Here it is! The third Chappy of OLW (which almost spells OWL) in the flesh, er, electronic imaging maybe…?
I don't own Hetalia, if I did, it would be epic with epic music and everything :D
Warning: I wrote some of this while I listened to epic music… be warned. It also gets a little graphic toward the end…so…
Location: Amsterdam, North Holland, Netherlands
Time: 11:46
Date: 16 July 2012
Netherlands woke quite unceremoniously that morning giving a kiss to the floor. Which is fancy authoress speak for 'he got his ass kicked out of bed and fell flat on his face.' Who had the audacity to wake him up you ask? Well my dear readers, that answer is actually a very simple one-worded answer. Belgium. The young man glared up at his younger sister- who looked ready to slap him silly mind you- Netherlands was able to form one word to show his indignation at the fact he was up before noon. "What?" He asked a little harshly his voice a little raspy and groggy from sleep, accent showing through more than usual. The Belgium woman standing and glaring down at him let a sharp, irritated sigh escape her lips as she stared down the man she called 'frère'. The Dutchman looked back up at her with dazed, unfocused, but none-the-less glaring deep royal green eyes.
"Are we forgetting something?" The woman asked motioning to the empty space beside her. This did NOT bode well for the Dutchman who couldn't tell her what day of the week it was let alone play a game of charades. So with a look that plainly said 'humor me' Netherlands rolled over and went back to sleep in his uncomfortable position on the ground. Or at least he tried to go back to sleep had it not been for his younger sister kneeling next to him and jostling his shoulder attempting to get him up. "You forgot Luxemburg!" She stated exasperatedly lightly punching Netherland's shoulder her own green eyes looking down at her big brother with the purest form of let down the young man had ever seen. It made him feel really bad, but Belgium was known for her good acting skills, but still it was his little sister and he hated seeing her look like that, the big brother in him took over putting his body on auto pilot.
'Oh. Shit.' It was around that time that the realization that Netherlands had practically abandoned his little brother finally made it through his thick skull. Yes he'd forgotten but did that stop him from attempting the usage of his 'get out of jail free card'? No. "Why don't you go get him?" Netherlands grumbled, pulling the covers that had entangled his legs and pooled on the floor up over his head in a vain attempt to block the light out. Seeing her brother's point and finding no harm in taking a train to see her little brother (for they didn't trust him to travel alone because of his apt ability at being accident prone.) So with that she left the room to go down the stairs and look at the train schedule. Finding the time slot that would work for her the young woman went to her brother's coat and pulled a few Euros out of the pocket to pay for the train, it's not like Netherlands would notice. The young woman then navigated back to the stair well and called up to her brother in a slightly menacing manner. "I'll be back!"
She was about to turn and leave when the deep voice of her brother reached her ears. "Belgium, put my money back and use your own for your transportation, don't you think I don't know you stole those Euros!" He called down in a slightly berating tone, like a parent scolding their child for lying. This sentence had the woman's mind reeling at the shock that her brother knew that she'd taken the money from him. Of course she had intentions of replacing it later, but still!
It was around that time that the phone proceeded to ring. Grumbling that she was the only one pulling her weight around in the house the young woman went to answer it, vaguely noticing that her brother had blearily made it down the stairs almost comically walking into the swinging door that lead to his kitchen. She stifled a quiet laugh at she picked up the device as her brother glared, pouring himself a cup of cold, black coffee. Looking at the caller ID she saw that it was Luxemburg calling. 'No doubt wondering where that lazy oaf is' The blonde Belgian woman thought to herself whilst glaring at her older brother, who seemingly didn't have the energy to put his hair back into that famous gravity-defying ridiculous style he always wore it in. Rolling her eyes Belgium proceeded to answer the phone, already on it's fourth ring, "He-"
"B-big sis-ter." Luxemburg sniffed barely above a whisper; the older woman could practically feel the tremble that threatened to take hold of her little brother's voice. "I w-want brother to f-ind me," a small gasp resonated through the line and Belgium knitted her eyebrows in worry, Netherlands looked up at her a curious expression on his face, "I-I'm hiding at home." The young boy whimpered then promptly hung up. A second passed in silence before Belgium promptly made a mad dash directly for the still slightly asleep Dutchman sitting at the table grabbing him by his wrist and dragging him out of his house whilst sputtering to him about Luxemburg.
