Time for the third chapter! Enjoy!

At the Nordic house, Sweden had informed everyone about a Nordic imposter. Surprisingly, none of the Nordics, save for Finland, assumed it was new girl "Estland", aka Estonia, who wore a Nordic cross shirt to hide her identity. However, Estonia was worried that they would eventually figure out who she was.

Denmark was the first to speak up. "Umm, do you know who it could be?" He asked Sweden.

"Well, the person on the phone didn't specifify who was the impostor. They just said that there was an impostor." Sweden explained, with Finland rolling his eyes.

Before Denmark could say anything, Faroes grabbed Denmark by his shirt collar. Faroes planned on accusing Denmark of being the impostor.

"It's obviously Denmark!" Faroes frantically lied. "He has been pretending to be a Nordic all this time, so he could get... free beer, or something... THROW HIM OUT!" Faroes was foaming at the mouth now.

Everyone looked at Faroes in perplexment; They knew he was just pointing out Denmark to get rid of him. Even Estonia was giving him a "you're pathetic" look.

"Faroes, we know Denmark is a Nordic." Sweden lectured. "Can you please leave your ridiculous problems with Denmark out of this?"

Faroes unhinged his hand from Denmark's shirt collar, which made Denmark fall over.

"Now I see why Greenland hates you guys." Faroes grumbled before stomping over to a nearby chair, sitting in it with his arms folded. "YOU GUYS SUCK!"

Denmark got up, glaring at Faroes, before turning his attention to Sweden. "I say we throw Faroes out." Denmark bitterly offered. "Not because I think he's the impostor, but because he's an asshole."

"YOU'RE THE ASSHOLE!" Faroes yelled in response.

"ENOUGH!" Sweden protested. "Like I said, leave your ridiculous problems out of this!" He then pulled closer to Denmark's ear and whispered, "I'll still consider banning him, though." before pulling out.

Iceland piped up. "Not to be a tattletale, but what about Finland? He kinda talks weird."

With that, Finland menacingly glared at Iceland, pulling out his knife as a way of saying, "Do you want me to stab you?", which worried Iceland.

"I'm just pointing it out. No need to get angry!" Iceland fretted. Finland lowered his knife, and gave him the "I'm watching you" gesture.

Estonia was sweating profusely, knowing that they could point her out and subsequently ban her. Finland was eyeing her, knowing that this whole thing was caused by her.

"Well, does anyone have any ideas?" Sweden asked.

After a minute of no one saying anything, the door burst open, falling off its hinges. It was Estonia's daughter, Saare, who was told by Latvia that her mother's cover was blown. Saare wasn't too happy about that, and was ready to release all hell upon the Nordics for "kicking her mother out".

"HEY PRICKS!" Saare roared as she stormed in. She had a sword by her thigh, a torch in her hand, and her viking helment, and was red in the face with rage. "I'M HERE TO RUIN YOUR SHITTY NORDIC PARTY!" She smashed the table where Faroes was sitting, which made Faroes faint in disarray.

Everyone else except Estonia and Finland bolted upstairs in utter fear, while Estonia was in complete shock. It took Saare a few moments before realizing that the Nordics hadn't thrown out her mother. She promptly extinguished her torch and waltzed up to Estonia, who had her head in her hands in disappointment.

"Sorry mom." Saare lowly apologized. "Latvia told me that you-"

"Saare, it's okay." Estonia interrupted. "You didn't know. Besides, you never said to the Nordics that you were here for me."

Unfortunately, Sweden had quietly walked downstairs to hear this, and so he tip-toed back upstairs to tell the others.

Saare began. "How about you and the Fin-meister go upstairs and have your party up there? I'll clean this mess up and apologize to the Nordics."

Estonia warmly hugged Saare. "Thank you, Saare! You're a wonderful daughter."

"I know." Saare added. With that, they broke from their hug. Estonia and Finland walked upstairs, while Saare turned back to see the unconscious Faroes. She grabbed him by the shoulders, threw him into a nearbly closet, and put a "do not disturb" sign on the door.

