Norway had gone looking for Iceland. Iceland had not yet called him big brother.
Iceland was hiding behind the couch. He was hiding because of Norway, who was muttering about how they shouldn't be here, that they're always watching, and that they've found him.
Sweden thought Norway was going to get Iceland to call him little brother. Sweden thought everyone should call him The One Who Eats A Crap Ton Of Meatballs. (heh heh)
Finland had made a sandwich inside a sandwich, inside a sandwich, inside a sandwich, inside his dentist office.
As soon as the girls died, it started raining boots all over Copenhagen. Denmark didn't think he could eat another candy rabbit.
Sweden was in Copenhagen, raving like a boss. All of a sudden, a boot hit him on the head.
Norway stood in the house, staring at Sweden, who thought he was Rainbow Dash.
Iceland was hiding in the closet, playing with his dolls he named Marie Antoinette and Weird Al Yankovic.
Finland was chasing a herd of reindeer, in a Chariot of Fire.
Sweden was dancing to a song all the way from the Highlands, complete with a kilt and everything.
Denmark shouted in excitement as a Flying Mint Bunny exploded into a thousand tiny fingers and rained down on him.
Norway jumped off a cliff, supported by the wind, what whispered "I am a cow that died in a hole filled to the brim with flamethrowers that ate iPods for breakfast."
Finland's Chariot of Fire had tipped over and died because a tub of lard was sprawled over the top. Said tub of lard was Iceland.
The reason Iceland had become a tub of lard was because the Cheshire cat frowned at him, then danced the Macarena.
Denmark was standing in the corner of the social class room, watching two girls harass the girl writing this. These were also the girls that Sweden had a foursome with.
Sweden had joined Iceland as another tub of lard, and was clogging Finland's sinuses.
Norway wanted to join the tub of lard party too, but couldn't because Loki had said that he likes pickles that were pickled in pickled cucumbers that were blue.
Iceland couldn't move. He was not a tub of lard anymore, but was in a nurse costume, tied down to the top of Norway's brand new Mitsubishi, while the fangirls screamed kinky shit to him.
Finland believed he was a cow, and one of his arms stretched around the world as he shouted "EVERYONE GOES TO LUL!"
Denmark was singing a song for Norway. "Cluck. Goes the chicken." he waved his hands. "And that's how they do it on Broadway."
A/N: You guys wanted it, so here it is! I'm probably going to post more. I'm having way too much fun writing this.
Thnx,
SpanishMonk