The mini-van was silent. Absolutely, positively dead silent with only the sound of crunching gravel beneath the wheels and the constant hum of the engine breaking it.

A beautiful sunset painted the sky. Blues faded into pinks faded into purples faded into oranges faded into yellows.

And then just like that, the quiet was broken by an unamused and rather menacing Swede.

"Greece. Be serious." Sweden said flatly, prompting Greece to blink his sleepy eyes.

"I am being serious. So serious that I didn't even fall asleep during the explanation." He replied as he shifted around to get a better look out the window.

"Ancient Greek mythology being real though? That's a little out there, don't you think?" Iceland piped up.

"I agree with Iceland. It is a rather outlandish idea." Norway nodded, stoic as ever. Greece's eyes flicked from person to person, quietly analyzing each nation's reaction. Not one person looked like they even remotely believed him.

Except for America. He just looked constipated.

And for once, he was oddly quiet.

Greece sighed, "Whether you believe me or not is your problem. You non-believers have exhausted me." And then he promptly fell asleep right then and there.

"Hey wait! You never told us where Camp-Halfblood is!" Finland cried out, only to be greeted by soft snoring. The petit Nordic country let out a low growl and produced a sniper rifle out of seemingly no where, and aimed it at Greece. "Wakey-wakey eggs and bakey!" He screeched.

"FINLAND NO" Everyone screamed.

"FINLAND YES" Finland howled in response.

Greece didn't even so much as twitch. Not even when a full out brawl broke out in the car.

"NOT IN THE CAR NOT IN THE CAR NOT IN THE CAR" America chanted as he snagged the gun away from Finland. The American then flipped the safety back on, and hugged the gun to his chest, being extra careful not to point it at anyone, "If you wanna do an epic cowboy show down, which I would totally like to see, then DO IT OUTSIDE"

Unfortunately, Finland wasn't in the mood to take any of America's crap today, so he snarled and launched himself at said nation, desperate to wrestle the weapon away from the american's iron grip. Norway, Iceland, and Denmark all leaped into the fray in an attempt to keep the gun away from the crazy Finn, while Sweden gripped the wheel harder as he tried desperately not to cause the car to flip over the side of the road.

The good news? The car didn't crash. The bad news? Denmark did.

At some point during the struggle, Iceland's elbow hit the button that rolled down the window. Denmark, who was trying to crawl out of the very back to take Finland by surprises, was shoved out the open window by an over powered kick courtesy of America.

Denmark erupted in a fury of Danish curses as he went tumbling down the dirt road. He rolled to a stop several paces away and shot up into a sitting position.

The blue mini-van kept moving. As if no one noticed that someone had actually been pushed out of it.

The fallen Dane stretched out his arms and gestured at the still moving car. "Are you kidding me right now?" Denmark yelped as the car disappeared from view. Realizing that yes, his fellow Nordics and co were not going to be stoping for him, he scrambled to his feet and began sprinting after the car.

Poor Denmark only made it three meters before he tripped and fell flat on his face.

Everything was quiet save for the chattering birds and the sound of ruffling leaves.

'Meow'

Denmark slowly lifted his head up off of the ground, spitting out dirt, and shaking the dust out of his hair.

'Mew'

At first, Denmark was to dazed to notice the strange meows, but after a couple of seconds, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "How hard did I hit my head?" He wondered out loud as he brought his hand up to his head and began to feel around his scalp to see if there were any big, nasty bruises there.

'Meow!' A small weight leapt onto Denmark's unprotected back, causing him to freeze in place. His eyes widened and he rolled onto onto his side just as fluffy cat jumped into his field of vision.

"Hydra?" Denmark asked in disbelief, "I thought I left you in the hotel room." Hydra the cat just purred as she rubbed her face against Denmark's chest. "No seriously, how did you cross almost 50 miles by yourself in just a couple of hours?"

And of course, there was no answer from the cat.

Denmark signed and slumped his shoulders in defeat. "Well Hydra, looks like it's just you and me now. Let's find out where the other guys drove off too." He scooped up the animal personification of a lawnmower and pushed himself to his feet.

And he walked. And walked. And walked.

It was nice actually. There were lots of green towering trees, lots of multicolored flowers of all shapes and sizes, fluffy white clouds framing the sky, a burning car on the side of the road...

