So I finally got around to writing a second chapter. This was damn fun to write, especially the angry Finland part.

Remember that promise Sealand made to be a good boy? Yeah, neither did he, judging by his behavior. He was a good boy for about…2 weeks. After that, he went back to his usual self. He snuck out numerous times, talked back to his parents, had tantrums, and almost burned down the house. (Admittedly, that one was an accident. It's not his fault he can't cook! He blames England for that one.)

The one thing he never did again, however, was drink coffee. Or any source of caffeine for that matter. Until tonight, that is. He arranged to sneak out with some of his friends, as usual for him, but he had an idea to make things more fun.

Sealand managed to slip out of the house unnoticed. It was late, but there was still a small convenience store open nearby, so he stopped in there.

He looked around the store. "Hmm…ten monsters…five red bulls…five hour energy? I'll get twenty! That should do it." Sealand proceeded to the counter. The guy there had spiky blond hair and had an axe strapped to his back. HMM, I WONDER WHO THIS PERSON COULD BE? Hard to tell, since he had Groucho glasses on (you know, those funny glasses with the nose and mustache attached). Sealand dumped his various cans of stuff on the counter while the dude just stared.

"And what are you doing with all this stuff, little kid?" He asked, pretending he didn't know Sealand. This was going to be funny.

"Uh…" Sealand thought. "It's…for my parents!" Wait. That didn't really make sense. OH WELL.

"Oh. That totally makes perfect sense." The dude threw all of the energy drinks into a bag and handed it to him. "Have fun! Don't die of caffeine overdose!" He waved as Sealand walked out of the store.

"Ugh. That guy was a WEIRDO…reminds me of someone I know, but who…?" Sealand said as he pulled out a random energy drink and took a sip. He didn't notice the aforementioned weirdo, aka Denmark, follow him to the usual meetup spot. Ladonia, Wy, and Latvia were already there waiting for him.

"There you are! What took you so long, did that stupid Sweden keep you from leaving sooner? I can beat the crap out of him!" Ladonia said, patting his trusty laptop which he was most likely imagining using as a weapon.

"No…I was busy buying these!" He whipped out his bag, seeming to think that buying energy drinks makes him a cool kid. "The guy at the store was a weirdo though. Had these weird ass glasses." Denmark laughed quietly from behind some bushes.

Wy raised an eyebrow. "Energy drinks? That's so…immature."

"I think I agree with Wy." Latvia said.

"Cool, more for us! Of course you guys are too loserly to have any anyway." Ladonia taunted as he took an energy drink.

"What? I am not loserly!" Latvia said, taking a drink to prove how "unloserly" he really is. Because he's usually seen as weak around Russia, he feels the need to look cool and badass around everyone else.

Wy sighed. "Fine…I'll try one…I guess…" She said, taking a red bull.

The bag was half empty (or half full, if you're into that optimism crap) by this point, and they found themselves at a park. Denmark was watching from a tree, looking through binoculars for effect.

Latvia was standing on one of those pogo ride things, acting as if it was the funnest thing in the universe. Wy and Ladonia were currently on a seesaw, each trying to bounce the other off.

"DAMMIT, I CAN'T KNOCK YOU OFF! WHY ARE YOU SO GODDAMN FAT?" Ladonia screeched.

"AM NOT! YOU'RE JUST A STRINGBEAN, YOU BITCH!" Wy yelled back in retort.

"NO! YOU'RE A FAT WHALE FULL OF LARD AND BLUBBER AND STUFF!"

Meanwhile, Sealand was just running around yelling random things. "HI PEOPLE WHO LIVE NEARBY! I'M GONNA SING YOU A SONG! I'M A CUCUMBER, I'M A CUCUMBER, I'M A CUCUMBER, I'M A CUCUMBER, I'M A CUCUMBER, I'M A CUCUMBER, PLEASE DON'T STUFF ME IN A PICKLE JAR! DAMN I'M GOOD. I SHOULD HAVE A FRICKIN' ALBUM OUT BY NOW."

Denmark decided he should call Finland now. Wouldn't want the police to find them…though somehow being found by Finland would probably be scarier and much more traumatizing. Well, at least the kid would learn his lesson. He silently commended himself on being a responsible adult…well, kind of.

The phone rung a few times. "…Hello?" A very sleepy Finland said.

"Hello, would you like to buy Girl Scout cookies?" Denmark said in a ridiculously high-pitched voice. Oh wait, he was supposed to be serious. Okay, it's serious business time. Starting now. "Uh, I meant to say that your son is out gallivanting with some of his friends at the park."

"WHAT? Are you joking? Please tell me you're joking. You better be joking…" Finland said, slightly threatening.

"No, I'm serious, listen." Denmark held the phone out towards the park.

"I LIKE CORNCAKES!"

"BUTTCRACK!"

"YOUR MOM IS A POTATO!"

"BUTTCRACK…AGAIN!"

"I WANT CHEESE!"

Denmark put the phone back to his ear. "I think I've proved my point…"

Finland abruptly hung up.

Five minutes later a car pulled up and he could see Finland get out and march up to the playground.

"Sealand…I was so worried…and WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU LITTLE SHIT DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED YOU MADE US YOU ARE SO GROUNDED YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN. TELL YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS TO GET IN THE CAR. WE'RE DRIVING THEM HOME. BETTER SAY GOODBYE, BECAUSE THIS WILL PROBABLY BE THE LAST TIME YOU'LL EVER SEE THEM EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER AGAIN!" He gripped Sealand's arm so hard it cut off circulation and dragged him to the car. His friends timidly followed. Even Ladonia. He'd rather put up with being near Sweden for a few minutes than getting dragged to the car by Finland. He'd probably need to buy a new arm if he had to face that death grip.

Everyone was dead silent, except to give directions to their various homes. After everyone was dropped off and Finland, Sweden, and Sealand were back at the house, Finland lifted up Sealand and practically threw him into his room. "Good night, wonderful child! Sleep tight!" He said sarcastically, slamming the door. He knew full well that Sealand wasn't going to be able to get any sleep, and decided to plan a lot of activities for tomorrow in case he still hasn't learned his lesson yet.

A few minutes later, Sweden quietly entered Sealand's room with sleeping pills. "…I have a fe'ling you'll need th'se…" He said before patting him on the head and leaving the room.

Dude, Finland ended up a lot scarier than I originally planned. I've always found him much scarier than Sweden. Sweden is the softy, Finland is brutal. He's a good guy, he just really doesn't want Sealand to act like such a hooligan and will take drastic measures to make sure Sealand learns his lesson. By the way, that little cucumber song Sealand sung is real. Just go on YouTube and search "I'm a Cucumber" and it should come up. I originally was going to end the story here, but now I want to write another chapter. I love writing Finland this way, it's so fun. XD