Sweden, Finland, and Iceland were standing on Norway's doorstep when said Norwegian opened the door. Iceland noticed that, for the first time ever, his big brother (God, how he hated saying those words) almost looked...frazzled.

He couldn't help but smirk. "What's the matter, Norway? You want me to call you 'big brother'?"

Norway threw Iceland his world famous death glare. "Don't say a word. There's something downstairs I need to show you."


Why they were in Norway's basement, none of them had a clue. But Norway was pacing, looking nervous.

Finland spoke up. "What do you want to show us, Norway?"

Sweden added, " 'nd wh'r's D'nm'rk?"

Norway shook his head and opened the closet door.


A tiny, blond boy with ridiculously spiky hair ran out and started trying to use Sweden as a climbing wall, yelling, "Where's the Carlsberg?! You promised!"

The Nordics collectively gasped. Iceland stammered, "I-is that...?"

"Yes, its Denmark."

The chibi paused and said, "Mark?"

He then took out a Sharpie (don't even ask how he got it) and proceeded to draw all over Sweden's face. Eventually, Sweden managed to pull the laughing little boy off his face and hold him mid-air, upside down by his little leg.

"Wh't h'pp'n'd?"

"I don't know! I don't know! All I do know is that we're going to have to take care of him while I figure out what happened and figure out how to change him back."

Finland took Denmark from Sweden and hugged him. "Aw, but he's so adorable. Do we have to change him back?"

"Well, he's a lot of trouble like this, Finland, I mean-"

At that moment Denmark burped really loudly and began laughing hysterically.

"Well, he isn't much different than he usually is, but he can't fend for himself."