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A/N: Hey, everyone!
Today has been disgustingly hot here in Minnesota. And we're fending off the zombies as best as we can. We're starting to get worried, we haven't heard anything from the rest of the world? Is anyone still out there? We're coming, Dala! Naru and I just have to figure out how to use the TARDIS.
Enjoy! Please review!
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Poland lay on her stomach, her feet kicking the couch cushions as she stared out the window pouting. She'd been having nightmares every night so far and had been unable to get any decent sleep. As a result, she was irritable and driving every nation in the house up the wall. Except for Turkey, who was absolutely positive she was actually France. Nothing the captured nations did or said could change his mind. Poland watched as her younger brother entered the room, scowling while her eyes followed him. Slovakia dropped onto a couch, his head falling into his hands.
"It's, like, been a week," Poland complained. "Why doesn't that draniu, like, let us go already?"
"Power," Slovakia mumbled before falling backward. He looked like a distressed younger brother needing comforting.
Poland was silent for a moment before continuing. "He could at least, like, let the rest of the girls and France and Romania out," she said.
Romania had somehow wound up on the girls' level. They didn't mind him, he had interesting stories to tell. Granted, Czech was shooed out of the room when he began speaking. The only nation who minded him was Bulgaria, who woke up screaming every morning when she was greeted with red eyes and fangs. No one knew how Romania kept sneaking into Bulgaria's bed like that, only that he was quite the alarm clock.
"Portugal thinks Turkey's trying to keep everyone from loving each other," Slovakia said quietly.
"Love?" Poland snorted. "There's no one to love in this house."
"What about those Nordic bastardi?" Slovakia asked, throwing one arm over his eyes.
"The Nordic Wolves?" Poland glanced at her brother. "I heard Norway totally managed to curse Denmark through the gate. And that Finland, like, won't change back into a nation."
"Hm." Slovakia was still for a minute before suddenly bolting upright. "I can't take this!"
"Can't, like, take what?" Poland propped her chin in one hand. She thought for a moment before bursting into a fit of giggles.
"What are you laughing at?" Slovakia asked, distressed. "I'm being very serious here."
"I just, like, noticed something," Poland gasped through her giggles. "I'm a girl!"
"Yes, and I'm a boy," Slovakia snapped. "And Czech is trapped once more and there is no way I can help her escape."
"Just think of it," Poland said dreamily.
"Think of what?" Slovakia practically whined.
"Like, all the boys who are totally going to chase me!" Poland squealed. "They'll, like, never leave me alone!"
Slovakia stared at his sister in disbelief before falling back. "Why?"
"Because I'm totally a girl," Poland snapped, rolling her eyes. "In case you hadn't totally noticed, there, like, aren't that many of us. All the guys are going to, like, fight over me."
"I meant, why did I get stuck with a dumb blond for a brother?" Slovakia corrected himself.
"In case you hadn't, like, noticed," Poland pointed out. "I'm your sister."
"I don't care!" Slovakia said. "I already have one."
"Okay." Poland sat up, crossing her arms. "So you, like, don't care if I break away from you two and adopt Russian? Then I could totally become Mini Russia."
Slovakia suddenly bolted upright. "You are not doing that!"
"Like, why not?" Poland quirked an eyebrow. "It's not like you would care. You totally didn't when I was partitioned, like, three times."
"I don't like Russia," Slovakia said through gritted teeth. "And neither do you."
"Rannyaya ptashka poluchayet chervya, (The early bird gets the worm,)" Poland said with a shrug. "So I guess Russia won!"
"You are not becoming part of Russia!" Slovakia stood, crossing his arms. "I forbid it."
"You're, like, my little brother," Poland pointed out. "Why should you totally get a say in it?"
"Because I am blood." Slovakia stormed up to his sister. "And you have never made smart decisions."
"When have I, like, made bad decisions?" Poland stood, glaring up into her brother's eyes. "What about Liet?"
"That only got you into trouble with Prussia," Slovakia growled.
"Well, it's not like you can tell me what to do," Poland said. "I'm totally bigger than you! And I'll, like, make Warsaw your capital!"
"I'm your brother," Slovakia snapped. "And you're my sister!"
"So?" Poland drew the word out, planting her hands on her hips.
