((OK! YOU WANTED MORE? HERE IS MORE!

This chapter will have a lot of back-and-forth dialogue in it. I dunno, I just wanted some quick arguing between the characters to get the story along.

Hetalia is not mine! Enjoy!))

Norway gave Denmark an annoyed glare. "What are you even doing here?"

"Came to ask you where the ice packs were," Denmark replied. "Seriously. What are you doin'?"

"Going somewhere," Norway answered shortly.

"Where?"

"Nowhere you need to know."

"Why?"

"Because I have to."

"Why do you have to?"

"Can't you just leave already?"

"I could, but I want you to tell why you're leaving first."

Norway groaned. "I have something important to do."

"What would that be?"

"Like I'd tell you, Dane."

Denmark rubbed his eyes and blinked, giving Norway a less-tired look. "C'mon Norge, what's so secret?"

Norway glared daggers at him. "Just go."

"No. Not until you tell me where you're off to."

"I'm never telling you."

"Tell me or I'll tell Iceland about the Cat Ears incident." Denmark had a completely straight face.

Norway jolted. Since when did Denmark learn to blackmail? Shoot… He sighed and said, "I have a mission."

"What kind of mission?" Denmark asked, leaning on the edge of the door.

"From the magical realm," said Norway, shrugging on the backpack. "That's all you need to know. Now step aside."

At "magical realm", Denmark grinned. "You mean you're going to go and hang out with your imaginary friends?"

"They are not imaginary," Norway hissed. "Now step aside."

"Seriously, what are you going to do? What kind of mission are y-ACK!" Denmark gagged as Norway took hold of his tie.

"When I say "step aside", I mean step aside," Norway said in a dangerously low voice. "The world could be in a ton of danger right now and I'm not going to let you fudge it up, got it?"

Denmark nodded hastily and Norway released him, pushing past him and heading down the hall. Denmark bounded after him, yelling, "Noooorge! If you are going somewhere, why don't I come? I could help you on this "mission" or whatever!"

"First, not in million years," Norway replied, "Second, what part of "go away" do you not understand?"

"But Nooooooooooorge…."

"I have to leave now."

"Where are you going?"

Norway halted immediately as he came face-to-face with Finland and Iceland.

"You're not running away, are you?" Finland asked, obviously concerned.

"Nope," said Norway.

"Then what's with the mace and backpack?" Iceland questioned.

"Camping trip with the Magic Club."

"You never said anything about that," said Iceland, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Norway, for once, could not manage to form a telligible excuse. As he pondered over what to say next, Denmark thumped down the stairs and announced, "He's going on a magic mission!"

Iceland looked inquisitively at Norway, while Finland looked plain confused.

"Look, I gotta go save the world right now," said Norway after a few moments of awkward silence. "Now let me through."

"What's this 'bout savin' the world?"

Norway's head snapped up as Sweden came into the room as well, wondering what the commotion was about. Great. "Not you too, Sve," Norway groaned, eyes narrowing even more as he realized how Iceland-like that sounded.

"Come on, Norge," said Denmark, putting a hand on Norway's shoulder. "Fess up."

Norway shot him a dark glare and said, "OK, I'm going into the woods. I need to get to the magic realm so I can reseal a witch and save the universe. Now, if you don't mind, I have to go."

"Not so fast," said Finland, Denmark, and Sweden in unison.

"You're not leaving without us," said Denmark.

"Too bad, I am," said Norway, already heading towards the door.

"Norway, if you're actually serious, which I'm guessing you are, we're gonna come with you!" Finland added, not about to back down.

"Are you guys for real?" Iceland asked with irritation. "He's just talking about his stupid fantasies again." He tried not to notice the razor-sharp glower Norway was giving him from across the room.

"We're for real, all right," said Denmark. "You heard the Finn, Norge. We're coming."

"No you're not," Norway said. "It's much too dangerous, anyway. And you guys know next to nothing about magic." Suddenly, instead of the door, he found himself facing Sweden.

"We're not lettin' ya go without us," said Sweden with finality.

Denmark reached the bottom of the stairs, grinning wickedly. "So, what's it gonna be, Norge?"

Norway looked from face to face, considering all his options. He could beat up Denmark and Iceland no problem, but Finland and Sweden could put up a fantastic fight. And he couldn't just bail.

He sighed, defeated. "OK, fine. Come. If you end up getting killed, it's your problem." Turning to the three near the stairs, he said, "Get your weapons and anything you really need. Icy, get food and water supplies. If you guys are serious, then we'll be serious. We don't have much time."

((OK, so now its time to go on an adventure.

Next: we will meet the rulers of the magical world and the great evil scheme shall be revealed to our heroes! Stay tuned!

Review! ^_^))