When we last saw our favorite Italian and Norwegian they were...

Italy: Heeellpp!

Norway: Italy, chill. I'll get us out of here.

Yeah, that pretty much explains it all.

Here's how it continues...

Chapter 2

There was a sharp scream and Veneziano was gone.

"Italy!" Norway shouted, looking around in terror. "Italy, where'd you go?"

No answer.

Is this house really supposed to be haunted? Although his blank expression didn't show it, chills were running up the boy's spine, and terror was building up inside him. He backed away a few steps before the temperature suddenly took a plunge.

"So...cold..."

The next thing he knew, he felt a cold hand run across his arm-

"Nooorrwaayyy!"

Italy was hiding under an old chair. He had apparently found his cat, and was clinging onto it for dear life.

"Italy!" Taking Veneziano's hand, he pulled him out from under the chair. "Don't scare me like that."

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I thought we were being attacked and-"

"That's not our problem right now. We have to get ourselves out of here." He pushed hard on the door, but it wouldn't budge, even when Italy tried to help him. Pulling it open didn't work, either.

"Hey, why is it so cold in here?"

Norway couldn't agree more; once again, the temperature of the house had gone from mild to severely frigid, like General Winter's wrath...

"GYAAAAHHHH! Something slimy touched me!"

"Italy!" Oh, god! I'd better think of something FAST!

Iceland looked down at his pocket watch. 5:30 P.M. Norway had been gone for five hours now, and was starting to worry him.

"That does it. I'm going out to look for-"

The door flew open, revealing a heavily panting, exhausted Norway.

"Nooorrggeee!" In a split second, Denmark had his arms around him in a bone-crushing hug.

"Put. me. Down." Despite the command, he wasn't released until several minutes later.

"Norway, where have you b- OH MY GOD, what the hell happened to your hand?".

"Oh, this. It's...um, what happens when you run into an angry cat. It's not that bad, it'll heal."

Iceland shrugged and let him off, still suspicious.

But at least he didn't know the truth. If he figured it out, Norway would be toast...

-Earlier-

"Germany, Gerrrmaanyyy! Heeelllppp me!" Italy was screaming into his phone, even though Germany hadn't picked up.

"Isn't the connection supposed to be broken in houses like this?"

"I still want Germany to rescue us! Somebody heeellpppp!" He took out a white flag and waved it around wildly.

"I'll think of something...Oh, dear." He watched in horror as every mirror in the room shattered, reducing each of them into a pile of glass shards.

"Broken glass..."He eyed the window next to the door, noticing it was cracked.

In an instant, he rushed over to the window and summoned all his strengh to smash his hand through it, allowing them to escape.

-Later that evening-

"Guys, it's dinner time!" Finland called out from the kitchen.

"Alright, coming." Norway put his book down and started toward the dining room.

As he walked he felt a light breeze and-a hand on his shoulder?

He quickly turned his body, only to find no one there.

"Denmark, was that you?"

"What did I do?" Denmark poked his head out of the dining room.

That's weird...It wasn't Denmark. And it definitely wasn't Iceland, Sweden or Finland. Who else could it be?

"No, I'm just traumatized by the haunted house incident." He shook his head and continued on to the dining room.

As the five nordics sat down to eat, Iceland couldn't keep his eyes off his brother. During his "up close" inspection, he saw that Norway mostly played with his food, and barely ate anything. He wasn't the only one to notice, though.

"Norge?" Denmark sounded worried. "You don't like the food?"

"Oh, no, the food is fine. I was just...thinking."

"'b't wh't?" (About what?)

"Oh you know, stuff." Norway continued fiddling with his dinner.

The others were baffled. Even if the Norwegian was lost in thought, he wouldn't act like this. It just wasn't like Norway to truly act like depression had come over him.

"Come on, Norway. You've got to eat at some point. You'll get hungry later on."

"I'm just not in the mood for food right now."

"But Norge-"

"I'll be upstairs if you need anything." He got up and left the other four in their confusion and worry.

In his room, Norway turned on his bedside lamp and tried to read, but he could barely focus.

"No, it can't be that kind of thing, Norway, just calm down!" He whispered to himself. He began to relax a little, but still cautiously scanned the area around him.

A sharp tapping sound drew his attention. He turned to his doorway and saw this...this shadowy figure with long, black hair. The only feature he could make out was the person's bright, neon blue eyes.

"Who...are you?"

Norway: What?

Me: Oh, you'll find out soon enough.

Iceland: Seriously, what's the problem? I need to get to the bottom of this.

Me: Yeah, go ahead. Meanwhile, there's more to come in Chapter 3.

See you later.

Blue Cotinga Girl, out!