

"Norway. Now get away from me." He shoved the white toad away from him. "I need to go back home. My mother must be worried, and Denmark is supposed to come and visit me."

"Denmark? Forget about him, girl! Why would you want another when I tell you that I, myself, the amazing, gorgeous, famous and most absolutely awesome Prussia, Think you are almost as beautiful as me?"

You have to be blind and deaf in order not to understand that this "Prussia" was full of himself to the point only narcissus could be more self-loving. Norway looked, a bit disgusted by this fact about the white toad.

"I'm a boy. And, for the matter of fact, I'm going to marry Denmark" well, not really, thought Norway to himself, but a little lie was a cheap price to pay in order to get this… narcissist albino toad off his back.

But he didn't expect what came next.

"Marry?! Don't do that to yourself!" That was the Italian toad, Romano. He looked at Norway like he was a madman. "Marriage means tons of trouble! It will do you no good, believe me~!"

The scrubbings and the washings
And the noses with the drippings
And the soaps always boiling...
Si, Si

The panes and windows falling
With the diaper changing
With the roof she's leaking
And the enchiladas spoiling
Oooh...

"Really. Marriage is like giving yourself to slavery." The Italian scoffed, glaring daggers at the Spaniard. "First, He'll make you do all the fucking cleaning and cooking for him. Than he'll want sex all the time, even if you are trying to sleep because you are exhausted from working all day long. And he won't get a "No" for an answer. Then he'll begun to molest you in you're sleep and touch you inappropriately and-"

Do you know how to do these things
Like you will have to do these things
Or does the very thought of it make you wince
Uhh...
I thought so
Then, don't marry the prince
Oh dear

But than Prussia interrupted, rolling his eyes and pointing at Romano. "We all know you actually never do the chores, and whine like a bitch for Spain to fuck you every night, so shut your trap." The Italian toad just turned red from embarrassment, an amusing sight indeed, and he whined loudly. Standing like that, green, white and read toad one by another, they look like they were trying to look like a living Italian flag.

"Ch.. Chigiii!"

Norway just stared at the midair, not really listening to the conversation. He stopped listening around the "cleaning and cooking" part.

"-anyway!" The Italian poked him with the broom to make sure he is listening to him "Don't listen to a word this albino bastard is saying to you. Getting married sucks. Don't say I haven't warned you!"

"Than what should I do, than?" Norway asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, that didn't seem to get trough the toads minds, because Spain jumped to him happily and said "you can always join us!"

You see, hey? You become a big a-star like me. We make big moneys together. You make Mama rich. You are important person. You are famous. You are a star!
A star? Well, I suppose...
Now, repeat after me...

"You're name is Norway, right? I have heard you last night." Spain nodded in enthusiasm "you have a great voice! You can join us!"

"No, thanks." Norway back up a little, "I have to go back home."

"Oh, come on! You can't refuse to become a part from the same band as the awesome me!"

"My mother will get worried…" 'And I think you really should take a good look in the mirror…and sooner the better.' He added in his mind.

"Oh, no. You're mama will be happy!" said Spain in a very convinced voice, "she'll be happy to see her little child become famous and rich!"

"but-"

"Sing with us!"

We are the singers de Espana, the original cast
And there hasn't been a town we haven't played
We are the singers de Espana and we sing very fast
We get on
We get off
We get paid
Sing!
Could you say that a little slower?
Slower? We don't do ballads.

Oh, maybe I could take notes.

"Oh…I don't really think it's a good idea." Muttered Norway at the singing duo of toads, getting an approving nod from Romano on the side, "…I don't speak Spanish."

"You'll learn! Just like Romanito! He is a star!" Spain pushed Romano out of the shadows where he was standing, and Norway noticed some animals started to gather around the toad's floating house to hear the song.

"Dance with me Romanito!" Spain grabbed the unhappy looking Romano and begun to dance with him, while keep on singing with Prussia.

We are free and independent, we go everywhere
And we gotcha gotcha gochee all the way
We're gonna teach you how to samba and to ramba y la bamba
and every number Thumbelina, say ole!