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Estonia and Finland followed the upstairs hallway to the room that the other Nordics were hiding in, which they found because of Denmark's loud whining. The two walked in, with Estonia greeting them.

"Hey guys!" Estonia greeted as Finland sat down on the floor. "That crazy girl downstairs said she was sorry for crashing the party and is cleaning up. We can party still up here while she's doing that!"

Norway, Denmark and Sweden, sitting at a table, looked at her with uneasiness, knowing from Sweden who she really is, while Iceland was meddling in the closet where he happened to store some of his possessions. They plan on using Estonia's trick to their advantage and get revenge on her.

"Great!" Sweden exclaimed. "We can start with your initiation into the Nordics!"

Denmark and Norway chuckled, giving Estonia smug looks. Finland was confused by this. On the other hand, Estonia was blushing, thinking that the Nordics were preparing the closet for a make out session between herself, and Norway and Denmark, as part of the initiation.

Sweden continued. "You have to eat one of Iceland's traditional treats, Hákarl."

Now Finland knew what they were up to. He motioned to Estonia to convince her that it's just a trick, but she shrugged him off.

Iceland squealed in joy. "It's ready! You're gonna love this, Estland!"

He lifted out of the closet a rotting Greenlandic shark, which had been soaked in ammonia and hung out to dry back at Iceland's house for five months. It had the most putrid odor imaginable, and looked like it came from Hell, which considering Iceland, makes sense.

"Bon appétit!" Iceland cheered, putting chunks of the decaying shark corpse on the table for Estonia to eat.

Estonia just stared at the shark in complete horror and dismay. She was almost willing to blow her cover, and even considered never returning to the Nordic house, but she didn't want to ruin her chances at never having "real" friends. She only had her family, along with Finland, her sister, and Poland, while everyone else usually glossed over her. She was willing to eat a fermented shark for that. Look, I inserted some sappy stuff!

Estonia grabbed one of the pieces of shark, hesitant to consume it. She could smell the putrid odor, which made her eyes water, and gag in disgust. To her, it was like having Lithuania's drunken breath in her face. Before she could eat any of it, a miracle happened.

"Okay mom, I got the-" Saare interrupted as she opened the door, to see her mother with the Nordics, and realized she blew her cover. "Aw fuck, I just ruined your disguise thing."

Estonia, looked at the Nordics, who to her surprise, didn't react in fear. Now the Nordics cover was blown as well. Estonia, knowing that they were tricking her, she threw the piece of shark at Iceland, and bitterly glared at the other Nordics.

"You guys had me try rotten shark as a joke?" Estonia growled. "Wow, I'm glad I'm not part of your little shit circle now."

Grabbing Finland's arm, Estonia stormed out of the room. Luckily for the Nordics, Estonia wasn't a big fan of violence, but Saare certainly was.

"THEY DID WHAT?!" Saare hollered, pulling out her torch, which somehow ignited on its own. "YOU BASTARDS WILL PAY FOR THIS!"

With that, the Nordics ran into the closet, locking it, while Saare flipped over the table with the rotten shark on it. The shark fell apart, and unfortunately, the odor from inside the shark was even more putrid than the outside. The smell dispersed throughout the room, causing Saare to fall over on her knees gagging and coughing.

"AAUUUGHH!" Saare choked. "IT-IT'S BURNING *cough* MY TH-ROAT!"

Attempting to get out of the room, she resorted to using her blunt strength to break down the door. Stumbling from breaking the door down, Saare accidentally tripped down the stairs, breaking her right arm in the process. Seeing her fall down the stairs, Estonia and Finland ran to the injured Saare.

"Oh my God, Saare, are you hurt?!" Estonia fretted. She rubbed Saare's back and arms to feel for any broken bones.

Saare moaned. "Of course I'm hurt! Get me to a fucking doctor!" Estonia immediately pulled out her phone to call an ambulance.

Well, now the party certainly ruined.

End of Chapter 3! The last chapter will be an epilogue, and I plan on finishing it later. Thanks for reading!