| IMPORTANT NOTES |

○ This is set between the tenth and eleventh books(Into the Gauntlet and Vespers Rising, respectively) of the 39 Clues, not including the certain flashbacks○

○ I do not own either of the series. The 39 Clues belongs to Rick Riordan and Axis Powers Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekazu ○

"Damn this American traffic!" Denmark complained in the backseat of their black Audi A3 while Sweden was in the driver's seat, blowing the horn with a blank, yet deadly, expression.

"Ah...the traffic here in New York is rather heavy," Finland said in the seat beside Sweden. He turned his head from left to right, seeing cars and trucks and motorcycles everywhere.

"If we don't make it out of this traffic soon," Norway began, "we'll be awfully late."

The Norge turned to Denmark, who had stuck half his body out the window when Norway wasn't looking.

"C'MON, YOU YANKEE-DOODLES!" the Dane yelled at the cars in front of them, madly shaking his fist in the air. "I'VE SEEN SMOOTHER STREETS DURING BRAZIL'S CARNIVALE!"

"Get back in here, you twit!"

Norway grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back into the car. He quickly closed the window, then shot daggers at Denmark.

"What?" The Dane cocked an eyebrow at him. "We're in a hurry, aren't we?"

Norway facepalm-ed. "You imbecile...we're just as desperate as every other person stuck in this mess."

"Hm, not that guy," Iceland spoke up, pointing to the driver's seat of a neighboring minivan. "He's even reading a Playboy magazine while eating a hotdog."

Finland and Norway stared at him. Denmark let out a loud groan as he clutched his stomach.

"Great! Now I'm hungry, too!"

"Da dan da da da dan daaaaannn...DAAAAN-MAAAAAAARK!"

"Ugh! Nellie!"

Amy took the headset off their screaming, rock music-loving au pair, leaving Nellie with a scandalized look.

"Aw man!" she whined. "Not cool, kiddo."

Amy frowned at her. "C'mon, Nellie. I'm not the only one who's disturbed by your ear-piercing shrieks." She cocked her head at the rest of the costumers in the music shop, all of them glaring at Nellie.

"Ehehe...sorry folks!" Nellie apologized as she rubbed the back of head with her hand.

As soon as she said it, everyone went back to their own business. Until a certain boy was yelling out in German, that is.

"D-A-N-M-A-R-K!D-A-N-M-A-R-K!"

Dan looked like he was in the zone. He was banging his head to the loud rock music shooting out the headphones. It didn't even take his older sister a few strides across the room to swipe the headphones away from him as well.

"What the heck — AMY!"

"You're an embarrassment!"

"I thought I was a dweeb..."

"Then, you're BOTH!"

Just as Dan was ready to bombard her with the best insults he's got, the shop's owner came storming their way.

"OUT! All three of you! OUT OF MY SHOP!"

Then, all of the them got kicked out of the music shop. Literally.

"Owowow...that guy hurt my butt real hard, alright!" Dan moaned as he rubbed his backside.

"Thanks a lot, you two!" Amy spat at them. "Now where else am I supposed to buy that CD?"

"Hey, hey! You're not the only who's lost something, kiddo!" Nellie told her. "I had my eyes on that Nephew album until Mr. You-Can't-Sing-Your-Heart-Out-To-Awesome-Danish-Songs-In-My-Shop kicked us out!"

The two began to argue, then Dan decided to pop in between them.

"Can I buy a hotdog?"

"NO!" both girls yelled at him.

So, Dan sulked in a corner while Amy and Nellie yelled at each other.

Just then, a man came running past them. It was only a matter of time til they noticed what happened.

"MY BAG!" Nellie cried out. "I had my ipod in there!"

"STOP! THIEF!" Dan screamed at the robber and sprinted with no other thought in his mind but to catch him.

"Dan! Wait!" Amy joined in the screaming fest, running beside Nellie and tailing Dan and the thief.

"We have to get it back!" Nellie said between pants. "All our shopping money's in there, remember?"

"KOM UD AF VEJEN! GET OUT OF THE WAY!"

Amy and Nellie dodged of what were three blond men running in the same direction as them. Two of them were very tall, and the shortest one particularly had a strange green aura surrounding him.

The two ladies watched the three men, Dan, and the thief vanish into the crowd of New Yorkers.

"Who in the — "

"Ole varovainen, te kolme!" a man yelled out from behind them. "Be careful, you three!"

"Eh..?" Amy turned around to see two other men standing behind her and Nellie. The man who just screamed wore a worried look on his face while his partner stared blankly ahead.

"Come on, Nièl!" the worried one said, grabbing the other by the wrist and dashing into the large throng of Americans.

Just as Nellie and Amy also ran after them, Amy noticed a black and white bird flying past her and perching itself atop one of the men's heads.

Dan was slowing down. He came to a stop, doubling over to catch his breath. "Man, that guy is fast!"

He then felt someone pat his head. "Don't worry, little dude! We'll catch his for ya!"

When he lifted his head to see the person who patted his head, the man had already ran away with two other men.

"Who...are those guys...?" Dan talked to himself. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and continued the chase.

"Gimme a hand, Sve!" Mathias told Berwald, who responded by running ahead. Sweden turned back to Denmark, crouched his back, and lowered his arms. He cupped his hands and gave the Dane an assuring nod.

