((Here we are! Part four!

OK, before ya read, lemme explain this first: this story actually takes place AFTER the upcoming fanfic I told you I was planning (it now has a title: Tales of the Dragon), and because of that all the Nordics are believers in magic. They can't see Norway's friends yet, but they are aware of magic more ever since their adventure. Don't really, it's not really a spoiler. I swear.

Also, this might have been an excuse to make Denmark be ax crazy for a bit. :3

Hetalia isn't mine and never will be!))

Denmark trekked around the grounds of the mansion, hands in his pockets. As soon as he and "Norway" had finished archery, he had packed up and ran off really fast. Denmark couldn't think of something that his best buddy would find so urgent-unless the magical realm needed their help again, but he doubted that.

"Ugh...what is Norge trying to hide? Did he mess up his magic or something?" Denmark pondered as he walked through the damp lawns.

Suddenly, an idea hit him. And we all know what happens when Denmark gets ideas.

Denmark gasped. "Oh my God! THAT'S IT!" He paced for a moment. "I get it! Norge has been acting strange because he's been kidnapped by some of monsters from the magical realm that want payback! They've replaced him with a shapeshifter that's taking Norway's place! MY GOD, IT MAKES SENSE NOW!"

Denmark raced towards the house, determination in his eyes. "OK, first I'll get rid of the double, and then I'll get Swedes and Fin and go back into that weirdo place and save my buddy!"

While Denmark was getting a totally wrong idea, Sweden was also very suspicious of what the heck was going on. He lingered by the staircase, staring up at the hall where Finland's room would be.

There's something weird goin' on, he thought. I keep feeling like that wasn't Fin I was talkin' to.

Right on cue, Denmark literally kicked the door down with a CRASH. "SVE! I NEED YOUR HELP!"

Sweden cast him a blank look.

"We have to save Norway! He's been kidnapped into the magic world!" Denmark yelled, waving his arms in panic.

Sweden's expression didn't change. "What are you going on about? Norway just went upstairs."

"That was no Norway!" Denmark yelled. "That was an imposter! Where's my axe?"

"In your room."

Denmark scrambled up the stairs and made a race to his bedroom to grab his weapon of choice.

"DON'T WORRY, NORGE! I'LL SAVE YOU!"

Hetalia!

Meanwhile, Finland (as Norway) was in his room. He decided to break character for a little while and try to forget what had happened all day. After staring at his mirror for a while, he had flopped onto his bed and gone to sleep.

He was deep enough in sleep that he didn't notice Denmark open the door to his room, axe in his hand. He didn't notice Denmark go over to his bed and stand over him. He didn't notice Denmark raise the axe over his head.

Finland's eyes finally opened to look up at the shadowy figure looming over him. "Huh…?"

Denmark had his axe ready to strike. "Get outta here, you fake Norway!"

Finland's mind suddenly processed the situation. With lightning reflexes he leaped out of bed and ran down the hall.

Denmark followed him in close pursuit, slamming down his axe when possible while Finland dodged, screaming. Forget the bet! His life was on the line!

"Come back here!" Denmark yelled as he repeatedly tried to injure what he thought was a fake Norway (ironically enough). "You tell me where my buddy is! What did you and your stupid magic friends do to Norway?!"

Finland didn't answer, just kept screaming as he bounded down the stairs.

Sweden overheard the commotion and stared at "Norway" as he raced down the stairs from Denmark.

"NORWAY! THE BET'S OFF! THE BET'S OFF!" Finland screeched as he was chased into the foyer.

Norway himself was watching the commotion from the window, an eyebrow raised at Denmark's idiocy. Oh, boy. I better go help him.

Norway snuck into the house from the back and ran into the foyer. He then casually walked past a rather confused Sweden to Denmark and gave him the hardest punch he could muster to the back of his head.

Denmark immediately dropped the axe before keeling over him the blow to the head.

Sweden and Finland stared at Norway.

Norway took off Finland's beret and said, "Let's talk in the living room."

((Yeah...that was way more climactic in my head...aw well.

Last chapter is next. I hope you've been enjoying the story! Hasta la pasta!))