Ahh, procrastination. It sucks.

Iceland: I don't get you.

It's keeping me from writing enough this week! This world needs less distraction and Maths homework. -.- Anyway, welcome back to HetaOni NB8! Iceland, reviews please.

Iceland: We have three reviews from our two very loyal readers.
To The Secret Trio, I'm glad you still like the story. Recollections are quite hard to put into words.
To TotallyRandomAuthor, I'm rather surprised you found Estonia funny. When Lithuania told us about that part all I could think of was how annoying Estonia would have been if I was there... As for the wifi, Finland says he has his own secret emergency network but I'm not so sure.
To AmericanFairy, I can only say... Probably. Not in the near future, but probably.

It'll be so cool if Estonia did have one~ He did create Skype after all so who says that's impossible? Anyway, let's get on with the story. I bet everyone wants to see what happened to the Prussia Event!

Three unsuccessful attempts on the second floor later, Lithuania finally found a door where the bedroom key fitted. Hopefully, the bedroom wouldn't lead into another dead end. Taking the key out behind him, he entered the room.

A tiny voice in the back of his head told him to lock the door. He agreed with it, twisting the key in its lock with a satisfying click.

The room wasn't very impressive. All it had was a polished wooden floor, a few half-empty bookshelves, a large table and two small beds sandwiching an even smaller table. Just like the rest of the house so far, the place was immaculate. Apparently, the Thing took up cleaning the house as a hobby in between trying to kill him.

Speaking of things...

Something moved in between the beds.

A sliver of gold hovered in the narrow space in front of the bedside table. Curious, Lithuania crept over to the beds to check it out.

"H-hello?"

"WAAAAAH! GO AWAY!"

A tie-dyed handbag, sorry, man satchel flew in his face. He dropped his sword and caught it just as a person sprang out of the tiny space, screaming his head off.

"I'm, like, totally too young to die! Leave me alone!"

Lithuania tossed the bag aside. "Poland?"

The screeching Polish instantly shut up. "Liet?"

"Poland! What on Earth are you doing in h-"

"LIET!" Poland attacked his friend with a tackle hug. "There was, like, this totally scary monster! It was so ugly and unfabulous and grey-"

"Poland... you're... choking... me..." Lithuania gagged.

"Oh." Poland dropped him on the floor like a sack of flour. "You, like, believe me, right?"

Lithuania stopped to catch his breath. "Taip, I saw it too..."

"It was HUUUUUUUUUGE!" Poland waved his arms around dramatically. "After you sorta left us for dead ("I'm pretty sure that's not what happened," Lithuania muttered indignantly), this ugly thing came out of like nowhere and attacked us!" He made a weird, strangled roaring sound and stomped around the bedroom. "We kind of split up and I, like, somehow ended up in this totally unfabulous room. It needs more pink in it-"

"POLAND." Lithuania interrupted his overly dramatic recollection-cum-rant. "Have you seen Latvia?"

"That guy? I, um... haven't."

Latvia was still missing in action. Lithuania tensed. The little guy was the weakest one among the three Baltics; he wouldn't stand a chance against the Thing. If he ran into it-

"Hey, Liet."

"What?"

"Something's, like, coming!"

"What?!"

The moment they stopped talking altogether, they heard it.

Boom.

Gradually, the footsteps in the corridor grew louder, subtly shaking the bedroom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

"Liet, I'm scared..." Poland buried his face in Lithuania's back, who promptly drew his sword.

The footsteps stopped outside the door.

Clack.

Poland squealed in terror.

Clackclackclackclack.

"Oh-my-God-please-like-go-away-and-like-leave-us-alone-right-now-"

"Shut up!"

Finally, silence. Lithuania waited for a few more moments, glad that he had locked the door. Heaven only knew what might have happened if he didn't.

"Is it gone?" Poland whispered, peeking out from behind his friend's back.

Lithuania gave him an irritated look. "Po, get off my back!" he said, brushing Poland's hands off his shoulders. Carefully placing his sword on the floor, he tiptoed to the door and tried to listen for the slightest noise on the other side. He was rewarded by silence.

"I think it's gone," he sighed. "I think."

Poland brushed imaginary dust off his clothes and snatched up his handb- er, man satchel. "Okay, that was, like, totally scary, but can we go now? I don't like this boring room..."

"Yes Poland, we may leave now." Lithuania returned his sword to his hand. "But I say we should be careful. That Thing might still be roaming around this floor. I've already found Estonia; he's safely hidden behind some iron door in another room. I've left him some weapons I stole downstairs and we'll see if we can get you something better than that... handbag."

"But I like my bag." Poland pouted.

"Poland, you can't use a handbag to fight the Thing! Oh, what am I thinking... Let's just go already."

"Yes~" Poland dashed over to the door. "Let's, like, get out of here and-"

The Thing was waiting outside.

Poland screamed, instinctively swinging his bag forward. It smacked the Thing in the face, causing it to stumble backwards. "GO AWAY!" he screeched, repeatedly whacking it with his handbag (A.N. I'm just going to call it a handbag now).

"Poland!" Lithuania cried out. Armed with the obviously better weapon, he stabbed the Thing's vast forehead, forcing it to recoil, before pulling Poland to one side. "What do you thing you're doing?!" he questioned, "I told you the bag won't do anything!"

"Liet, it totally did," Poland shook his handbag, "Like, it's sorta like a mace with no stick attached!" To prove his point, he swung the bag and hit the Thing in the face a few more times, yelling, "Die!" every time he made contact.

"Poland! This isn't the time for fighting!" Lithuania pointed out, pushing his friend away while the Thing was still dazed from the sudden Handbag Assault. "We've got to get out of here right now!"

Poland took one look at the Thing, which was glaring at him with evil- no, menacing jet-back eyes.

"I totally agree with you," he decided, tightening his grip on his handbag as the two turned tail and sped down the corridor.

"Here!" Lithuania panted, throwing Estonia's room door open. Somehow or other, they had ended up outside that particular room and it was pretty much a take-it-or-die situation anyway. Both nations bolted inside and slammed the door shut.

From behind the curtain- no wait, it was an iron door now- Lithuania could hear a yelp of surprise.

"W-who's... t-there?" Estonia's frightened voice trembled harder than it should be able to.

"Estonia!" Lithuania walked over to the door. "It's Lithuania. I found Poland!"

"Like, hello." Poland waved, not bothering with the fact that an iron door wasn't transparent. "Nice door."

Estonia sounded like he was choking on something for a moment. "What?! You found someone?"

"Taip, do you have a problem with that?" Lithuania hammered once on the metal with his fist. "Estonia, we agreed that you'd come out and help that mochi in the attic if I found either Poland or Latvia-"

"And I'm, like, right here," Poland interrupted.

"Poland! Anyway, I've found one of them so will you please come out now?"

Estonia sighed. "Fine. I'll come out. I'm about done in here anyway."

There was a sound of metal scraping against metal before the iron door swung open. The bespectacled Baltic stepped out, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light of the larger room.

"Now," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice, "take me to the mochi."

Iceland: ...was the Heroes of Olympus reference necessary?

What? Tied-dyed man satchels are cool. :I

Iceland: And the third fight scene?

How does one have a fight scene armed with a handbag?

Iceland: I don't understand you at all...

You're not even trying. Poland was unarmed and I had to give him something! Anywho, that's all we have for now! See you next chapter!

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