_Hetalia_
Netherlands and Belgium crouched outside Luxemburg's house, the door was busted in and the lock was broken, shuffling could be heard from inside. The Dutchman motioned for his sister to stay where she was, earning a noise of disapproval from her, which was quickly shushed by her older brother. Netherlands swiftly crept around the to the front of the town house and up the stairs careful to mind the creaky third step. The Dutchman could hear the sounds of arguing from inside the house. They were close. Netherlands took in a deep breath as he peaked around the corner into the living area. Nothing. He was about to turn down the hallway to the kitchen when the slight whimper alerted him otherwise. Quickly Netherlands spun around and sprinted up the stairs his long legs granting him the ability to take two at a time. Breath coming out in short pants the young man managed to make it to the top of the stairs, his noisy assent catching the intruders' attention.
Netherlands drew his fist back, snarling, as the first idiot rounded the corner to be met with a punch in the face. Frantic voices could be heard inside his little brother's room, the whimpering of a child grew stronger. Panicking Netherlands rushed into the room to find his brother being held by a man, his identity fully covered by a bed sheet. A gun was held to Luxemburg's temple. Netherlands let his shoulders slump as his mind raced. The preteen looked up at his brother with swimming eyes, rimmed with white, visibly shaking, hidden room behind him torn to shreds. Bits of drywall littering the floor as plaster covered the furniture, metal hinges shinning gold in the filtered pure light from the sun into the room. "Nawo, if ya dun wan' te kid's bra'ns splatt'rin' on te groun' listen care'ull." The man walked up to the Dutchman, neither taking their eyes off of one another. Luxemburg's eyes watering even more with each step that the man took. Netherlands looked down at his little brother through his fringe. "Kneel." The man snapped making the young man jerk his head up quickly, fully processing what was going on at that very moment.
If they couldn't execute his brother, it would be him. Grimly Netherlands looked down before a sharp pain erupted across his shoulder blades knocking the wind out of him and sending him to his knees. Looking behind him the Dutchman could see a figure that looked feminine out of the corner of his eye, the baton in her left hand swung around carelessly. He couldn't see her face either. His eyes widened when she caught the weapon, and reflected in his sharp eyes, the baton struck him once more coercing him to his elbows forcing air out of his lungs once again. He could hear the shift of weight on the floor as his brother was thrown to the side, cool metal finding its resting place just centimeters away from his forehead as Netherlands felt the presence behind him grab a fist full of his hair, forcing him to look down the barrel of the gun.
Nothing but the silent beating of his heart resonated through the room.
Netherlands exhaled.
A single shot filled the chamber.
Location: Westchester County, New York, U.S.A
Time: 7:23
Date: 16 July 2012
Denmark groaned as he rolled over, the back of his hand pressed against his eyes in an attempt to relieve his headache. The blond nation didn't sleep at all the previous night, the call to his cousin doing nothing but setting the dire reality of the situation into perspective. It had almost made him sick. His mind swarmed with his two youngest brothers. What if that mysterious toxin had made it into Norway's system? What if Iceland was hurt?
What if…
What if Ice …
Was dead?
Denmark furiously shook his head as he tried to dislodge the thought, heart twisting with the thought of his little brother's bruised, bloody, body lying in a broken heap…NO! Denmark shot up, breathing heavy, blinking fast to try and shake the sickening idea from his head before he really did get sick. Iceland was fine he told himself as he had told his brothers only hours before…before Norway was… there was just so much blood Denmark drifted off looking down with horror at his hands, he swore they looked stained with his brother's blood and suddenly it wasn't only Iceland's dead body he was seeing. The Dane leaned back against the headboard wincing as his head throbbed: shivering as a wave of nausea lightly ran up his spine. Denmark swallowed thickly, was this what Norway felt whenever he saw blood?
Finally deciding to get up Denmark looked at his clock, then proceeded to feel the desire to crawl under a rock and die. It was seven thirty. The meeting today was at ten- he woke up three hours early. So the Dane did what any sane person who couldn't sleep did. Lie there and glare at that stupid clock. However somewhere along the lines of doing that he finally passed out.