Slovakia looked away, blushing. "You need protection."
"I what?" Poland screeched loudly.
"You are my sister, just like Czech," Slovakia said. "You need protection."
"I do not!" Poland huffed. "I can, like, take care of myself!"
"No you can't," Slovakia growled.
"And why is that?" Poland snapped.
"Because you are my sister!" Slovakia roared, as though that explained everything.
"That totally doesn't matter!" Poland shouted back. "I've been fine on my own for the last one thousand years!" Slovakia just growled and turned to storm out of the room. "Like, don't bother," Poland snapped as she pushed past him. "I'll leave, it's not like I need your help anyway. Poka-poka! (Bye bye!)" She wriggled her fingers over her shoulder in a farewell gesture.
"Poland!" Slovakia charged at his sister.
"Huh?" Poland glanced over her shoulder. "O, cholera!"
"Do not speak Russian!" Slovakia chased Poland out of the room and through the halls.
"Like, leave me alone!" Poland tore down a hallway, shouting Russian curse words back at her brother.
"Get back here!" The siblings raced past a gate where Italy watched them, amused. Poland dashed into a closet, shutting the door behind herself tightly and leaning against it.
"Ublyudok, (Bastard,)" she muttered under her breath.
Slovakia pounded on the closet door. "Get out of there!"
"Like, net!" Poland snapped back, purposefully speaking Russian to annoy her brother.
"Bu lanet kapıyı aç! (Open this damn door!)" Slovakia suddenly stopped banging on the door. "Did I just speak Turkish?" he asked in disbelief.
Poland cracked the door open and peeked out. "You what?" she asked in shock, her eyes wide. "Cholera!" She quickly tried to shut the door but Slovakia shoved his foot it, blocking it.
"Kes şunu. (Knock it off.)" Dammit!"
"Like, leave me alone!" Poland snapped as she repeatedly tried to shut the door, slamming it into Slovakia's foot. "Kahrestin!"
"Ouch! Kes şunu." Slovakia ripped the door open. Poland 'eeped' and looked up at her taller brother. "That hurt." Slovakia crossed his arms.
"So?" Poland crossed her arms and scowled at Slovakia. "What are you, like, going to do about it?" Slovakia bent down and folded his sister over his shoulder, straightening up once more. "Hey!" Poland pounded her fists on her brother's back. "Like, put me down!"
"Hayır, I am taking you somewhere I can keep an eye on you." Slovakia continued down the hall, ignoring his sister's struggling.
O.o o.O
Norway watched, bored, as Finland chewed on a table leg she'd managed to rip off a coffee table. The girls' floor was slowly beginning to resemble a warzone, courtesy of the wolf-nation. Finland looked up from her chew toy, panting happily as she studied Norway.
"Grow up, Finland," Norway sighed. "You're not a dog." She looked up when England suddenly stormed into the room. The winged nation fell into a chair, huffed, and crossed her arms. Her white wings fanned in annoyance.
"Is something wrong?" Norway asked, actually interested in a topic of conversation. Finland stood, picked up her stick, and trotted over to England, Laying down at the nation's feet, she resumed her chewing.
"It's the bloody Frog," England huffed, watching Finland coldly. Finland looked up and whined, her ears flat against her head.
"What did he do this time?" Norway reached down to absentmindedly scratch her friend behind the ears. Finland tilted her head back, eyes closed in pleasure.
"I don't even know where to begin," England snapped. "Yesterday he cooked a fancy lunch for me. Last night he offered to massage my wings and brush them. And today he woke me up with breakfast in bed." Norway's eyebrows rose in surprise but she offered no comment. Finland cocked her head at the two friends. "What is wrong with that pervert?" England leaned down and grabbed the table leg. Finland snapped quickly, grabbing the wood and growling as she pulled on it.
"Maybe nothing's wrong with him," Norway offered.
"Are you saying there's something wrong with me?" England grabbed the stick again. This time she sent a jolt through Finland when the wolf jumped for it. Finland yelped and leapt back, eyeing the table leg with distaste.
"No," Norway said casually. "Perhaps France likes you."
"That is bloody ridiculous," England snorted, tapping the table leg against the couch. "You're just trying to get me back for telling you about Korea."
