Norway sighed. He didn't like the fact that bananas are so big, and they reminded him of Denmark. Wait what?
There was an awkward silence as soon as the Nordics found out that Sweden sings like Christina Aguilera.
Denmark was twerking to some random girl he found on the street that was wearing a bear hat, who was actually PewDiePie, so Sweden murdered Denmark into oblivious death. Lol.
Iceland twitched when licorice came into his sight. He went crazy and latched his mouth to the back of Finland's head and drooled. Because he would would catch a grenade for him.
Finland was frozen is shock. Iceland was drooling on the back of his head, his muffled shouts confessing his undying love for him.
Denmark was now in heaven, with flying potatoes, and God looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Sweden was having a foursome with a bunch of girls in Social class who can't stop laughing.
Iceland is now lying in a pool of blood.
Finland has an AK-47 and was panting. He shivered, a wild look in his eyes. "SWEDEN ALWAYS TOPS!" he shouted in his fit of rage.
Norway was now throwing bananas out the window, while Mr. Puffin screamed out mercy, because a dragon ate a pomegranate.
Sweden dissected a human body and was now having a rave party of blood. The body, whose name was Sven, was waving his hands around a retard that ate too much pink.
Denmark was reincarnated as a flower that screamed "I AM THE KING!" whenever someone sniffed it while holding a microscope.
Iceland had not died, but went to his own mental world of sugar plum fairies, while he wondered what sugar plums actually were.
Finland was reading. He had read for four hours straight, and he was so tired, he decided to make a sandwich.
Denmark had turned back into his normal self, and was hitting on girls. He hit on them so hard, they crumpled to the ground in throes of ecstasy.
A/N: So, that's it. I don't even know. Tell me if you want more!
Thnx,
SpanishMonkeys