_Hetalia_
All Denmark knew was that he was running. He was running into darkness. A feeling known only to the Dane as a vague emotion flooded his heart, this emotion? Fear. It clawed down his back, ripping into his heart, knotting his throat until he couldn't breath any longer. Cool air and darkness buffered him in his flight, boots forming a steady rhythm on the rough stone surface, resonating off of cold stone walls, slicked with water, the life giving force of the element doing nothing but teasing the Dane as he ran towards the light in front of him. A weird thing to see in a cold, musty, dank place such as this one, something so bright should not fill him with such dread as he felt now.
Reaching the faux safety of the artificial yellowed light did Denmark realize where he was. Stretching out like some giant esophagus of a beast lay a mineshaft. But the Dane didn't stop there to contemplate his surroundings. He continued to run into the fire-like light his lungs burning with effort. A sudden roar made his breath hitch. Something about this mine is evil. The thought resonated through his head as the rhythm changed, his boots having dug into gravel. The shinning walls of the tunnel sparkled with minerals as his body took a pre-planned route, veering right down a dark tunnel once more, a gangway, only at the end of this small tunnel there wasn't only light.
A sudden explosion roared throughout the tunnels. Fire belched forth, sharp fragments of debris found a way into Denmark's body when a particularly sharp shard of shinny, black rock burrowed it's way into his leg halting all progress forward. His head hit the ground, blood pooling around him as he looked into the chamber at the end of the gangway, the lifeless bodies of his brothers lay before him. Startled purple eyes of Iceland stared glass-like back at the Dane full of pain… of fear. Blood pooled around the Icelander, Norway, and Sweden... It was…Just… So... Much... Blood…
_Hetalia_
Denmark snapped awake, shaking, breathing hard, panicking, throat knotted, heart and lungs in his stomach. Denmark jumped out of his bed only to find his legs didn't want to support his weight and collapsed beneath him. Nausea consumed him and Denmark gagged, but couldn't be sick. His ribs hurt, his stomach hurt. Suddenly Denmark looked at his leg, expecting to see a shinny black rock jammed into his knee, blood staining the carpet of the floor, for unexplainable pain to grip him at any second... only to find that he was fine. There was no blood on the floor, no rock, nothing. A sigh escaped him. It was only a dream. Denmark swallowed thickly looking at the clock, nine-thirty.
Denmark couldn't get out of his room fast enough.
It was then that his phone rang…it was Belgium.
Location: Luxemburg City, Luxemburg
Time: 14:26
Date: 16 July 2012
Belgium rushed into her little brother's house as fast as she could not caring about the creaking stair as she climbed to the front porch or the sharp thud that came from the second floor. She rounded the bend and sprinted up the stairs like her brother had done only moments before. She jumped over the body of an intruder with ease and was met with a startling sight. A woman was slumped over by the wall a thick burgundy trail of blood, showing her final path to the ground, a sunflower-shaped pattern blooming on her chest, baton held limply in her lifeless hand. Netherlands wrestled with a man, a gun dropped to the floor and scuttled to the remains of Luxemburg's little hiding place. The boy in question was looking at his sister with wide eyes, lips trembling as tears gently curved down his face. The woman kneeled by her little brother undoing the knots in the rope as Netherland's fight came to an abrupt end. Her brother was by her side in nothing flat helping pull at the knot that bound his little brother, green eyes frantic, hand's shaking with stress and adrenaline.
Belgium pulled away slightly as soon as they finished untying the knots Luxemburg launching himself into Netherland's chest mumbling, finally breaking down as her brother, shocked at first gently returned it, albeit a little awkwardly, but still. Belgium wrapped her arms around both her brothers, burying her face in her little brother's hair comfortingly. She waited for them all to calm down, the initial shock passing that her little brother was almost taken away from her. She found her older brother's stuttering Dutch mumbling to be somewhat comforting, in a strange fashion alien to her.
_Hetalia_
The three managed to make it out of Luxemburg's house, but not after tying up the two surviving criminals with the same rope that bound their little brother and calling the cops and embassies. It was then that Netherland's hand went to his pocket before his eyes widened. He'd left his phone at his house! Groaning slightly he glanced over at his sister who helped his little brother into the taxi. "L-Laura," The blond nation asked catching his sister's attention. She walked over to him a questioning look on her face. "I need to barrow your cell phone." Face palming the Belgian woman handed over her cell phone- an iPhone, something that caused Netherlands to mentally face palm. He would call Denmark, the Dane was probably still sleeping, the least he could do was return the favor and wake him up. 'He won't like the taste of his own medicine…' The Dutch-speaking country thought smugly to him self, quickly dialing his cousin's cell phone number.
