Thanks to everyone who favorite, but sadly, I am not continuing this story. I still had all of this, so I just decided to post them all in one document.

I may continue, but I am just not feeling this story anymore.

But please enjoy; this is not beta'd and not spell/grammar checked. Everyone is likely OOC

Chapter 3) What's Happening?

In the month that Iceland had lived with Eisenwald, he had noticed one thing; they were all insane. Brigit was always around him, annoying, but he was glad for her. Girls and guys alike look at him like he was a delicacy.

And frankly, it scared him.

The room he woke up in was claimed as his and every night, Brigit would remove the door. Sure, it made escape hard, but by the sound of footsteps stopping at where the door was, he was honestly relieved. And why would he escape? He got good food, flushing toilets and a free bodyguard, what more could he want? He got almost free access to everything, except for the job board and outside. Those was off limits.

The top guild members were slightly more sane, but the stand-in leader was creepy as hell. He got along great with them, and 'get along great' simply means that he would listen to them explain how the world works here. Kageyama was often the one who explained the most to him, he was a little more 'down to earth'. Or Earthland, stupid name taking Earth's name and ripping it off.

As with his keys, he doesn't know what to do with them. Brigit told him to go to the twins, who liked holder type weapons. Iceland would, but he frankly does not have motivation.

At least, he didn't. He was reading a book when Kageyama and Brigit picked him by his arm pits and dumped him at the twins feet, telling them to 'Teach Emil to summon his keys'.

So here he was, Norway's key in hand, with two identical expectant faces. He was already told how to do it, he just need to do it.

Easier said then done.

First; He had to know a call name. Each key, no matter what, has one.

Second; He needed to feel the spirit and command them to come forward.

Third; he had to visualize the spirit standing in front of him.

Fourthly; He had to make a contract with the spirit.

And Lastly; he planned to mess up until he got to his room. A lot.

And that's what he did, pretending to get increasingly frustrated as it didn't 'work'. He knew Norway's call(after a good two hours of meditating), but he would always change a word to the call to mess it up. Mr. Puffin had already been filled in on what has happened and was currently watching with a small smirk on his face. The twins watched in boredom before they called it off after three hours and told him to try again tomorrow.

So they walked him to his room and left. Assholes.

A few hours later, when Brigit removed the door, he got out of bed and grabbed Norway's key.

"Open, Gate of the Troll, Noregur!" Iceland called, not loudly, but loud enough for Norway to hear. A bright light came from the key and wind blew his coat back. He is so lucky his room doesn't have windows.

When the light and dust disappeared, his brother was standing there, looking disgruntled and slightly disturbed. His outfit had stayed the same, in fact, everything was the same as the last time he saw him.

"Big Brother!" Iceland smiled at him and hugged him. The surprised look on his face was worth it.

"Iceland..?" Norway asked as he looked down on his brother. "Call me Big Brother again."

"B-big brother," Iceland whispered into the croak of his brother's neck. Once again, Norway was surprised. Iceland finally pulled away. "You need to stop leaving books at my place!"

"...I didn't leave any books at your place." Norway said in his monotone voice. "Iceland, what's going on?"

Iceland took a breath, "I saw a weird book on my coffee table, flipped to a random page and read it out loud. Then I woke up in this room and found out that I'm in another dimension and you guys turned into keys." Iceland held out Norway's key, which he took and looked it over. "And apparently magic is normal around here and... And I-I'm scared-d." Iceland seemed to curl in on himself.

"Mr. Puffin is the only one not to turn into a key and I-I'm faking amnesia with my human name because I d-don't know how things work around here, so now there was lots of weird wizards around here, a-and I don't know how to defend myself because m-most of them are looking at me weird. A-and I'm not in a good place, 'cause they take jobs where-where they kill people and in eight days I-I'm suppos' to go with them to see them kill a bunch of guild masters—" Iceland was cut off by Norway pulling him close again and rubbing his white hair. He lead them to the bed.

For a long while, Norway just rubbed his little brother's head as he calmed down. When the younger nation was relaxed, Norway asked, "How long has it been since you been here?"

Iceland sniffed, "A month..."

"We've been in another dimension for a few days." Norway told him, still rubbing Emil's hair. "It's alright Iceland. We all make mistakes."

"Not you. Not you, Denny, Swed or Finny. You guys don't make big mistakes like this." Iceland muttered, getting sleepier by the minute as his small magical capacity started to dissipate.

"We did Iceland." Norway pulled the younger nation onto his lap. He got the younger nation to look at him in the eyes, "We didn't teach you to how to defend yourself because we never thought that something like this would happen. So I think it's time to fix that, alright?"

Iceland nodded sleepily, lavender eyes dropping.

"I'll tell the others for you, alright?" Iceland nodded again, not comprehending, and Norway kissed his younger brother's forehead lovingly as Emil fell to sleep. Tucking him in, Norway watched his innocent brother's face before he felt himself disappear.

When Norway could see clearly again, he was being shaken by a Dane. Norway pulled on Denmark's tie to stop him.

"Wh're d'dya go?" Sweden asked from where the smaller nation was choking Denmark. "Ya lef' for ah f'w sec'nds."

