((Part two!

This is a bit of a filler, but don't worry, the real fun starts soon. VERY soon.

Plus, my headcanon that Denmark isn't the only person Norge will tease. ^_^

Hetalia isn't mine, along with any references I make here. You can go away now, lawyers.))

Norway wanted to start the bet quickly, so right after breakfast he grabbed Finland and dragged him up to his room. He shut the door behind them and started rummaging through his closet.

"Uh...so how are we going to do this exactly?" Finland questioned, starting to have second thoughts on the bet.

"Well, first, we need to switch our clothes." He threw Finland a pair of his usual pants and his sailor shirt. "Put those on while I go fetch some clothes from your room." With that, after checking to make sure that nosy Dane wasn't sneaking through the shadows or something, left and headed into the next room.

Finland sighed and put on Norway's clothes, feeling increasingly uneasy as he thought of the trouble that could start. While Finland did like making trouble every so often, he had no idea about this one.

Norway returned with the clothes. "I'll put these on in a moment, but first, let's take care of your attitude and your voice."

"OK."

"First, make your voice as breathy and monotone as you can make it. Then say "Denmark, you idiot.""

"Denmark, you idiot," Finland echoed, trying.

"OK, now say, "Coffee is good.""

"Coffee is good," Finland tried again.

"Now say, "What does the fox say"."

"Stop having fun with this, Norway." Finland shot him an exasperated look.

"OK, OK," said Norway, smirking ever so slightly. "Seriously, now. Try to sound as close to me as you can. Say anything."

Finland took a deep breath. "Like this?" he asked. He jolted—he sounded just like Norway!

Norway made a "pffft" sound. "Very good."

"By the way, how are you going to sound like me?" Finland asked, switching back to a normal tone.

Norway gave him a blank stare, and cleared his throat. When he spoke, it was almost as if he stole Finland's voice. "Hi, I'm Finland. I love Santa and Sweden and giving pets lame names!"

"THAT'S MEAN!"

"Calm down, I'm only joking," said Norway, though there was a hint of humor in his usual monotone.

Finland huffed at him. "So what else?"

"You need to learn how to act like me," Norway answered simply. "It's not too hard, actually. Just don't show your emotions, beat up Denmark when possible, and tell Icy to call you "big brother"."

Finland knew the "big brother" part wouldn't be that difficult, but the rest of it just wasn't...Finland. "But...I've never acted snarky or deadpan before! Not lately, anyway."

Norway, on the other hand, mentally begged to differ. What about when you're coffee-deprived and are willing to fill anybody standing within 3 feet of you with bullets? He didn't voice the comment. "I have you down already," said Norway. "You can do it."

Finland sighed. "Alright, I'll—"

"Noooooorge! What's going on in there?"

Shoot! "Here!" Finland tossed him his uniform, which Norway speedily put on. He puffed his hair up a bit and smoothed down his curl, while handing his hairclip to Finland. "It's a communicator. Lose it and you die."

"Right!" Finland smoothed his hair down and put the hairclip in his bangs. "Just act the part, right?"

"Right."

"Noooooorge! What are ya doin' in there? Something fun?" Denmark was going to open the door.

Norway and Finland looked at each other nervously.

Denmark poked his head in. "Hej!" He noticed the two in the room. "What were ya doin'?"

"Uh..." Finland started, before Norway shot him a look. Finland decided to go ahead and try now. "That's...none of your business, Dane." So far so good.

"Awww, come on!" Denmark whined. "You can tell me!" His eyes narrowed and he smirked. "Or are you showing Fin the porn collection I know you have?"

Finland knew what Norway would say to that. Within three seconds Denmark was being strangled with his own tie again.

Norway chuckled, since it wouldn't be strange for Finland to chuckle. This is certainly going to be one fun week.

...

Or at least so he thought, until he remembered Sweden.

((Norway is beginning to suffer from what TV Tropes calls "Didn't Think This Through".

I'm trying to plan out the next chapter, I don't write Sweden much. I'll give it my best, though! GANBATTE NE!

Later!))