Finland was in the hospital, his one stretched out arm filling up the room he was in, suffocating the other patients.
As Sweden heard of Finland's predicament, he told the author, but the author already scared herself by writing that last paragraph.
Iceland went to Finland's room in the hospital, and almost got killed, but Iceland healed him by chanting the Cootie Revival Spell.
Norway sued Iceland for stealing one of his spells without permission. He didn't care if Denmark turned into a penguin.
Denmark had not turned into a penguin, but was battling a can of beer in a fight of MASS DESTRUCTION.
Sweden was now playing the piano and was so good at it, he flew away with the piano and flapped their pink angel wings with Spanish glory.
Norway was in the basement. He wanted to cast a spell on Denmark for being a kayak.
Dmnerak, bcsuae of Nraowy's slpel, cluod olny tlak lkie tihs. He was wdnorenig why eeyrvnoe cluod sitll raed tihs.
Iceland had donned a white lab coat and was going on a scientific rant about the reason you could still read the above paragraph was because the brain does not read each individual letter, but the word as a whole. As long as the first and last letter are in place, you can read it just as easily. And, Iceland will also have you know that he declares you null and void in his borders.
Finland paced up and down in front of the author, passionately spouting whatever came to mind to let off his anger of something we will never know. "The authority of the government of Canada comes from the will of the people! I hereby withdraw that will, and therefore remove your authority. And since I've removed your authority, you have no authority to question my authority to remove your authority. And after all, to be or not to be is the question, whether to take arms against a sea of troubles! Furthermore, the square root of x2 is x, and Don John should never be confused with John Donne, as opposed to John Adams, John Quincy Adams, John Marshall, John Smith, and Abraham Lincoln. And do you realize that Mark is the shortest gospel, and that the capital of Belice is Belmopan? And do you further realize that Mr. Spock has a last name, though few people are aware of it, four score and seven years ago, desktop publishing has nothing to do with publishing desks, and—and—and lactic acid!"
Iceland stared at Finland. He seemed to have another bout of affection for him. Then he wondered if anyone legitimately ships this pairing. He shrugged. He just wanted his lovely purple spotted sugar honey back.
Norway, having casted his spell on Denmark, felt relieved. He could now go to the Pit of Maui so he could finally have a rave of the dreaded Pink with Abraham Lincoln.
Finland was running away from Iceland, who was throwing grenades at him, screaming his love to the world. Finland just wanted to go back home to his giant koala-eating blue apple.
Iceland, Finland, Norway, and Denmark heard loud banging and yelling coming from the kitchen. When they walked in, they found Sweden throwing food and utensils around, yelling in Svenglish. Nobody knew what to do. Apparently, Sweden's brain disappeared.
Denmark left the kitchen to go meditate. He sat on his bed and exhaled. He thought of things that relaxed him: fresh air, the ocean, sailing, and Sweden dancing in a pink dress.
A/N: This chapter was pretty hard to do. I kept losing inspiration. ... Now that I think about it, I don't even think I use inspiration for this. Oh well.
Thnx,
SpanishMonkeys