"Maybe." Norway grabbed the table leg and walked to the stairs. Finland followed eagerly. It quickly turned to shock when Norway threw the stick down the stairs and out the gate. Finland sat down in shock, staring down the stairs with a dumbfounded expression. "Maybe not." Norway sat back down beside England.
England watched Norway for a moment before laughing. "That's why I've always liked you, Norway," she said. "You never give straight answers."
Spain stopped and looked down at the random table leg in the middle of the hallway. Finland bound down the stairs, tail wagging as she stopped at the gate. Her tongue lolled as she leapt up at the gate excitedly.
"Hola, chica," Spain laughed. He picked up the piece of wood. "Is this yours?" Finland rested her forepaws on the gate, giving a strangled bark.
"Do you really think he likes me, though?" England asked worriedly. "We've always fought. It could just be a joke he's playing on me."
"France has played plenty of pranks on you," Norway agreed. "Does this seem like one of them?"
England bit her lip, thinking. Her wings ruffled slightly. "Not really."
"So, what are you going to do?" Norway leaned back and crossed her arms. "We could curse him."
"Only if we can curse Korea too," England said. "Then I won't feel so bad if he actually does like me."
Spain pushed the table leg through the gate. Finland grabbed an end, tugging on it and growling playfully.
"Of course we can curse Korea," Norway said. "What do you think we should do?"
"Hm." England rolled over onto her stomach. "We can't turn France into a girl, that's against the laws. What if . . . every time he talks he can only speak the truth?" She suddenly sat up.
"Well," Norway sighed. "That doesn't sound like much fun, but we can do it."
"Fine," England huffed. "What do you want to do to Korea?"
"Um." Norway rested her chin in her hand, trying to think of a curse.
Spain began to paly tug of war with the stick. Finland leapt forward, snapping at the wood. She yelped when her nose hit the bars. Sitting back and whining, her ears flattened against her head.
"Ay! Lo siento, chica." Spain pushed the leg through the bars. "Here, have this."
"Well?" England asked.
"I say we kill him," Norway finally said.
England's eyes widened and her mouth fell open in shock. "You what?" she finally squeaked.
"We kill him," Norway repeated.
"That's against the laws," England squeaked. "We can't do that. Besides, his nation would fall."
Norway huffed and crossed her arms. "Fine then, let's make him trip every time he tries to walk."
"Fair enough." England shrugged. "When do you want to curse them?"
Finland grabbed the stick happily and trotted up the stairs to show off her prize.
"Later," Norway sighed. "When we can get Korea at the gates and they're not expecting it."
"Alright." England nodded. "I'll meet you down there at eight. Very nice, Finland," she said to the wolf.
"What?" Norway turned to look at the smallest Nordic Wolf. "Who the hell gave that back to her?" Finland dropped the stick, panting as she wagged her tail.
O.o o.O
Turkey scowled, muttering Turkish curses as he opened the door. Once again, the nations had been locked away in rooms. With the exception of Korea, who was currently bound to a chair and gagged to keep him from causing any trouble. Turkey glared down at the boy standing before him. It was a teenager with England's green eyes and blonde hair but America's stature and glasses.
"What the hell do ya want?" Turkey snapped, crossing his arms.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," the state said in a British accent. He offered a hand. "I'm Delaware, the first of the United States of America."
Turkey glared at the hand then turned away. "What are ya doin' here?" he growled as he headed down the hallway.
"I just came for a chat," Delaware said. He followed Turkey at a respectful distance. He kept his hands clasped behind him and his eyes fixed on Turkey's back. "It's not every day I get to see a nation."
"Yer pretty small fer a state," Turkey spat back.
"I am one of the smallest," Delaware agreed, not taking the bait. Turkey only grunted and fell onto a couch, cursing when his elbow hit the table with a loud thunk. Delaware sat across from Turkey, crossing his legs and folding his hands on his knee. Turkey watched the American state silently, his cheek resting on a fist.
"Alright," Delaware sighed after a moment. "I suppose I should tell you the real reason why I'm here."
"And why is that?" Turkey asked.
Delaware cleared his throat and fixed his tie. "The other nations believe you have kidnapped several nations to form yourself an empire," he said. "Many of them think they should declare war and stop you before it goes too far."
