"Is this really his house?" Iceland examined the partially destroyed home. It has a lot of broken wood and shattered glass around it.

Mr. Puffin flew closer. "Yup! There's the crybaby over there."

He went closer to the door and knocked. Even though he could just enter the open windows, he chose to be polite and knocked.

"W-who's there?" Finland cried out. "Go away! I already told you that I don't have any money!"

That's odd. "What are you talking about? It's just Iceland."

Finland perked up. "Islanti!" The door lock clicked and it opened a little; peeking in the narrow space is a sobbing and recently beat up nation.

"What b-brings you here?" He asked, trying to stop shivering. "Y-you're not going to attack me too, are you?"

"Why would I do that? I'm just visiting." Finland sighed in relief. "And what happened here?"

"Something really awful." He gestured both of them to come inside. "I'll tell you what happened."

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"So," Iceland said, stroking his chin. "Norway attacked you, too?"

Finland told the whole story while preparing some leftover snacks; to which Iceland tried to refuse since he just ate this morning. But Mr. Puffin doesn't agree.

"Yes!" He exclaimed and placed the biscuits on the fragile table. The puffin received a plateful of fish, much to his delight. "And what's weird is that he looks like as if he was back to his old viking self. Even talked like one."

"Is he really like this in the past?" Iceland unconsciously thought out loud. "As long as I remembered, he never attacked Finland at all. It's also one of the reasons why there aren't much Finnish vikings..."

"That's one of the reasons why I'm surprised." The other country said.

"Something tells me that I really should visit the others."

Finland nodded. "Ja, I would go with you. After I finished cleaning here of course."

Awkward silence filled the room, but it was gone after Finland decided to talk. "You we're a cute little boy back then," Their attention went back to him again. "I still remember the time when we were teaching you Old Norse." Iceland stopped him before he would start ranting about his childhood, a topic he is ashamed of.

"We shall not speak of that."

Finland chuckled, followed by Mr. Puffin who laughed loudly because Iceland's embarrassment is his happiness.

The uneasy nation frowned and stood from his seat. "I'll go help cleaning." He grabbed a broom and sweeped the floor, just to have an excuse to ignore their teasing.

"You're such a sore loser." He chirped and waddled towards Iceland.

"I'm just being mature." He grumbled, obviously throwing a little tantrum.

Finland joined them with more cleaning materials; the snacks already forgotten. "If you say so."

They all diligently worked; if a puffin skating around on a sponge counts. Halfway through, they were abrupted by Finland's ringtone.

Mr. Puffin clicked the answer button. The bird stumbled down to the floor upon the very loud voice of Denmark.

"Finland!" Kzzt. "Dude! Help-"

Call ended.

The three of them dropped their things and looked at each other. Before one could utter a word, they all rushed towards the door and made their way to Denmark's.

"Hey, wait for me asni! Carry me!" He shouted and flapped over to his head.

"You could fly anyway!"

The puffin nestled himself on his hair. "I'm too tired." Iceland snorted at his remark.

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They reached their destination; panting across the street of the house.

"It seems normal." Finland said.

"I thought he was attacked, too." Iceland went near the place. Finland followed him to the doorstep.

"I knew it," Mr. Puffin shook his head while clicking his tounge. "He was just drunk."

"Well, we could never be so sure." Iceland turned the knob. Thankfully, Denmark is stupid for not locking. They all cautiously entered but nothing in particular happened.

"I swear Denmark if you are trying to pull a prank again I will kill you." Finland shouted.

"And I'll eat all of your rye breads!" Mr. Puffin added.

He must have came down rushing right now but surprisingly, no response.

Mr. Puffin burrowed his beak into Iceland's hair. "This is seriously starting to freak me out."

Finland waved to them. "Hey guys! Look over here!" He pointed to the Dane's living room. "Denmark would never let anyone in here if he doesn't know them."

"He's raided by Norway as well?!" Iceland exclaimed.

"It ain't obvious." Mr. Puffin rolled his eyes.

Iceland touched the mark left by some sort of sharp weapon on one of the cabinets. "There isn't much damage here, though. He must've escaped."

"We have to find him." He nodded to Finland and searched. But there wasn't a single sign that the Danish is present.

"Did you find-Ack!"

"Finland! What happened?"

"It's nothing," The Finn clutched his painful arm. "I just tripped." He hid the scar that Norway caused, which should have been gone from awhile ago along with the other injuries.

Luckily, the other bought the lie and changed the subject. "We have to go to Sweden now. Chances are that Denmark scampered away to him for help."

Iceland noticed that his head felt light, literally. He isn't even surprised to see a puffin comfortably sitting on the sofa while watching television.

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"This is getting boring." Mr. Puffin complained while they were walking in the street.

"Just shut up."

"Whatever," The puffin huffed. "Do you notice something strange?"

Iceland activated his senses and looked around. "Nope." With that, he received a wing slap.

"You're forgetting Finland already?"

"Oh," No wonder why it's quiet. "Where is he?"

The answer to his question was given when something whooshed beside his head; an allowance of only a millimeter.

"Hvað í fjandanum?!" They both shrieked and looked behind them. It's Finland with a bow targeted at them. Where did he even got those?

"Rouka!" He yelled and attempted to shoot another arrow.

"Don't just stand there, fábjáni!" Mr. Puffin shouted and harshly tugged strands of Iceland's hair. "Run away!"

"Ow!" he groaned but didn't hesitate to dash away.

The lookout puffin is still constantly hurting the Icelander's scalp while screaming. "Faster! He's getting close!"

Iceland saw a narrow alley at his left and darted towards it. Hopefully, the chaser is idiotic enough not to notice.

"When will we get a time to stop running already?" Mr. Puffin whispered.

"You weren't even tiring yourself."

"At least I'm not the one who will die first in a zombie apocalypse."

Iceland was about to get back at him but another voice startled both of them. "Shut it you prats." Before they could scream in fright, the person covered their mouth.

"You again, old insane witch dude?" Mr. Puffin managed to muffle. "What the hell are you doing here!?"

England glared at him but responded to the question anyway. "We're all in the same boat."

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A/N:

Translations:

Islanti = Iceland (Finnish)

Asni = jerk (Icelandic)

Hvað í fjandanum = What the hell (Icelandic)

Rouka = Food (Finnish)

fábjáni = idiot (Icelandic)

And yes I know that England should be called a wizard but Mr. PUFFIN preferred to call him a witch :p

I'm on serious writer's block right now so I'm sorry for a crappy chapter (in a crappy story :p) ._. Plus, I thought I didn't have any reviews but they we're actually there! (Seriously ...)Thanks guys! Let me know if I have mistakes! And a lot of things are confusing right now but I will try to explain it in the next chapters~