"Belgium?" The Dane's confused voice resonated through the line, Netherland suddenly almost didn't want to talk, this was so embarrassing, but he was the Netherlands, he didn't really care.
"It's me." Netherlands answered flatly waiting for Denmark's stifled laughter to die down. "I don't think that this organization is just in the states, Luxemburg was almost taken, I'll tell you more about it later, but you might want to warn everyone else at that meeting about this. Yes I know about the meeting. My sister is Belgium." Netherlands rambled in a flat tone ignoring an indignant 'hey' from Belgium. He was met with a tired sigh from his Danish cousin.
"Yeah, that's what we were worried about when we agreed for that follow-up meeting today. Something tells me this is a world-wide thing." Denmark stated bitterly and promptly hung up. Netherlands looked at his, er, his sister's phone weirdly. It wasn't like the normally cheery, stubborn Dane to sound bitter that was Norway's job. Shrugging it off Netherlands got into the cab, returning his phone to his sister, glancing at a groggy-looking Luxemburg that sat between them.
They needed to go a little ways to the next station for they couldn't go to the nearest one incase some of the people that the others no doubly worked for were probably waiting for them there. It was what made sense. Netherlands didn't like having to pay for a cab and a train ticket, but hey if it kept his little brother out of trouble…
Location: UN Building, New York, U.S.A
Time: 10:45
Date: 16 July 2012
The meeting room was abuzz with the nervous chatter of the news of Norway's stabbing. It was a known fact that one didn't mess with the Nordics. Denmark wasn't surprised when Italy saw him that the nation and his brother cowered behind Spain who didn't look happy to be in Denmark's path. Russia and Finland were glaring vehemently at one another obviously blaming each other for the events that had transpired the past twenty-four hours. Sweden just gave America and England a look and the two stopped bickering instantly England getting that look in his eye, the same look that he used to have when they attacked him as Vikings. Norway would have loved to see that. The thought alone was enough to make Denmark huff in annoyance and shove past Spain who about near fainted when the currently volatile Dane didn't pummel him. Their behavior was a bit amusing to say in the least and as soon as the Nordics- Sealand included for no one had enough courage to tell him he couldn't be there- made it to their seats there was a sickly silence that engulfed the room instantaneously.
Denmark stood before the gathered nations, most solemn faced, others nervous as to what may be in store for them the Nordic's history was legend no one wanted to test the control of the three remaining northern nations. Taking a deep breath Denmark began: "As you know the past twenty-four hours are like nothing that we've experienced before. Before it was our people, our identities, our land, or our ideals that were jeopardized. Now it is us.
"Early yesterday morning three countries went missing. Later that day we held a meeting, nothing was accomplished. Because of the inability to complete such a simple task we were confronted with a blunt taunt. As you know Norway was stabbed in a back alleyway yesterday and today not more then an hour ago in Luxemburg City Luxemburg was almost taken. This may not have been seen as a threat to you before, but it sure as hell is one now." Denmark paused to take a breath before carrying on. "And if any of you have any information on my brothers speak now or I will personally hunt you down myself." The normally cheery Dane finished a malevolent gleam entering his eyes that caused even Sweden to look at his brother curiously. Nations didn't refer to each other as family members in meetings. It kept it more professional. Sure Denmark made it his hobby to pester and torment his two youngest brothers but still it was an unspoken rule that they never crossed… until now. Not to mention that it was unsafe for Denmark to be making th- promises like that. Sweden shook his head slightly as Denmark sat down next to him. Sweden shot the fuming Dane a look out of the corner of his eye. The other nations staring at the Nordics, to afraid to speak, even Germany looked a bit uneasy.
'Wh't 'r' y' d'ng?' Sweden glared.
Denmark met his brother's eyes 'Later.' Sweden got the message. It couldn't be spoken about at the meeting, what ever it was, was too dangerous to speak of around the other countries. Sweden sighed, annoyed with his older brother, many times Denmark's way of doing things would grate on Sweden's nerves. This… was one of those times.