"Let them come," Turkey snapped, straightening up. "I can take them."
Delaware raised a hand peacefully. "Others want to deal with this peacefully," he continued. "They do not want a repeat of World War Three." He cleared his throat, remembering the pain he himself had gone through.
"What about World War Three?" Turkey asked coldly.
"Dad and Uncle Canada were destroyed," Delaware said calmly. "They don't want something like that to happen again."
"Ya mean," Turkey clarified. "That ya think some of them may destroy me entirely."
Delaware hesitated before nodding. "Yes. That's where I come in."
"Like I said." Turkey shrugged. "I can take them.
"I'm sure you can." Delaware nodded. "You're quite a formidable country."
"Yer just tryin' ta suck up ta me," Turkey commented dryly.
"Now why would I be doing that?" Delaware asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"Ya certainly seem like it," Turkey said. Delaware rested his chin in one hand, studying Turkey with emerald eyes. Finally, he fished in his shirt for a silver chain.
"I thought it might be a good idea to bring this," the state said.
"What is it?" Turkey leaned forward with interest and held his hand out. Delaware took the necklace from around his neck and dropped it in Turkey's palm. It was a silver coin embedded with a crystal.
"Each state has this," Delaware said. "Several years ago, we were all breaking promises to each other. So Minnesota and Massachusetts made us each a necklace. They keep us from breaking promises."
"Really?" Turkey flipped the coin over as he studied it. "So yer goin' ta try ta use magic ta convince me?"
"No." Delaware held his hand out. Turkey returned the coin to its owner before leaning back.
"What's goin' ta stop me from takin' ya prisoner?" he asked.
"I am neutral." Delaware pulled the necklace back over his head. "I have no value to you. The reason why I told you about this necklace is this, I promise that whatever is said in this house will not be repeated to the other nations."
Turkey barked out a laugh. "So ya came here ta talk?"
"Why else would I have come?" Delaware shrugged.
"So." Turkey crossed his arms. "What do ya want ta talk about?"
Delaware leaned forward, serious. "Did you kidnap the other nations?" he asked. Turkey was silent, his eyes closing and his head falling back as he breathed deeply. "You don't believe me." Delaware leaned back. "Try me."
"I didn't kidnap them," Turkey finally said. "I conquered them."
Delaware quirked an eyebrow. "Alright, and what have you done with the nations?" he asked. "I don't see them around."
"Maybe I don't want ya ta see them," Turkey snapped.
"Fair enough." Delaware raised his hand in a peaceful gesture. "I was just wondering. Are they safe? Unharmed?"
"They're fine," Turkey snarled.
"That's good." Delaware folded his hands on his knee again. "And how are you?" he asked.
"What?" Turkey blinked in surprise at the question.
"How are you?" Delaware repeated. "I'm sure being an empire can take a lot out of a nation."
"I'm fine," Turkey said threateningly.
"That's good." Delaware nodded. He kept his eyes glued on Turkey. "Have the nations been giving you trouble?" Turkey remained silent, glaring at the American state. Delaware gave him a smile. "I suppose they are. Who would want to be a prisoner?"
Turkey scowled as he suddenly stood, leaving the room. Delaware remained in his seat. He watched the doorway intently. Turkey returned dragging Poland after him by the arm. The nation cursed madly, yanking against her captor.
"See?" Turkey snapped when he stopped before Delaware. "France."
"Um . . ." Delaware blinked at Poland. "Is that France?" he asked. "I've only ever seen photos of him."
"I'm, like, not France!" Poland snapped as she yanked on her arm. "I'm Poland."
"Shut up, France." Turkey gave the smaller nation a shake.
"But . . . Poland is male." Delaware frowned in confusion. "Or did Dad lie to us?"
"It's his fault," Poland screeched.
"How do ya know I changed Poland?" Turkey asked Delaware suspiciously. "Ya haven't even met him."
"No, but Dad told us about every nation," Delaware explained. "He warned us about everyone."
"And what did he say?" Turkey quirked an eyebrow. Poland yanked on her arm again.
Delaware cleared his throat. "Well, he said England likes his tea very much and not to tease him about the revolution. Japan has a rather large space bubble. And . . . we're not allowed to sing Gay or European around Sweden. Or at all, for that matter."
