The doorbell rang the next day. Estonia face-palmed and groaned, "What's with all the visitors?" Latvia peeked through the peephole to see Norway, looking bored, as usual. He opened the door and asked, "Can I help you, Norway?"
The nation fiddled with his Nordic Cross hairclip and said, "I'm technically helping you, but sure."
"So what do you need?"
"I just need to take a look at Russia. I need a bit of his hair for the spell to change him back. Do you mind?"
"No, its fine. Come on in!"
Norway stepped in the house and looked over to the kitchen table. Lithuania and Estonia were eating blinis with a silvery blond-haired child. That had to be Russia. Russia looked up at Norway for a second, and then went back to his breakfast. He paid no mind to the man until he softly called Russia's name. The softness of the voice startled Russia. He took another look at Norway. He kind of reminded Russia of Belarus, with an aura of creepiness. And then Norway pulled out a pair of scissors...
Estonia POV:
When Norway pulled out his scissors to cut Russia's hair, the little one freaked out and started running upstairs, screaming. I don't know what was the matter with him, but we started chasing after him.
Who knew that the kid could run that fast?!
Eventually, I managed to corner him in his room. I tried to reassure him that everything was alright, but he screamed something about Norway trying to kill him. It took the three of us Baltics to finally hold him down, and Norway approached Russia with the scissors.
Norway took a bit of Russia's shaggy, silvery blond hair and snipped it off. Russia immediately stopped crying and looked up at Norway, confused. "That's all that you're doing?"
"Yes."
"You were just giving me a haircut?"
"Uh, sure. Let's go with that..."
"Da!"
Norway winked to the Baltics and went out the door into the bitter cold. Russia smiled and waved the whole time. The Baltics looked at one another incredulously. One second the kid was screaming and the next he was being friendly with this stranger. How...?