A/N: And now, a chapter probably filled with antagonizing inaccuracies.

Denmark smiled as he examined himself in front of the mirror. He had discarded the white dress he had been wearing as a result of a loss of a bet with England, and donned a rather...interesting outfit. He now wore brown boots, loose brown pants, a gray tunic with a brown belt around it, and a brown cloak that appeared to be made out of animal fur. An iron helmet with horns on either side adorned his head, and he held his rather sharp looking battle-axe in his hand.

Why was he dressed like this, you might ask? Well, you see, Denmark had decided to embrace his Viking past.

Seriously.

He missed the old days where he, Sweden, and Norway would frolic happily in Northern Europe, pillaging and burning and engaging in other despicable things. He especially liked showing off his massive axe to England, who cowered in terror and cursed profusely every time Denmark decided to pay a visit to the island.

But now, Denmark and England were together; Denmark had known this would happen all along. How did he know that? Because he was awesome, that's how.

But the end of his Viking days never phased him until now.

There was just something about seeing operas that featured people (namely England, he was into that kind of thing) dressed as his pride and joy and singing difficult notes that made his adrenaline rush. He was surprised, during one performance, that he had the sudden urge to break something. He wanted to break everyone's props, punch out Sweden, and then set the stage on fire. His, sweet, innocent, England too!

It made him stop and take a look at his life. He had always been this docile, sweet thing ever since he formed the pact with the other Nordics. He hardly ever raised his axe, not even to tell Sweden to leave him alone! He never even got into a bar fight! Everyone he knew had gotten into one at least once by his age (or at least some of the people he knew). His people would be so ashamed!

But not anymore, he decided! He was going to bring back the Viking ways! Just as he took over Russia, he was going to take over France. Starting, obviously, with an opera house. Everyone knew that the French were nothing without their fancy music which they probably overpaid to listen to! (Or perhaps that that only applied to their friendly neighbourhood opera ghost.)

He had already started his conquest by raiding the costume and prop rooms for the rest of his outfit. Though why exactly the prop room had an actual iron hammer instead of a fake one is still a mystery.

He suddenly winced as he heard a series of sour notes pierce the air. It sounded like someone was beating a cat with a violin. He quickly deduced that it must have been the wonderful nation France. Or, as he was now going by, The Nation Called France That is Definitely Better Than England.

Denmark smiled to himself. He now knew where to strike next.

Denmark was hiding behind a curtain, watching the scene on the stage. Apparently, France was outraged over the part of Madame Aime Beaucoup Mégots being given to England.

"This is ridiculous!" the nation exclaimed. "Everyone knows that I am the best singer around here - no, the world, - no, the universe! Why would you give the lead to that stupid excuse for a nation?"

"But, The Nation Called Tha – I mean, er, The Nation Called France That...um, anyway, we're sorry, but a ghost threatened us!" one of the managers explained. "He's already dropped three chandeliers this past week alone. And let's not forget what he did to that poor mime. It's best not to antagonize him."

This is where the nation decided to sway them by singing (i.e. butchering) La Marseillaise. He had just barely sung the opening words when Denmark decided to attack in the name of his England. With a battle cry, he swung the axe above his head and charged at the other singer. When France saw him, he let out a shriek that shattered a few windows.

He tried to run from the seemingly crazed Dane, but he didn't get very far. Denmark tackled his rival(?) to the ground, which was impressive that France wasn't squashed considering the force of the tackle. Denmark then used his axe to chop the poor man's hair off, completely ignoring his hysterical yelling and crying. When he finished, he stood and attached the hair to his belt.

"Denmark, what are you doing?" England asked, his jaw hanging open.

He smiled and looked around. Everyone was staring at him with incredulous expressions.

"Hej, everyone!" he cried. "I have decided that it was high time that I obeyed my warrior blood and took over this weak land. Anyone who stands in my way shall feel my wrath!"

"I wasn't standing in your way! Why did you cut off my hair?" The Nation Called France That is Definitely Better Than England (or TNCFTiDBTE, as we will now call him) demanded.

"Along my journey, I shall be collecting trophies from my defeated enemies," Denmark announced. "It will help serve to ward off any challengers and show what a mighty warrior I am. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do."

He then ran out into the streets, yelling in Danish, calling on Norse gods, and causing several car crashes.

Nobody could do anything but stare after him.