Poland froze before breaking out in laughter. "Like, no way!" she wheezed. "He's gay and European!"
"Shut up, France," Turkey snapped.
"Turkey, if I recall correctly," Delaware said. "France has blue eyes. Poland has green."
"What the hell do ya think yer sayin'?" Turkey glared at Delaware.
"This young miss has green eyes," Delaware pointed out. "She is most definitely not France." Turkey grabbed Poland's chin, yaking her head up to inspect her eyes. He squinted as he struggled to see them.
"I see blue," he finally said.
"Alright." Delaware checked his watch. "I need to be going anyway." The other nations had said if he wasn't out within an hour they were coming in for him. Otherwise the whole world would suddenly fall into the Empire of the United States of America. And no one wanted that.
Turkey watched Delaware carefully, following him as the state walked down the hallway. Delaware opened the front door. He looked over his shoulder one last time.
"I will be returning shortly for another visit." He shut the door after himself. Turkey watched the door before finally turning away from it.
"He sounds like a shrink."
O.o o.O
Denmark paused at the gate, peering in when he spotted Italy sitting at the bottom of the stairs. It was the first time he got a good look at the female nation. She was small with shoulder-length auburn hair and sparkling amber eyes. Denmark squatted down to be level with her.
"Hey." Denmark grabbed a bar and shook it gently. "What are ya doing down here?"
Italy jumped in surprise, almost falling over. "Oh, ciao," she said. "I got bored, so I thought I might wait down here to see if Germany walked past."
"Germany's reading right now," Denmark offered. "I think he's really into it."
"Oh, okay," Italy sighed. "I'm just so bored. And I miss hugging Germany liked I used to."
"Ya want a hug?" Denmark asked, cocking his head.
"Sì, hugs make everything better." Italy smiled widely. Her curl bounced happily.
"Alright then, come here." Denmark reached through the bars for Italy.
"Really?" Italy hopped up excitedly.
"Sure." Denmark shrugged. "I like hugs as much as the next guy."
"Okay!" Italy moved into the Nordic nation's arms as best as she could. "Germany doesn't like hugs."
"Neither does Sweden," Denmark said, wrapping his arms around Italy. "Or Norway, or Iceland. Finland does, but then Sweden gets mad when I hug him, er, her."
"Romano hates it when I hug him." Italy relaxed in Denmark's arms. "He always gets mad when I try to do hug therapy."
"Hug therapy?" Denmark repeated then broke out in a smile. "I should try that on Sweden!"
"Sì! Maybe he will smile more then," Italy sighed happily. "I wonder what's going to happen."
"We're going ta stay here fer a few decades," Denmark sighed. "Or centuries, if Turkey's that strong."
"Cosa?" Italy jumped in surprise. "But I don't want to stay here for that long! I want to see Romano and Seychelles get married. And I want to make pasta with Minnesota and pizza with Massachusetts."
"That's just it," Denmark said. "When we get tired of staying here, we'll fight. Some of us might lose, the others will probably win. That's how empires work." He trailed off, his eyes fading to a dull blue. Italy frowned sadly. She suddenly leaned up and kissed Denmark on the cheek.
"What?" Denmark reached up and touched his cheek. "What was that for?"
"You looked like you were said," Italy said happily. "And I thought a kiss might cheer you up."
Denmark grinned as he reached back through the bars. His hand found a home on the back of Italy's head. Italy blinked in surprise as the action. Denmark pulled the smaller nation forward, kissing her gently on the lips. Italy blinked again before suddenly dragging Denmark into a deeper kiss. Several girls, when Italy had been male, had learned when you gave the nation an inch she'd take a mile. Denmark let out a strangled squeak of surprise but didn't argue.
There were footsteps and a furious shriek.
"Bastardo!" Portugal stormed down the steps, grabbing her younger sister. "Ela é inocente, seu bastardo! Não se atreva a tocá-seu! (She's innocent, you bastard! Don't you dare touch her!)"
Ma, sorella, (But, big sister,)" Italy whined.
"Mas nada, (But nothing,)" Portugal snapped as she began to drag Italy back up the stairs. "Eu não vou ter sua inocência tirado de você! (I will not have your innocence taken from you!)"