The meeting managed to progress to a point in the road where things were actually getting done the tension gradually slipping off of the Nordics shoulders like water. Though the chances of finding a missing person after the first day dropped down slim to none it looked as though the nations were being targeted. What they needed to know was how and why. And although the meeting was going somewhere the nations were unused to not having Germany yelling at the top of his lungs every few minutes for them to quiet down, most nations were almost scared of stating their own opinion for fear of igniting Sweden's known love of debate. That meant that Switzerland was shooting daggers at Japan every time someone opened their mouths to speak.
_Hetalia_
Denmark paced in the meeting room as everyone scrambled out of it. The Dane watching as Sweden motioned for Sealand to wait outside the meeting room for the countries to finish talking. Of course this was met with Sealand arguing that he was as much a part of the Nordics and everyone else. This was met with a contemplating look on Sweden's part before the nation begrudgingly told the smaller micro-nation to go with his guardian to wait and that he'd tell him later. Denmark found himself, wishing for the good old days when he was like Sealand and this whole kidnapping business wasn't going on. Sweden and Finland turned to the Dane with expecting faces and Denmark couldn't help but grin sheepishly. Scratching the back of his head the blond nation turned to scathing marine and endless brown eyes. It was unnerving to say in the least. Clearing his throat Denmark finally spat out what had been eating at him. "I think that there's a rat." The Dane said in a low voice. This shocked his family.
"A rat? As in a traitor?" Asked Finland in pure disbelief while Sweden crossed his arms but not disagreeing. Score one for Denmark to…twenty-three for Sweden. Though the odds were against him in the long run Denmark was confident that Sweden would hear him out in this argument. The two nations shared a glance and turned their attention back to Denmark.
"Wh't m'k's y' th'nk th't?" Sweden drawled sharp eyes staring down at his older brother, using his height as an advantage. That got a rise out of Denmark who didn't take kindly to the fact that his younger brother was taller than him.
Sputtering the Dane countered, "W-well haven't you wondered why they always seem to be a step ahead of us?"
"'T c'ld b' a c'nc'd'nc'." Sweden countered and Denmark grasped for any thread of hope that he could turn the conversation around.
"But what if it's not a coincidence Sweden?" Finland asked. Denmark mentally sighed at least Finland was on his side. Did he mention that the Fin was his always his favorite brother? "But then again there is always a possibility, I'm sorry what were you saying Denmark?" Okay maybe he'd spoken to soon…
Grumbling Sweden muttered to himself in his language and turned to walk away. "Th's 's p'ntl'ss." He drawled opening the door and walking out on their conversation. Denmark's shoulders slumped slightly. Finland looked back at the Dane sympathetically.
"H-he's just worried about Nor and Ice." Finland stumbled over his words as he hurried out of the conference room. Leaving the older Dane to stare at his back.
"Aren't we all?" The blond nation mumbled to him self the vague thought of going to a bar for a drink crossed his mind until he remembered that American's drank to get drunk. Shivering at the unpleasant thoughts of several dozen Americas drunk in the same room was rather scarring to the Dane. He almost thought of going to see Norway in the hospital but decided against it seeing as that was most likely where Sweden was going to be at that moment and Denmark found that he didn't want to talk to the taller Swede, much less be in the same room with him. Norway may be injured but that made him all the more foul-tempered. That tiny little detail is one of the things that kept Denmark from visiting his brother. That and he didn't think that he could see his brother recovering from a knife wound that he wasn't supposed to have it was supposed to be him that had been stabbed.
Still no Denmark took the incentive to walk back to the hotel alone to his thoughts. Emotions swarming within him. It was his fault. He saw the knife with its strange, alien poison seeping into Norway's blood stream. Denmark shook his head and decided to hail a taxi in the end his stomach flipping. For the second time that day Denmark's phone rang, this time it was Netherlands. "So what exactly happened earlier?" Denmark asked curiosity getting the better of him as he was told in detail the attackers and their identity. However they couldn't get anything out of them for they broke the cyanide tooth in their mouths before they could be questioned. This bothered the Dane, but as he hung up the nation realized that the playing field was now leveled.
Humans can't kill nations.
Location: Westchester County, New York, U.S.A
Time: 13:30
Date: 16 July 2012
Sweden passed irately around his room with Finland and Sealand attempting to get him out of his mood that he'd gotten into after his talk with Denmark. The Dane doing nothing good with his already stressed nerves after Norway was shot. Did Denmark think he didn't care? Sweden resisted the urge to strangle his brother at the thought of it. He could hear Finland and Sealand knocking at his door attempting to get him to come out of his deep thoughts. However that didn't seem to want to work. That was until Sweden could hear Finland gasp in shock, "D-Denmark. Hi." Sweden heard the young Fin squeak. Apparently Denmark wasn't in a good mood either. Sweden smirked, serves that idiot right. The timid knocking at his door turned into harsh banging.