Denmark was sitting on a park bench, trying to catch his breath. He had been having a very busy day.

So far, he had done a good deal of damage to the city. He had collected several more hair trophies, which he had braided into a vest (he was so glad he took that hair braiding class a few years back). He had set an IKEA and a bakery on fire, stole clothing from the thrift shop down the road, and even robbed a few banks. The entire city now smelt of fear...and cookies.

The best part was there were no police around to stop him. They were all bust chasing after some guy named "Hannibal" or something. So all the civilians were hiding in their homes, hoping the crazed Viking wouldn't come after them.

"This is going to be easier than I thought," he mused. "These people aren't even putting up a fight! I should be able to take over the country within a week! ...But then again, the French are known for their revolutions. The mimes are planning theirs as I speak! Yes, it makes sense that they're just biding their time, waiting for me to slip up. I should go look into this."

And so he ran back off to the opera house, only stopping to check out the new axe shop that had just opened.

Denmark tiptoed cautiously by the door of the dressing room. It was well known that if you wanted to know the latest gossip or news, you should spy on the Allies. They always knew things that nobody else had ever heard of. Seriously, what on earth was "Bieber fever"?

Denmark used his special Viking powers to hear through the heavy wooden door. He felt oddly like China for some reason.

"Does anyone know what's gotten into Denmark?" one asked.

"I have no idea! It seems as though he's lost his mind!" another replied.

"Maybe he's still upset over what happened to the Kalmar Union," a third voice speculated. "That would surely prove to be haunting."

Oh, yeah. He'd forgotten all about that in the wake of his new career choice. He should really go form another one some time.

"I'm sure that he'll stop eventually," said the second voice. "This is Denmark, after all."

"Yeah, he always was a bit air-headed," stated the first voice. "Maybe this is just another one of his little fantasies."

"Hey, remember a few months ago when he was going on about angels?" came a fourth voice. "He even said that one was teaching him to sing! How ridiculous!"

He really needed to stop drinking. He always ended up blurting out things he shouldn't.

But that was a problem for another time. These people weren't taking their soon-to-be overlord seriously! He was going to have to do something about this. He was going to have to do something big!

He smiled as an idea came to him. This would have everyone in both awe and fear of him.

England was having a bad day.

First, a rat got into his 187 year old gramophone and died, so now his gramophone not only smelled bad, but it didn't sound right. Then, he heard that France was going to be coming to Paris for a few weeks, so he would have to lay low for awhile. And finally, a few fangirls managed to sneak in and steal all of his gentleman hats. He was now wearing a paper bag over his head.

He sighed as he reclined in a chair. He tried to think of the things that made him happy. Music, scones, his dead dog Ievan, pork rinds, insulting America, Denmark...

Ah, Denmark. He should go and see what he was up to. He hadn't seen him since rehearsals that morning, and he noticed that he had been acting a little odd. He had a creepy smile on his face and his hands were twitching. Maybe he was trying to do an impression of him?

He sat up as he heard a sudden noise.

"Who's there?" he demanded. Who could have gotten past his traps? He had fire breathing squirrels down here, for crying out loud!

He picked up a piece of stale bread that was sitting on his coffee table as a weapon and carefully crept toward the source of the noise. He didn't get very far when he was tackled to the ground.

"Denmark? What on earth are you doing? And why are you dressed like that? Is this some new kinky thing you're trying out? Hey, be gentle with that! What are you doing with that kiwi? Nooooo!"

The workers of the Paris opera house were gathered on the stage, staring at the strange and appalling sight in front of them. There was a man dangling upside down from a rope. He was only wearing a pink tutu and a bag over his head. There was a pair of deer antlers glued to his head and he was covered in some strange green goo.

Denmark was standing beneath him, cackling maliciously. "Behold! I have successfully captured the Pikachu Nation, your greatest fear, second only to the mimes! Now you must surely respect my power and authority! Bow down to me, worms!"

Once again, they could do nothing but stare.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed that. I sure did. Alright, so, references/quotes in the last chapter are as follows (in order of appearance):

Lord of the Rings

Nightmare Before Christmas

Pirates of the Caribbean

Black Butler

PewDiePie

Treasure Planet

Batman

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Markiplier

Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Frozen

Tangled

Terminator

Rodney Dangerfield

Norse mythology?

The Avengers

Lord of the Rings (again)

…..That's a lot.