Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia... Ok, let's just assume that I will never own Hetalia and be good with it. Hah. There.

I feel so empty.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Viking Rage

A blonde woman looked at herself in the mirror, a calm expression hiding the turmoil gurgling within her. She felt like screaming, crying and punching a certain someone in the face, despite this not being that person's fault.

Actually, now that she thought about it, it was almost definitely that person's fault.

And that person was going to die.

The tall nation stumbled awkwardly down the stairs, not used to her new lithe and limber body, before tripping on the final step and hitting her face onto the floor.

She really couldn't see at the moment. This was when she realized that the lack of a stabbing feeling in her eye meant that she had forgotten to put on her glasses. It would figure that even in a different body, she would still be unable to see properly.

Finally, she found the person she had been looking for in the kitchen. Or, she thought she had.

They had the same large grin, held the same mug of beer as every morning and laughed the same annoying and completely idiotic laugh that made the Northerner want to smack the imbecile upside the head.

But that was where the similarities stopped. This was a girl and not a boy.

Not that the idiot would notice any change in either of them.

"Hey, my main man! How has life been dealing ya?" A loud chortle, "I see you're silent as ever, huh! Ever thought of speaking up more? That might be a good idea if someone ever tries to sex ya up or something! Hah! Although, I'm sure you wouldn't mind if a certain someone did, am I rig- UGH!" The talkative girl groaned as she was punched in the ribcage by a furiously flushing woman.

"Danmark," the woman growled down at the other before kicking her in the exact same place where she had already punched her, "you're drunk."

The other girl smirked from her spot on the ground, "Yeah, so wh-"

"And female." This caused the Dane to blink in inebriated confusion before looking down at herself and grinning.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot about these things!" Denmark cackled up to the Swede, "THAT'S why I was drinking! To drown this sorrow away!" And with a bottoms up, she returned to her glass.

Another woman slipped past both of them, easily taking the glass from the drunk girl's hand and clanking it against her head hard enough to make a sound.

"No, you were drinking because you have a problem. I, of course, already knew that there was something wrong with you, though," The smooth voice of their Norwegian companion stopped Sweden from killing Denmark.

Both girls looked over to Norway, who stood there with her hands crossed over her chest and a straight look set on her face.

Yup, that was definitely Norway.

Iceland came walking in as well, just as straight-faced as her sister, only stopping in front of Denmark to kick her in the gut. She then walked over to the pantry and grabbed herself a box of licorice. She then found a seat as far from her sister as possible.

Denmark looked at the two girls in surprise at their easygoing nature despite being girls now, "Aren't you guys gonna freak out like Swedey over there?" A growl from the woman in question, "or drown the sorrow in beer like me? I mean, I guess if our little Icey wants to drown her sorrow in LICORICE, that'll be ok too, but Norge! Come on man- er, girl! You're just sitting there, acting like it's normal!"

The Norwegian girl shrugged at this.

And that's when a set of feet slammed down the stairs.

"What is this, why is this happening, what's going on? Why am I a- why do I have- what is this?" The person stopped once they had reached the entrance into the kitchen and stared in horror at the other occupants, "no... No-no-no-no- I thought this was just a nightmare! What is going on?"

Denmark cackled, "Thanks Finney, at least someone around here's freaking out!" The Finnish girl simply looked over at the Dane in shock and fear before freaking out again.

"Oh my- what do I do now? What is going to happen to me- us- how many other nations have been affected? Oh no, this is horrible, how will I go outside knowing that I'm a gi-" Her worrying was cut off by a now-dainty hand placed lightly atop her head.

She took a deep breath to regain some of the oxygen her ranting had lost and looked up to the Swedish-woman who had calmed her.

Finland's calmed down mind ran well enough to realize that- HOLY CRAP, SWEDEN LOOKED LIKE A SUPERMODEL!

She resumed her hyperventilating and lifted a shaky finger to the Swede's face, which was giving her a quizzical look well hidden behind her usual poker face.

Denmark finally seemed to notice Finland's newfound panick and stood up to walk towards her, "Hey, Fin, what's the matter with you? Why're ya looking a Sve like that? Is it-"

Suddenly, the Finnish girl was clutching to the Dane's shoulders and shaking her rapidly, while screaming, "WHY THE HELL DOES SHE LOOK LIKE A SUPERMODEL? WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON? SVE IS LIKE THOSE MAGAZINE WOMEN AND- WHY ARE WE ALL WOMEN? WHAT IS THIS ANYWAYS?"

A hand came out of nowhere and smacked her in the face softly.

"Eh?" Finland held a confused look as she tried to figure out what just interrupted her rambling, until she remembered Norway. She took a deep breath and the other four Nordics sighed in relief; Finland had finally calmed down.

"It was you, wasn't it Norway?" scratch that, she was still crazy, "you're the one with all of those crazy magical powers and-and that troll that has some sort of vendetta against Denmark- you always hang out with England and-"

She was cut off again, this time by Norway simply holding up her hand in a gesture of silence. The group of girls waited while Norway turned around slowly, stoic face not revealing anything. Soon, Denmark couldn't handle waiting any longer.

"What is it, Norge?" she shouted, "c'mon! I wanna know!" And then the Dane was being choked with her own sleep mask.

Once Denmark had fallen unconscious, Norway began to speak once more.

"While you all were panicking, I took the time to channel my inner energy and find out more about this spell- curse- whatever it may be."

Finland sidled up beside her, "And?" She questioned curiously.

The Norwegian growled, "And this tastes British." The other conscience girls clenched their fists in anger and ran to their separate rooms to get ready.

On the way to her and Finland's shared room, Sweden chucked Denmark into her own room. The Dane smacked into the room's opposite wall before sliding down slowly.

Once everyone was wearing their usual clothes, which were quite large for all of them, they set out in search of England. Before pulling out of their driveway, Finland turned from the passenger seat to face the other three.

"Are you guys ready to kick Britain's butt?" she asked them, eyes glinting with a warrior's strength. Both Norway and Iceland became flushed by the look that the Finnish girl was giving them. Instead of speaking, the siblings simply nodded. Denmark began to drool in her sleep.

And with a glint of her glasses lens, Sweden was speeding towards lower Europe. The chase was on and the Nordics planned on getting the gold.

And beating up England would be nice too. Yeah, that sounds great.

A/N: BOOM! Guyses, I finished this on Thursday! Can I get a round of applause?!

No?

Well, I have had a great spring break! And I am at a bowling alley right now! I'll tell you guys how I did once we are done!

So far, I lost the first game. Like, really lost. And I also lost the second game. Great.

Translations:

Danmark= Swedish for Denmark

Norge= Norwegian for Norway

That was easy. Unlike bowling, that I suck at.

Review for enough caffe to keep Norge-y happy FOREBER!