"Hermana mayor?" Spain appeared beside Denmark. "What's going on?"
Denmark stood when Portugal disappeared around the corner. "Yer sister doesn't want me ta see Italy."
"Italy?" Spain cocked his head. "What were you doing with mi hermana pequeña?"
"Talking." Denmark shrugged then grinned widely. "And kissing."
"¿Qué?" Spain jumped back in surprise. "Why were you kissing Italy?"
"What's wrong with kissing Italy?" Denmark asked, confused.
"She's innocent," Spain argued. "And besides, Italy is too good for you."
"She's what?" Denmark choked. "What is with ya two and innocence?"
Spain mouthed wordlessly for a few moments before speaking. "Just stay away from her," he said. "I forbid you to talk to her again."
Denmark grabbed the smaller nation by the throat and slammed him against the wall. "Would like ta know something, Tybalt?" he asked with a snide voice.
"¿Qué?" Spain scrabbled at Denmark's hand, choking slightly.
"Now that I can't have her." Denmark leaned close to whisper in Spain's ear. "I want her."
"No!" Spain struggled wildly. "You can't have her!"
"Too bad." Denmark released Spain and strode down the hallway. "Yer going ta have ta do better than that."
Spain rubbed his throat, glaring after Denmark. 'I better tell France and Romania to take care of Italy.'
Norway glanced down the stairs, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. She turned her head to look at France. "So," she said. "What are you going to do, oh wise nation of love?"
"Hm." France scratched his chin. "I believe I am going to sit back and watch yet another rendition of Romeo and Juliet. Be a dear a play the nurse. Ta-ta." He wandered off with a wave of his hand.
"The nurse?" Norway straightened up. "What the hell does the nurse do?"
"She helps Romeo and Juliet get together." England poked her head out from another stairwell. "Honestly, haven't you read the play?"
"Maybe a few centuries ago," Norway snapped then sighed. "Great. Would someone get me a copy of Romeo and Juliet?" she shrieked down the stairwell. A book suddenly flew up and hit her on the head. "Screw you too!" Norway snapped. She snatched the book from the ground and marched back to her room.
O.o o.O
Greece dozed against the wall, ignoring the clamor of the mansion. Turkey was attempting to get Sweden off Denmark who had, in turn, done something piss the taller nation off. Or maybe just said something. Based on the two languages being shouted, it sounded more like Sweden was trying to talk some sense into Denmark. Iceland had gone off to fetch Korea for Norway and England. Greece had no clue as to why, only that the two female nations were going to get it if they weren't careful. Norway was trying to lure France to the stairwell. For maybe two minutes, Greece had a chance to take a nap.
"Hola, chica." Spain crouched down beside the bars. "¿Cómo estás?"
"Hm," Greece sighed and reluctantly opened her eyes. "Trying to sleep," she mumbled.
"Ah, I like my naps too." Spain sat down and leaned against the bars. "Amigo, can I ask you a favor?"
"What do you need?" Greece sat up, curious.
"France refuses to help Portugal and I protect Italy from Denmark," Spain explained. "I was wondering if you would help instead."
"Why should I help?" Greece asked, yawning. Not a Bastard leapt into her lap with a meow. He purred when she stroked his back.
"Because you are a pretty chica who is very sweet." Spain flashed Greece a grin.
"You're just trying to flatter me," Greece mumbled.
"Is it working?" Spain asked hopefully. Notty opened a single eye and hissed at him.
"No, not really." Greece blinked, ready for a nap, when Korea appeared at the gate. She watched with interest as Norway, England, and France appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Greece, would you be a good lass and let us use this stairwell?" England crossed her arms and fanned her wings. Spain stuck his tongue out at France who just waved smugly.
"Sim." Portugal appeared beside England. "Ela vai. Eu quero falar com ela de qualquer maneira. (She will. I want to talk to her anyway.)" Greece grumbled and reluctantly stood, following Portugal. "É verdade que a tua mãe era um império? (Is it true that your mother was an empire?)" Portugal's voice faded away as she and Greece disappeared down the hall. Spain watched them leave before wandering off himself.
"Hi, Norway, da-ze!" Korea said excitedly. He bounced happily, his arm tucked deep into his sleeve once more.
"Hej, Korea," Norway said dully.
