A/N: So somebody requested four pairings at once, and with the exception of England x China which I did earlier, I decided to combine the pairings into one chapter. Well, enjoy. …I like the Nordics.

The author ran into the room, screaming that she had found the meaning of life.

"What is it?" asked a voice from on high.

"42!"

WHAM!

Denmark and Norway looked up from their make-out session to see the author's body hanging from the ceiling, her head no longer visible.

Meanwhile, Vietnam was trying to teach Taiwan how to aim, with Sweden and Finland watching (laughing) in the background. Taiwan was not doing so well.

"SCREW IT ALL!" Taiwan yelled, and suddenly she grabbed Finland's sniper rifle and attacked Vietnam, who screamed like a man.

After beating Vietnam to a pulp, she turned to Sweden and Finland, who were laughing hysterically. Sweden moved out of the way, knowing what was about to come. Finland's laughter soon turned to shrieks and squeals of pain as Taiwan pulverized him. When she was done, Taiwan looked at Sweden, then looked at the door, and then looked back. Sweden raised an eyebrow. Making her decision, Taiwan ran out of the room, seeking her next victim. After she left, Sweden collapsed next to Finland's unconscious body to join his wife in holy matrimony.

In another part of the author's mind that whole ordeal took place in, Norway and Denmark were trying to convince the author to redecorate the Author's Mind Castle.

"Absolutely not! Don't you remember what happened when you two decided to redecorate Castle Awesome Dragons?" The author was still mad at the two for what had happened to the beautiful castle, which will not be written down.

"Oh, so it was OUR fault that Sweden and Finland ran around every room multiple times destroying everything for health balls, Moogle points, and new cards?" Denmark asked incredulously.

"I wanted to try out some new decorating ideas I got from Tesco," Norway pouted. Denmark and the author looked at him weirdly. "What?"

Suddenly, Taiwan burst into the room, issuing a war cry. The author disappeared in a shower of cats, and Norway and Denmark summoned their weapons. Actually, only Denmark summoned a weapon. Norway (the wuss) had a troll that he uses as a weapon to do his bidding so he doesn't have to injure himself. How lame!

Norway looks up to the author on high. "Shut up! It has fangs!"

"Uh-huh. Lame fangs. Wuss-man."

"Please, with all my soft heart that cares for everyone and hates alcohol, quit arguing with the author? Taiwan is about to pulverize you!" Denmark shouted.

At this, both Taiwan and Norway - I mean, Taiwan lowered her weapon, and Norway made his lame troll disappear.

"Man, that was so out of character for you!" Taiwan exclaimed, "Aren't you supposed to be the Alcoholic?" At this, Denmark broke down crying.

"I can't help it!" he sobbed, "It's the authoress' fault! She's making me do it!" At this, a man dressed almost entirely in red, complete with red hair, appeared out of nowhere and quickly beat up Denmark and Norway, whose elements have little effect on the sexy bottle of awesomesauce. When he finished, he looked at Taiwan.

"You wanna insult her, too?" Taiwan squeaked in fear and ran away. Suddenly, a tall man dressed in black and carrying a bunch of butter knives popped in. "Oh, I wanted to get some action, too!"

One of the man dressed in red's eyes twitched. The black haired man frowned. "Not that kind of action. I mean I wanted to beat someone up."

The man dressed in red and the gorgeous man with black hair stared in shock as Vietnam suddenly disappeared and as suddenly as she had appeared in the first place.

"Creepy..." the shorter one said. The man next to him nodded slowly in agreement.

CRASH!

"What the-" the man of red began, but was cut off by the intruders who had just burst through the roof.

"HEY, DENMARK! HEY NORWAY!" the Swede and the Fin exclaimed, TOTALLY out of character as a red dragon, Thorn, lands on the ground in front of them.

"SWEDEN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Denmark roared at said nation.

You don't need to yell, you moron.

Everyone just blinked.

"WHO SAID THAT?!" Finland screamed in fear.

Under you, brilliant.

"Hanatamago?!"

NOT THAT KIND OF 'UNDER YOU'! IT'S ME, THORN! JEEZ, YOU DON'T EVEN RECOGNIZE A FRIGGIN' DRAGON?!

Denmark, Norway, Finland, and Sweden all hold their heads.

"Thorn, please. You're giving us headaches..." Norway pleaded with the angered dragon. Suddenly, two more people bursted through the ceiling: The author and Iceland.

"ICELAND!"

"NORWAY!" Before the author could hold him back, Iceland jumped off, trying to jump to Norway but failing miserably and landing flat on his face with a thud.

"OWWIE!" Iceland screamed, glaring at the authoress who is now whistling innocently while typing.

"What?"

"So, what's up?" the author asked Finland.

"Nothing really," Finland replied, "but I think Iceland is a little mad with you for some strange reason. I think you're nice."

The author sent him salmiakki, which he ate immediately, licking his lips.

Hey, don't I get anything, O lovely authoress? Thorn asked sweetly.

"Nope."

WHAT?! WHY NOT?!

"Because you gave everyone a migraine earlier what with all that mental screaming. It's not very pleasant.'

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Taiwan suddenly ran in. Apparently, she walked in on what turned out to be one of Vietnam's many failed experiments.

"Sweden! Where did Thorn go?!" Iceland exclaimed worriedly. Sweden went over and picked up a large note, then read it out loud.