...Wait

Back up

Nope, Denmark's eyes weren't tricking him. There really was a flaming car stuck in a ditch...With a crowed of familiar blondes and one brunette standing around the wreckage as if it were a simple campfire.

"Damn," Denmark whistled as he casually strolled over to his fellow Scandinavians plus friends, "Glad I got out of that thing before it exploded."

Heads turned and cries of shock echoed through the air.

"DUDE YOU'RE ALIVE!" America whooped and pumped a fist in the air.

Finland broke away from Sweden's side and practically tackled Denmark to the ground the moment he saw the Dane walking up to them completely uninjured, "I am so sorry! This is all my fault!" Finland cried out as he gave Denmark a big bear hug, "I've just been so stressed with Sealand gone, I promise I won't have another breakdown like that, I promise I promise I promiseIpromiseIpromise-"

"Whoa whoa whoa," Denmark said as he gently unlatched the sobbing Finn from his torso, "I'm alright, I swear." And then suddenly, Denmark felt something slam into the back of his head, causing him for lurch forward.

Greece, who had been lounging in the grass, finally glanced up at Denmark, "Oh," He said, "Hello Hydra. It's nice seeing you here."

Of course he noticed the cat first.

"We thought you were stuck in the car when it crashed." Norway said as he retracted his hand. At some point during Finland's tearful resolution, Norway had snuck up behind Denmark, "You had us worried. Don't do it again." Norway said, although he could do nothing to hide the relieve he felt to see the Dane safe and sound.

"Awwwww!" Denmark cooed, "I knew you liked me! But yeah, I wasn't in the car. Egg McMuffin over there," Denmark jutted his thumb at America," Pushed me out the window like, half a kilometer back that way."

America looked up in surprise, and then blushed ever so slightly, "Oops," He laughed, "But since I kicked Denmark out of the car before the crash, he wasn't there when it crashed, therefore I saved Denmark's life because I'm the hero and I think ahead!" He grinned as he struck a childish super hero pose.

"Alright mister hero," Iceland crossed his arms as his puffin fluttered onto his head, "Mind calling a tow truck or someone to help us? If you haven't noticed, we are down one car."

America let out a light laugh, "No problem! Hey, I know this great guy who can fix anything-"

The car exploded.

A shockwave of heat struck the Nations as a large plume of smoke rose into the air. They could only stand and watch in horror as the rental car went up in smokes.

"Ok," America sputtered, "That going to take a little longer to fix."

"It'll be a miracle if anyone could get it back into the general shape of a car." Iceland muttered under his breath, and then slightly louder he asked "What are we going to do now?"

"Well, there was this weird store I passed a couple of minutes ago, we could go see if they could help us," Denmark offered.

Sweden tilted his head to the side, "I don't remember any stores," He grumbled.

Denmark snorted "Well, I'm assuming you were busy trying to keep the car from crashing, great job on that by the way," Sweden growled, "So you probably didn't notice it." Denmark finished.

"What was it called?" Finland asked.

"Aunty Em's Gnome Emporium."

Author's Note:

I'm here! I'm alive! I made it through the final weeks of school relatively unscathed! I am so sorry for not updating a lot. I was under a lot of stress with exams, SATs, a shit ton of final projects I had to finish, receiving several nasty PMs on a different fanfic account, and my cousin getting run over by a speeding car. He's more or less alright now, but he's been in the hospital for most of the month...

Anyway, onto more lighter news. I now know how this story is going to end! I had several alternative endings, but now I know for certain how it's going to wrap up and let me tell you it is going to be fucking awesome! All I can say that there is going to be at least one Betty-White-Is-Immortal jokes stuck in there.

And have I told you guys just how much I loved you? Seriously, I never thought that this story would get so much attention, and everyone leaving reviews are just so sweet that I've actually cried tears of joy at some point. Thank you thank you thank you for everything.

For the guest who asked if I shipped PruCan, yes. PruCan has a very special place in my heart as it is the first slash pairing that I had ever fallen in love with, and I am a huge fan of the extrovert/introvert relationships, and come on, Prussia and Canada are such dorks that deserve to happily live together for all eternity!

Also, I've started uploading this story on AO3 (where I've recently created a new account under the same name) So don't freak out if you find it there. It is 100% uploaded by me.

That's all for now!

Again, thank you all for reading.

Snowy-Maplette