"What did you two want us down here for?" France asked. He followed England and Norway down to the gate.
"Well." Norway looked between the two male nations. "We just wanted to talk with you two."
"About what, da-ze?" Korea leaned excitedly against the bars. Norway glanced at England and they nodded together. Standing back to back, they faced their victims.
"Ut loquaris nisi quod verum est! (May you speak nothing but the truth!)" England flicked a wrist at France.
"Hrata verr nær hann hvarfa! (Trip him as he walks!)" Norway commanded, pointing a hand at Korea.
There was a flash of light and a plume of smoke. The two female nations were suddenly knocked together. Norway coughed as the smoke faded away. Her cheeks slowly began to blush.
"Bloody hell." England rubbed the back of her head, tears forming in her eyes.
"Norway, are you alright, da-ze?" Korea asked worriedly. He almost slipped his arm out to reach for her but kept it tucked safely away.
"Angleterre?" France approached the winged nation slowly. "Are you alright?"
"N-No." England wiped a tear away. "I am not alright! You're starting to bloody confuse me with how you're acting. Before I was a girl you were always insulting me and now that I am a girl you're being nothing but nice." She hiccupped as tears flowed down her cheeks. "And n-now I don't know how t-to feel about y-you. If I should h-hate you or l-love you." France blinked in surprise. Korea coked his head in confusion. What was going on?
"Korea?" Norway slowly looked up at the Asian nation.
"Ye, da-ze?" Korea asked carefully. France was trying to comfort England when she suddenly started to sob uncontrollably.
Norway suddenly flung herself at the gate, trying to get at Korea. "I want you!"
"Gah, da-ze!" Korea leapt back in surprise. He whined when Norway caught the sleeve of his hanbok.
"But I want you," Norway whined, tugging on the sleeve. "Don't you want me?"
"U-Um . . . you're acting strange, Norway, da-ze," Korea said. Slovakia, who wandering down the hallway, shoved him forward. Norway gave a happy cry and pulled Korea into a kiss. Korea's arms pinwheeled and he whimpered in surprise.
France gave the hiccupping England a warm hug, trying to get her to calm down.
"Would you stop that?" Norway snapped, glaring at Korea.
"What, da-ze?" Korea fell back in surprise.
"You act like I don't want you," Norway wailed. "Don't you love me?"
"I-I don't . . . know, da-ze." Korea was on his feet, backing away from the gate.
France groaned when England started to sob again.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Norway howled. She grabbed the gate and began to rattle it loudly.
"I don't know, da-ze!" Korea whined before racing down the hall.
"Angleterre, please, you must calm down," France begged.
"But I feel so bad because I've done nothing but criticize Australia when he's tried his hardest," England wailed. "And I'm so mean to Sealand, and I drove America away. And I lost Hong Kong to China because I was mean to him too! And now I'm probably going to lose you too because you hate me!"
"Non, you hate me." France corrected. England wailed again and he flinched. "Mon Dieu. What is wrong with you two?"
Germany suddenly appeared at the gate. "What is wrong with you?" he demanded. "You are going to wake up the whole household." Norway stopped wailing and tried to peer down the hallway.
"Korea?" she asked hopefully.
"Nein, he raced past me while I was on my down here." Germany crossed his arms. "He seemed to be having a panic attack about his other shirt sleeve being torn apart." Norway was silent, staring at the gate, before her face suddenly split into a grin.
"Pop!"
England sniffed, looking up at her friend. "Six?"
"Squish," Norway said happily.
"Uh-uh." England wiped her wet cheeks.
"Cicero!" Norway threw her hands up in the air.
"Lipchitz," England hiccupped.
France and Germany looked at each other. "They are very weird."
"Oui."
A/N: What did you think?
Alas, the forbidden love of Italy and Denmark. How shall it end? They better not kill each other. Yeah . . . we already killed one nation.
There have been a lot of empires in the past: the British Empire, the Ottoman Empire, the French Empire, the German Empire, the Roman Empire, the Soviet Union, and more!
Turkey suffers from cataracts. It's something older people usually get. It's sort of like blindness, but not completely. And that was Castor's idea when she suddenly said 'Turkey is blind!' This is the agreement we came to. Cataracts.
MARCO?