When he sensed that the coast is clear, England finally let them go. "We're not inside a boat." Mr. Puffin replied to him.

England frowned. "It's an idiom, stupid penguin."

The puffin pecked him on the head. "I'm a freaking puffin, idiot!"

The two began arguing. Poor Iceland's ear is now aching because they're shouting to his left and right.

"Stop it, you two. How could we even get out of here if you keep on fighting?" He grabbed Mr. Puffin and shut him up with a truce; buy him licorice later. The bird behaved and diligently went back on his head, which you could call his nest.

"Sorry for that." England apologized. "Anyway, who's the one chasing you?"

"It's Finland." Iceland said. "How about you?"

"The Scandinavian Vikings." He sighed. They went to my home uninvited."

Both of their eyes widened. "What?! I thought Denmark and Sweden are..." Iceland trailed off.

"They're affected, too? We're screwed, Icey." Mr. Puffin remarked.

England and Iceland raised their eyebrows at him. "Affected?" The British nation emphasized the word. "What do you mean by that?"

The puffin shrugged. "Well, I noticed that whenever someone weird attacks them, they become weird, too. It's just my observation, though."

"I also noticed that they turn into their past selves. I'm pretty sure of the Scandinavian countries, but I haven't yet seen what Finland is like before." He added.

England nodded. "Hmm...now that you mentioned it, do you think it's some kind of revenge? I attacked them in the past-"

"Pfft..." Mr. Puffin interrupted. "It's karma for being an asshole and messing with the whole world before!" He laughed while teasing the other.

"I still left 22 countries!"

Iceland pulled both of them away from each other. "Let's just continue this at your home, Britain."

"After the invasion, I think it's not safe."

"Well, mine is not safe either." He furrowed his eyebrows.

"I have a secret headquarters on your museum." England said. "Shall we?"

The other two glared at him. "Are you even serious?" They synchronously said.

"It's only for situations like this." He defended himself. "Besides, it's the closest choice we have."

Iceland and Mr. Puffin kept on staring at him warily, but followed him anyway.

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They arrived in Iceland's most beloved national museum, of all places. England pressed a secret button in one of the attractions. A green light flashed along with a beep, showing the wall open and reveal a stairway. They all went down the dusty hallway as the wall came back to its original form.

"Why haven't I noticed this before?" Iceland asked.

"I'm a great spy." He proudly boasted.

"But this is illegal," Iceland said. "After all of this ended, I'm filing you a trespassing case."

England huffed. "I'm helping you so we're equal."

"I never even asked."

There was no response except for the rolling of his eyes as he proceeded on opening the door.

A simple white room with a lot of electronics, including CCTV cameras and computers.

"You perverted stalker!" Mr. Puffin yelled.

"I already told you it's for security purposes!" He switched everything on and before the fight could begin, they stopped when they saw what's happening in other parts of the world.

"Is it World War again?!" Iceland exclaimed.

Footages from a few countries are shown in separate screens. All we're filled with fire and destruction. The news mentioning something along the lines of 'End of the World'.

England paled. "This is bad. Really bad."

Mr. Puffin at the computer read one of the top headlines he found. "All of the Nordics, except Iceland, are declaring war against England. But since the British government kept on rejecting it, they kept on destroying towns. They are also trying to contact Iceland to help them."

Iceland shook his head. "Which is impossible to happen."

"I think that's the reason why I'm being moody." England whispered to himself. "But as long as they won't catch us, the people will be alright."

"So," Mr. Puffin said, flying away from the PC. "Are we going to hide here or go out and die outside?"

"We must research more and prepare plans to fix this phenomena," England stated. "Don't you think that this is too odd to be happening?"

"You're the supernatural nerd here," Mr. Puffin said while raiding the fridge. "Do something with your skills and fix everything!"

"I'm still an amateur!" He folded his arms and grumbled to himself. "Wait, did you see that?" He pointed to one of the screens.

"Nor, Swe and Denmark at the entranceway? How the hell did they find us?" Iceland stated the obvious. And why in his land again?

England shut down everything and opened a vent. "Follow me, quick! It won't be too long before they would see us."

"But my fish chips!" Mr. Puffin whined. Iceland immediately carried the puffin, leaving the expired chips behind.

"My question isn't answered yet." Iceland said, while following the Brit.

"Vikings have a keen sense of tracking," he answered. "And they could just destroy the wall."

"Oh." They finally reached the end and got out. The sky was already dark and nighttime is near.

"Where could we go now?" The puffin said.

"Let's take a walk around." England answered. "But be sensitive with any suspicious sounds."

"How about the cafe?" Iceland suggested. "There's also a library nearby. It could help us."

Both nodded. "Sounds like a good idea."

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"Who has money?" Mr. Puffin asked.

England growled as he took out a few of his bucks and gave it to the cashier.

"Sorry sir, we only accept Icelandic Krona."

Secretly, Mr. Puffin took money from Iceland's wallet and placed it in the counter.

"You cheeky fowl."

The puffin stick out his tounge. "We need food to live, okay?"

The trio ended up in one of the tables; cookies and tea as their dinner.

"We get to rest at last," England said. "All those running makes me tired.

"Yeah," Iceland nodded, carrying the sleeping puffin on his head. "We have to sleep in the library though."

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Unbeknownst to them, a bat is following their every move. It flew across the city to the forest and entered a tree stump. He began to shift when the space is already wide enough for him.

"Romania," An unknown voice said. "You're back already?"

"They're in the library, should we attack them?"

"Not now, everything is going according to plan. Let them play for now, they won't be able to hide anyway." The voice chuckled evilly.

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A/N:

No translations yay :D

P.S. Icelandic Krona is Icelandic money.

I finally added that scene in the end! And ughhh I'm still currently on writer's block ._. For the next chapter, I'm not sure if I will update soon. But of course I will NOT event abandon this! Though, school is starting (dammit) and I'm also learning how to draw (yay for improving crap drawing skills). Thanks for reading this even though it isn't good :3 (I can't see latest reviews immediately because app isn't working well, too ._.)