"Sweden, open this damned door now." Denmark hissed. Sweden looked at the door glaring daggers. He really didn't want to talk to his older brother at that moment. But he knew that he had to regardless so the stubborn nation walked to the door and opened it to look down on conflicting blue eyes. The brothers were locked in a silent staring contest with each other murderous looks. Denmark growled, "Look, I know you're worried about Nor-"
"It's not N'rw'y I'm w'rr'd 'b't." Sweden spat in a rare show of emotion, catching Denmark off guard. The taller Swede took a deep breath eyes locking on Sealand who stood across the hallway with Finland. "'F y' f'l'd t' r'm'mb'r Ic'l'nd's m'ss'ng t'." The Swedish nation stood his ground, slamming the door in his brother's face not missing the shocked expression. Sweden then went back to pacing, Finland and Sealand not daring to bother him. The Nordic country couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph as he heard Denmark's door slam from across the hall. Shaking his head Sweden knew he was being selfish for tormenting Denmark to bring his brother to the same feeling's he was but he couldn't help it. A coincidence? Unlikely, there was no way that he was going to let himself get his hopes up for nothing he wanted to see his little brother again, yes, but he was going to be realistic about it in the process.
Location: Unknown
Time: Unknown
Date: Unknown
A shapeless figure slunk through the hallways of an old building. The floorboards creaked with age, dust and debris danced in the air about them as they came upon a room. This room was unlike any of the others in this house of horrors. The sickening foul odor of death, decay, and evil saturating the air until there was nothing left to breath without burning one's lungs in the process. In the center of the room was an old operating table it's form shifting like water as it looked down on the living body before it.
A syringe pumped green syrup-like liquid into the being. The human screamed in agony as the poison moved it's way through his body. It had been working for several hours. The poison dripped into the adolescent's blood stream, fever raging throughout as pain receptors were maxed out mind having long since been broken. The green liquid was dissolving his veins, skin and muscle in his right arm until nothing remained but the dripping frame of an arm. Before the entity lay the body of a human only moment's ago alive. It grinned. This was an ordinary human. Its prey had much different reactions to this type of toxin but it still lead to death. It seemed to know that it was being watched. Chipped black teeth looked behind it to see a small fairy. The magical creature looked discussed at the fact she had to be in such a place but that didn't stop the creature. "WhAt…Is…It?" Its voice sounding like water as it held a decayed hand out, bits of flesh falling from it in sickening ooze-y slime that pooled at its feet.
Gasping the fairy reluctantly flew over to the being and fearfully whispered to it her message. It grinned once more showing the maggots that nestled in its gums. She tried to shriek before she was ruthlessly crushed. The fairy's wings were torn from her body and then they were thrown into a cage a roar of delight at the treat echoing throughout the chamber. "So…SaD…ThEy…WiLl…DiE…" it hissed.
Location: Hospital For Special Surgery, Westchester County, New York, USA
Time: 1:00
Date: July 17 2012
Norway's eyes flew open in a state of panic. He was breathing hard and there was this annoying beeping sound by his right ear that was sounding way to fast. He grimaced. It hurt to breath. The Nordic nation felt along his side to find his entire torso bandaged. The stab wound. If he'd been stabbed then… once more the blond grimaced. He was in a hospital. He hated hospitals everything about them grated on his nerves. Especially that insistent beeping! It was also around that time the nation found he had an oxygen mask on as well. The nation looked ahead with a deadpan expression. As soon as he could get out of the stupid building Norway would send the person who did this to him to the morgue. Now if only he could remember their face…
I don't know about you guys but I think Norway want's to harm me…I don't know what could have made me think that *shrugs*
Norway: You kidnapped my little brother, turned me into a test subject for your poison, and then placed me in a hospital.
Oh… now I know welp be a good nation Norway and say happy New Year to all the lovely people out there!
Denmark: Your right Nor, this girl is crazy! She made me mentally unstable! That's impossible!
Just say 'happy new year' Nor!
Norway: *grumbles whilst glaring at authoress* Happy New Year.