Prussia made a movement, probably in order to invite Norway to dance with him; Norway took a step back, onto a floating leaf of a water lily, to get away from him. He didn't seem to get the massage. Meanwhile Spain looked oblivious and happy with Romano as a dancing partner, singing in his heavy accent and clapping his hands in encouragement to Norway, that wondered what the hell is wrong with the toads and why won't they realize he is not willing to join them.

Come on the road, my little castanet
Come on the road, and famous you will get
I'll make you star, get you small guitar
You'll be hot muchacha once I gotcha
On the road
Thumbelinacita! No one could be sweet-a!
Sing with Mamacita! We go on the road, Huah!
Ay, yi yi yi yi! Ay, que pero bien bailan mis ranitos la conga!
Now we sing

It was all a bit too mach in Norway's opinion (that didn't seem to bother anyone), because Spain, after making Romano hit him in order to make him let him go, Begun to corner him together with Prussia, looking determinate to make him join the song.

"I'm telling the true, Norway! Everybody will love you! Don't be shy!" he tried again, laughing, "you'll learn fast! Come on! You'll see the world with us! All Over the world people will love you!"

"You'll become awesome!" Now he was trapped on the leaf between the two singing toads, just wonderful. He head to climb back on the floating house deck, what seem to give Spain the very wrong idea he was beginning to give in.

We open Monday in Medina then we do Babylon
Then we hop to Barcelona for a week
Then for a month in Athens at the Parthenon
Where they love us 'cause we do the show in Greek

Norway tried hiding at the spot Romano was hiding before, what gave him a few seconds to thing about a plan to escape this musical madhouse. He looked as Prussia took control on the middle of the stage-deck ad was singing to the crowed (that become pretty big by now) about how amazing this band was, and mostly of how "awesome" (Norway really grow tired of this word. Couldn't this toad expend it's vocabulary a bit?). Romano was doing the second voice with Spain, and looked quite unhappy about it, too.

We are the finest in the business, it's a well known fact
And you'll forgive us if we have to blow the horn
Because this isn't any ordinary animal act
And today a star is born!
Go on the road, you'll hear the peoples roar
You're not a toad
But that's what make-up's for
Just sing on pitch, we get very rich
Wait until they see the Thumbelina
On the road
Singing Thumbelina, dancing Thumbelina, something Thumbelina
Now I make her sing
AAaaaaahhhhhhh!
Bueno, muy bueno, you got it!

Just when Norway planned to escape, Prussia remembered his existence, and cornered him quickly, lifting him in the air and mainly making Norway feel sick at his cold, moist skin (well, he was a toad, after all). After he was putted down and pretty sure it couldn't get any worse, Prussia stepped powerful on his foot make a loud surprised voice come out of his moth, and that seem to make Spain think Norway was singing with them, and he only got louder and happier to the point it was ridiculous.

The crowed roared in approval and all Norway wanted was to get the hell away from these guys. Mainly Prussia, not that cheering Spain was much better.

Come on the road, we make you big success
Come on the road
You're in the union, yes?
The life, she's sweet
Si!
Lots of flies to eat
Yum yum!
So why be little fish in little pond
When you can go so far beyond
I think perhaps we make you blonde
When we get on the road
On the road
Let's hit the road! Ole!

Finally they finished, and even thought Norway wore expression of annoyance and disapproval, still this annoying toads seem to think he had agreed to join them!

"Oh, that's wonderful, wonderful!" Spain smiled widely as he collected the coins the crowed throw at them at the end of the song, "Now, you wait on the water lily! We need to get the others! Oh, Romanito's and Prussia's brothers will sure to like you! We'll be back soon!"

And before he even had the time to react, he was left alone on the water lily leaf, with no way to get to the shore. And no matter how much he screamed to the toads to come back and get him off there, or that he doesn't even want to join them didn't help.

"Why won't anybody listen to what I have to say?!" he screamed to nobody in particular, sitting on his the leaf and tried his best to think of a way to get off it before the toads will come back.


next time: Norway begins his long journey home, with a little help from a swallow, and meets a french beetle....

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