After Denmark finished freaking out, Finland spoke up. "Ruotsi, we should have a plan."

"M'w'fe's r'ght."

"If the demon is targeting us, and more specifically, our pain, we should all stick together. No exploring, no running off. Alright?" Norway said.

Everyone agreed.

"So…what do we do now?" Denmark asked after an awkward silence.

Norway was about to answer him, when something began to feel…wrong.

"Little Brother?" he asked, looking around as he stood. "Ísland? Emil!?"

Iceland was gone.


A/N: I don't think I've mentioned this before, but "Ruotsi is Finnish for "Sweden" and "Ísland" is Norwegian for "Iceland."

This is the part that I got freaked out at last night when I was writing this.

It starts getting bloody soon. The faint-of-heart may want to stop reading in a chapter or two.