"Yo, Suweiden, Finnland, Aisland, Norweigh, Denmuark, Taiwun, Veetnahm, and teh ahthor,

Ai was boared owt of mai maind. Ai desided to go catch a moovee. There's a new one that sownds fumfileear about this freek farmboy hoo finds a large bloo stone, or sumthing. Later, loozers! Thorn."

"Well, that's interesting," Iceland commented.

"No Jack Sparrow imitations!" Vietnam ordered.

"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow!" the author, Taiwan, and all five Nordics retorted at the same time.

"You guys are so weird..."

Denmark stuck out his tongue at Vietnam (what a moron) and was promptly squashed by Taiwan. The other five people in the room started screaming and running around the room like the idiots they are.

"YAYY!" Sweden and Finland squealed, quickly taking out three recently appeared Pikachus who had somehow each split into two or three Pikachus each.

Suddenly, Iceland (along with seven more Pikachus) and started wiping them out rather quickly, bashing them on the head with his puffin in a very un-Iceland-like way.

"HOLY CRAP!" Taiwan exclaimed, "THERE'S A BAJILLION OF 'EM!" Taiwan was talking, of course, about the continually increasing number of Pikachus. Also, she was just making an (extremely wrong) estimate of how many there were. If she had actually counted, she would have found that there was actually one million exactly.

"One MILLION?!" Norway said, looking at the author incredulously.

"Yup! One million! Wait - make that nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-three. Iceland just took out seven more."

"I thought Iceland was one who didn't like to fight," Vietnam said, obviously confused. (which is no surprise, really; she is usually confused.) "HEY!"

"What? I didn't say anything!"

"YES, YOU DID!"

"Nuh-uh. Anyway, yes, Iceland is one who really doesn't like fighting, therefore, earning the title of 'Most Peaceful Country'."

Just then, Finland yelled a war-cry-ish yell, holding his sniper rifle above his head before rushing into the sea of Pikachus.

"Okay..."

"You guys get all the fun..."

"YOU CALL THIS FUN?!" Iceland exclaimed, glaring at the ceiling.

"Yup, and I'm not in the ceiling, brilliant."

"Grr..."

"AAAA!" Sweden screamed, ducking a claymore, only to be hit by another in the back of the head.

"Sweden! Fight already!" Denmark yelled at him.

"Fight? Oh, yes, that's right," Sweden replied, "I'm supposed to be fighting right now, aren't I?"

"Yup!" A short-haired brunette girl a few inches over 5' said, nodding her head before joining the fray, swinging a keyboard effortlessly, cutting down more and more of the ever-increasing number of Pikachus.

"And just who are YOU?!" a confused (as per usual) Vietnam inquired.

"Duh! I'm the author!"

"WHA?! SINCE WHEN HAVE YOU EVER DESCRIBED WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE?!"

"Since now, idjit!"

"Isn't that...a keyboard?" a confused Norway asked, still fighting the seemingly unlimited number of Pikachus.

"No, really?!"

Glaring at the gorgeous authoress, Norway was nearly beheaded by one of the Pikachus, but Denmark blocked it with his axe.

"YOU AREN'T GORGEOUS!" Vietnam yelled at the wonderful authoress, and everyone (including all of the Pikachus) collectively gasped.

The author started to tremble, and Iceland ran over to comfort her, nearly getting mauled in the process.

Taiwan ran over and protected Vietnam, whom Iceland had "accidentally" knocked out when running over to the author. Denmark started singing "Cotton Eye Joe", and Sweden and Norway soon joined in singing with him.

Suddenly, Finland busted out his two absolutely revered snipers pulled from hammerspace he named SoulEater and FullMetalAlchemist.

"Hey!" the author exclaimed, no longer trembling, "How the heck can you have both of them?! Haven't they been moulded together last week?!"

Finland looked at the author, then down at his snipers. Then he looked up, and then back down again, and then up, and then back down, repeating this until Sweden threatened to call him his wife if he didn't answer immediately.

"Umm... Yup!" He said, and the author, Vietnam, Norway, Iceland, and Sweden all took a second to sweatdrop, while Taiwan and Denmark slapped their foreheads.

Suddenly, about fifty Norways ran in.

"Vietnam!"' Taiwan exclaimed, "Vietnam is the only possible cause of this! It's from one of her stupid experiments!"

Suddenly, there was a BIIIIIIG poof of smoke (or whatever), and when the smoke cleared, there stood the author, holding a candle and a hamster.

"Hey! So that's where they went!" Taiwan exclaimed, then shrugged. "Ah, well, I like Sleeping Lion and Bond of Flames more, anyway..."

"Yeah, plus, why would you need a match for? You don't even have any matches!" the author added, and Taiwan started to cry.

POOF!

"Oooooohhhh..."

Denmark was now wearing an outfit that looked a little bit like Belarus', except that it was in different shades of pink. On each sleeve, there was a yellow 'D' in a circle, and he was wearing a pink bow on his head.

"Wow..." Denmark finally got out, and then turned to the author, who was holding a remote, "What is this?"

"That," the author replied, "Is Ultimate-Evolution Form. Only you can use it."

"Thanks! And, uh, what's the remote for?"

"Look at all of the Pikachus and Norways. What do you notice about them?"

Looking around everyone noticed that they were all frozen in place, almost as if someone had "paused" them...

A/N: Ooh, cliffhanger that's never going to be continued. And blatant Iceland x Self. Yay.