Finally done!

I hope you don't get mad at me for this, but my original idea for this next chapter suddenly blanked out on me, and I had to come up with something else.

Dear readers, I hope you accept my sincere apologies.

Chapter 6

Three out of five nordics bolted up the stairs like they'd never ran before.

"Tino! Where are you?" Iceland pushed open the door to Tino's room, but no one was there.

"Where could he be?" Everyone started breaking into a cold sweat.

Then, from what seemed like the end of the wall, came a small gasping sound.

"T'no!" Before anyone could blink, Berwald was in Norway's room.

There, they found the Finn slumped against the wall, rubbing his neck.

"T'no, y'u 'll r'ght?" He asked worriedly, kneeling down.

*cough* "Not exactly..."

"Hm?"

"As soon as I came into this room..."

"Yes?" The three nordics pressured.

"...there were two thick arms around my neck, l-like someone was trying to strangle me."

They were all quickly silenced by those words.

Finally, Iceland spoke. "How did this happen?"

"Oh, I don't know. Unless there's some sort of presence in our home, there isn't anything I can say..." Tino could feel the wetness in his eyes.

Seeing this, Berwald pulled Tino closer to him. "'t's 'lr'ght. W'll h've t' b' c'ref'l fr'm n'w 'n, th'ugh." (It's alright. We'll have to be careful from now on, though")

Tino could only nod. Something was tugging at the string of uneasiness in his heart, but he didn't want to think about it.

"Now, was it really that bad?" Germany asked monotonously as a terrified Veneziano clung to his arm.

"You should have been there, Ludwig! There were things moving around and...and..."

"It was scary as hell, potato bastard! Where were you when you're actually useful?"

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that." He shook his head and walked on to the Italies' house.

"Oh, shit." Romano whispered, forgetting about his anger towards Ludwig.

The house was almost completely wrecked- the windows broken, the walls cracked, and the door busted.

The three stood near the once magnificent house, completely speechless. Veneziano felt the tears coming to his eyes.

"It'll be okay, Feli...it'll take some time, but I'll be able to remodel it."

Instead of answering, the younger Italian backed away slowly and broke into a rapid sprint.

"Feliciano! Come back!" Germany tried to go after him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Any other country who saw him would have thought he was in retreat again. However, he had something else on his mind.

If anyone was going to help him, he thought, it would be the only other witness of the horrific events of yesterday.

The nordics were still upstairs when the doorbell rang.

Almost immediately, the door was answered by Denmark.

"Feliciano!" He cried as he was tackled by the Italian.

"Where's Norway, Denmark? I need him with me right now!"

"Whoa, chill, Italy. He's at Arthur's place right now, so if you need him you should run over there..."

"Then let's go!" He grabbed Denmark's arm and dragged him along.

"Wait, why am I going? Do I really have to? Well then again, I'll get to see my dear Norge..."

The other three watched as the two disappeared off into the distance.

"This day keeps getting weirder and weirder." Mumbled Iceland.

"...and since that fateful day, we gradually drifted apart, and didn't see each other until many years later." England finished

Norway nodded to show he understood.

"I get what you mean. Denmark and I were once like a commonwealth...until, well, that happened. I'd tell you what it was, but I think it's best if I keep silent."

"Nooorrrggggeeeeeee!"

Norway winced. "Did Denmark just call my name, or am I hallucinating again?" He put his palm on his face.

"England, Norway!" Came a familiar Italian voice. "Open up, it's me and Denmark!"

"Come on in, guys. The door is unlocked."

"England!" Veneziano jumped into England's arms, shaking like a puppy.

"Norge! This is an emergency!"

"This better be good, Denmark."

"Actually, I don't really know. Ask Feliciano."

"I-it was terrible! My fratello and I were at home, then stuff started moving and we had to run to Germany's and-and-!"

Norway put his hand on Italy's shoulder. "Calm down, Feliciano. You don't have to talk that fast."

"And then," There was a pause, "We found our house all broken down."

"Oh, my." England said quietly, "This really is an emergency. What can we do about it?"

"Well, I'm here to discuss it with Norway, since he'd probably understand."

"All right. What about you, Denmark?"

"Uh, I just wanted to see Norge."

Norway sighed and shook his head. "Italy, what do want to discuss with me?"

"You do remember what happened yesterday, right?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I think they came to me for revenge?"

"They?" Norway asked, seemingly confused. But deep down, he had a good idea of who "they" were, due to the events of last night.

"Yeah. But I don't have any idea of who we're dealing with here."

"Neither do I. But we can't take too long, otherwise it...might be too late to help anyone else."

"Get home safe, guys!" England waved to them from his front porch.

"Veee~ bye, amici!" Italy said before skipping away.

Denmark happily returned the goodbye, before turning to Norway.

"All right, Norge, let's...Norge? Hey, Norge?"

He walked over to Norway, who was leaning against a tree with his eyes shut.

"Norge?" He tried to touch him, only to be stopped by the other's hand.

"Don't. Come any closer."

"Norge, are you okay?"

At first, all they heard was the sound of the breeze. Finally, Norway's response came.

"I...don't feel so good."

To make up for my extreme delay, the next chapter will be up soon, since I won't be too busy this week.

See you then!

-Blue Cotinga Girl