Denmark decided to go fishing. He went out on the ocean and cast out his rod. He felt something tug. He pulled, but whatever was on the line was stronger. It managed to pull him out of the boat, and flipped him upside down as he flew to Narnia. The fish on the rod happened to be Norway.

The reason Norway was in the ocean was because he had climbed to the top of Mount Everest and squealed like a fangirl at the pink cotton-candy clouds.

Finland just had gotten squashed by a giant flying toaster.

The toaster was in fact commanded by Sweden. He was being possessed by two people: the author, and Loki, whom the author now has an ongoing obsession about him.

Iceland stood in front of the Statue of Liberty, laughing maniacally. He had just locked America inside, because only he could hear the rabbits.

Sweden ran. He ran at top speed, the crowd making way for him like water in front of a boat. Sweden was chasing his brain, which instead of Sweden being its master, it wanted Denmark to.

Denmark was just hanging out with his best bud, Big Mac, when a brain suddenly flew out of nowhere and hit him on the head, overtaking his original brain. Like a boss. A llama boss.

Iceland was back in Iceland. But Iceland didn't like Iceland, so Iceland Icelanded the Iceland in the Iceland's Icelander. Because Iceland.

Norway was in his room. He was wearing a dress, and throwing glitter all over the place. His usual poker face melted away, replaced by an expression of pure joy, as he let his inner moe out.

Finland stood in front of a tree. This tree had, in fact, a normal elephant perched delicately on one of the flimsier branches. "I am burdened with glorious purses," it said. And it was true. Handbags of every size, shape, and colour hung from the elephant.

Denmark stared blankly at the rest of the Nordics. He didn't know why he felt this way. He felt like Sweden for some reason. Everyone cringed and shuffled away in fright at his gaze. Then he realized: this was perfect. He could finally pet his Russian unicorn that ate rainbows and Nyan Cats while it flew around the Principality of Loluweeya. Lol.

Nowraya cotlsb'd unsetsnad why no k e cotld ever reaud this, ur just looked so borlanl to hom. Maybe gou'ew jist not a very undetsnd peron who can't speak a language to save their life.

Sweden had no brain. He jumped around the kitchen shouting "Bork bork!" He was instantly moved to the Intensive Care Unit For The Last Of Us.

Iceland. He just didn't know. El hombre. Con el sombrero. Nos envio. Muy macho. Uno. Tres. Ocho. Quatro. Over 9000. Hola. Bien, gracias.

Finland went home, dressed as a llama. He ran around the house, screaming about violins and people exploding.

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SpanishMonkeys