Filler chapter time! *It's so nice to be happy, sha-la-la-la!* I'm waiting for a few more ideas before I write Denmark's chapter, but I think I know which one I'm going to choose (so far). Now, about this here filler; great thanks to James95 for this idea of pure genius. Internet cookies for you, bro! :D Right, enough of my nonsensical ramblings; on with the chapter! ^-^
"Sve, I'm going to Denmark's to get drunk. Are you going to join us?" Sweden looked up at a cheery Finland, and shook his head wordlessly. Finland sighed. "Okay, then. See you later, Sve!" The Fin waved once, and then practically waltzed out of the door and down the driveway. Sweden breathed a sigh of relief. Peace at last. Not that he didn't enjoy Finland's company, but hey, a guy's gotta have his alone time! He smirked to himself as he went around the house locking all the doors and windows. Then he picked up his duster, put his favourite CD on, and got down to business...
~~~OOO~~~
Sealand grumbled quietly to himself as he dragged his suitcase up the drive. He had been hoping to spend the next 3 days with Latvia and the others, but that bastard Russia had come back early and kicked him out. He reached the door, still muttering under his breath, and pulled his key out of his pocket. Opening the door and throwing his suitcase against the wall, he was faintly surprised to hear music coming from another room. It sounded like... Caramelldansen? That song that Papa hated because it had come from his country, and was in his words 'the most ridiculous piece of music ever created' (but minus most vowels)? Why was that playing here? Curiosity aroused, he crept silently through the hallway and looked through the doorway into the main room... and smiled. He couldn't help it. His Papa was dancing around singing into a duster looking like the happiest person alive. So THIS is what Mama and the others had been whispering about all week! Honestly, it looked like fun. He stepped into the room just as Sweden turned around and saw him. He had to hold back his laughter as Sweden went pale. "Papa?"
"Y-y's, S'l'nd?" Sealand grinned up at Sweden.
"Can I dance too?"
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Nothing could've prepared Finland for what he came home too. Sweden was dancing again, but this time Sealand had joined in and both of them were dancing animatedly around the main room. Sealand had somehow managed to learn the words to the so-called 'forbidden' song in less than an hour, and was now having great fun jumping around doing the Caramelldansen with his Papa. Finland's alcohol-infused mind simply gave up trying to comprehend what was happening when Sweden grabbed him and made him dance with them. After about an hour of over-enthusiastic raving, all three collapsed in a heap on the floor.
And that was how Iceland found them the next morning. Needless to say he limped away as fast as his still-painful ankle would allow, and spent the morning letting Denmark get him thoroughly drunk in order to forget what he had seen. Not surprising really, since none of the 3 had been wearing shirts, and neither Sweden nor Finland were wearing trousers. (No prizes for guessing what he assumed had gone on XP!) As for Sealand, he thoroughly enjoyed the dancing, and kept bugging Finland and Sweden to do it again. In front of the other Nordics. AWKWARD! OuO
Hooray for filler chapters! Now, the little Denmark-related contest is still going, and I'm currently in the middle of writing chapter 4 of Kestrel's Adventures in Amnesia. I'll hope to get that up before I go on holiday in 4 days time. (To Wales, in case you were wondering.) I might take my laptop with me to continue writing, but I might not. Depends on stuff. ;3 Rambling over; goodbye bros! ^-^