"To see Iceland." Norway explained the whole scenario to them, seeing the faces of his fellow nations change as he spoke. He explained how freak out Iceland was, how scared he was, and how long it's been for him. "For him, the only way he can see us is if he uses these things called 'Keys'. He also call me a Troll."

"Poor Icey." Denmark commented sadly. He perked up instantly, "DON'T WORRY ICEY, BIG BROTHER DENMARK'S GUNNA—" whatever else he was going to say was lost as Norway knocked out Denmark with a fist that faintly resembled Troll's.

"So, are we finally going to train him in fighting? But doesn't he have no military?" Finland asked, head tilted. "How would his boss react? Won't he be mad?"

"There's men and women looking at him like they want to have sex with him." Norway deadpanned.

"They all shall die." Finland gained a fire in his eyes and venom in his voice as he raised a clenched fist. Even Sweden looked weirded out by this new Finland and started to scoot away slowly as a dark aura surrounded the normally cheerful nation.

Ya know, my slaves-readers, I mean readers, this has gotten dark really fast. Time to fix that!

"Mama! Papa! Look what I found!" Sealand ran up to them, holding a snowman looking thing with Beady eyes and a cone on his noise. "I named him Mr. Minor! Apparently he's a Cestial Spirit called Canis Minor and has tons of brothers and sisters! Can I keep him, pleeeeeease?"

"Ya mean 'C'lest'al'" Sweden corrected.

"That's what I said! So, can I keep him? Please?" Sealand gave him puppy dog eyes and a pouty lip. "I'll take care of him, like my Goats!*"

Finland looked at Sealand, "You own a goat?"

"Yep! And his name's Pickles. Then there's Allie, Mama, Snowy, Cat, Cow and Dixon! They are Pickles' herd, but Pickles is mine." Sealand beamed. "So can I keep Mr. Minor?"

"Plue-Plue!" The Canis Minor seemed to agree with the arrangement.

"See! Even Mr. Minor agrees!"

"Alright." Finland sighed, "Why don't you go and get to know Mr. Minor better?"

"Great idea!" And Sealand darted off to play with his new friend.

Finland turned to Norway, "So, how long has it been for Icey?"

"A month or so since he got teleported here." Norway told them. "1 hour in Iceland's dimension is 1 minute in ours. Meaning, one day for Iceland is 24 minutes for us. One day for us in here is 2 and a half weeks for him."

"Well that's shit." Denmark finally woke up, "So, how did he call you?"

"'Open Gate of the Troll, Noregur.'" Norway recited. "And if my calculations are correct, he should be calling one of us again in a few seconds."

"Please not Sealand," Finland begged, "We'll tell him about it later. Just not now."

"Oh, and tell him your human name." Norway said, "It's simply easier. Plus we change it about a hundred times."

"Greattt- Someone fill me in?" Denmark gave a sheepish grin.

"Alright, try the key again." One of the twins, he didn't know which, told him. They didn't even give him their names, the bastards!

Emil gave a breath and took out Norway's key once again. He wondered if this was even a good idea. Calling his brother in front of these two lunatics. Wait, three- Kagiyama is in the wall. Sneaky Fucker.

"Open, Gate of the Troll, Noregur!" Iceland 'commanded'. He just hoped that this worked.

The same bright light and smoke happened when he first called on his brother, but, something was different. There was more wind, as in, he was being pushed back instead of a ruffling breeze, and he couldn't define the shape.

When the dust finally settled, Norway was standing there, staring at a wall. And "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING!?"

For those who have watched an anime called Magi the Kingdom of Magic, imagine Alibaba's Djinn Equip in blues and purples, and without the sword and wild hair.

For those who don't, imagine a skimpy belt that held up three blue pieces of fabric with white hip hop pants that ended underneath his knees with only a small strap from shoulder to opposite waist and a huge necklace that goes down to his chest. On his hands were what seemed like bigger, stronger troll hands that were sharp all the way to his elbows. His hair had grown longer to what it was like in his Viking days, tied at the nape of his neck, and...pffffffff... Norway had a little crown on his head that ran under his hair.

If it wasn't for his bare male abdomen, you could almost mistake him for a woman.

Norway turned to Emil, who was looking quite freaked out. The twins were even freaked out; Emil should have only been able to call the spirit, not keep it in this world for a few minutes. How strong was this guy?

"...Call me big brothe—"

"HELL NO!" Emil interrupted before Norway could finish his sentence.

"Okay, Emil—" Another twin, or was it the the same one? Who knows. "Now in order to make a contract, just ask him what days you can call him. Be in command—"

"Any day you want is good for me." Norway interrupted, "Keeps me away from the stupid ass."

"Ah, alright, now, uh, ask what he would like to be called by, most spirits like to be called a certain thing that isn't their call—"

Once again, Norway interrupted, "Call me Lukas. Or big brother." And Norway disappeared. Iceland collapsed from using too much magic.

"That guy was an ass." Kageyama shadow-walked out of the wall, surprising the twins. "Is this the first time he summoned a spirit?"

"First time here,"

"We don't know how strong of a wizard he was,"

"Before he lost his memories." The twins finished one after the other. "But he has potential."

"Good," Kageyama smirked, "Erigor will be pleased."

* Sealand does have a herd of goats. Their names, I just randomly picked out *sqee*