Denmark ran faster. Once he got to Berwald, he stepped on the Swede's cupped hands. Sweden gave him a strong heave and catapulted Mathias into the air.

The Dane sailed through the Big Apple's heavily polluted air, missing the fresh air back home, and later landed in front of the man who stole Nellie's bag. Mathias gave the robber a devilish smile as he defiantly held his clenched fist in front of the quivering man's face.

"Tsk, tsk," Mathias said while he shook his head and wagged a finger at the thief. "Don't you know better than to steal from a lady?"

"Tch!" The thief stepped back, only to bump into Berwald who was giving him a death glare.

"Pl's r'turn the b'g," Sweden said in a dark tone.

After letting out a girlish yelp, the robber retreated from Berwald and hung onto the bag. "A-and what's makes you two bozos think I'll just hand this ove — WOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAH!"

The thief was suddenly surrounded by a sick-green aura and lifted into the air. Back on the ground, Mathias was grinning at Norway.

"Vej at gå!" he said. "Way to go, Norge!"

Arvid looked at Mathias for a second, then back to the thief. He made the thief spin like a top and vigorously shaken until dozens on jewelry and coins landed on the sidewalk.

"Alright, alright! I'll give it back!" the thief screamed. "Just please make it stop! Please!"

The Scandinavian trio didn't realize until much later that a crowd was forming around them and laughing and gasping at the floating, pseudo-tortured robber. Along with plain New Yorkers were also some policemen.

"You better let him down now, Norge," Mathias whispered into Arvid's ear. He pointed at the incoming cops and continued. "The scene isn't looking very pretty, if you know what I mean."

Arvid stared at the Dane for a moment, and turned to the levitating robber. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes, causing the thief to fall to the ground with a loud thud.

Denmark approached him and snatched the bag from the thief. "We'll be taking this back now~!"

As he walked back to Norway and Sweden, Finland and Iceland had managed to catch up to them; and they brought along three other people.

"I think this belongs to you, ma'am," Mathias said as he handed the bag to Nellie, who stared back at him in disbelief. "H-hey, don't stare at me like that!"

While Amy and Nellie were gaping at what just happened, Dan was naturally taking this in a different scope.

"That. Was. So. COOL!" he cheered, fired up with energy and unable to keep still. "How did you guys do that? Especially the part where you lifted the guy into the air!"

"Er...um..." Denmark looked at Norway, hoping to make a good excuse. The Norge just raised his shoulders in submission.

"Well, you see...ah...Arvid here is...um, a...wizard."

"A what — ?" everyone else said in unison.

Arvid stomped on Mathias's foot. "You imbecile!" he said through gritted teeth.

As if Norway didn't even place a finger on him, Denmark had a silly grin on his face. "Well, a more suitable word would be 'street magician' or perhaps...a 'mindfreak'...?"

Norway punched him hard in the stomach. "Idiot! You've just made it worse!"

Denmark doubled over, rubbing his gut. "Ow...you sure can pack a punch, Arv!" he exclaimed gleefully.

Berwald sighed heavily and facepalm-ed. "'S a wonder how I w's serv'n' 'nder y' a long time 'go..."

Meanwhile, Amy and Dan were watching the policemen wrangle up the thief and collect the stolen goods.

"Thanks for getting my bag back," Nellie told the Arvid, Mathias, and Berwald. "That guy was pretty fast..."

Denmark laughed defiantly. "No problem, ma'am!"

"Something had to be done," Norway said, crossing his arms and looking the other way.

Sweden grumbled and nodded.

Finland tugged on his sleeve and looked at him with worried eyes. "Berwald, y-you're not hurt...are you?"

Berwald shook his head; the Finn sighed in relief.

"Hey!" Mathias cried. "What about Norge and I? Aren't you worried about us, too?"

"I don't think Tino needs to worry about two ex-Vikings..." Iceland said.

"But weren't you also a Viking, Sve?"

"Hm," Sweden grumbled, not looking at Denmark.

"Vikings...?"

The Nordic Five turned to Amy and Dan staring at them.

"Weren't the Vikings killed off...?" Dan asked them.

"...like, hundreds of years ago?"Amy continued his question.

"A-ah..." Iceland stuttered. "Well..."

"What we meant by 'vikings'" Mathias swooped to save him, "is that Arv, Waldy, and I used to be in a football team back in Scandinavia!"

"WHAT?" the others exclaimed.

"Waldy — ?" Berwald screamed. At the corner of his eye, he could see Tino holding back a laugh.

"The Fearsome Vikings, we were!" Denmark said proudly, raising his chin and thumping his chest with a fist. "Stern and strong, unafraid of anything! Anything, I say!"

Thus, the next five minutes were spent with Norway and Sweden beating up Denmark while Iceland and Finland holding them back. Once they settled down, Norway whispered into Denmark's ear so that the Cahills and Nellie wouldn't hear them.

"You suck at making excuses."

"Terrible," Iceland interjected in a soft voice. "Absolutely horrid."

"Eh, we're always like this, you see..." Tino told Amy, Dan, and Nellie. "Our little family."

"Dysfunctional family, eh?" Nellie said, smiling and raising an eyebrow. She glanced at Dan and Amy, who bore silly grins and awkward faces.

"If you call us dysfunctional" Mathias said out loud, "you should see Yao's family!"

"So...is there any we can repay you guys?" Nellie asked the Nordic Five.

"Eh?" four of the blonds said.

"Well, you can come with us to the World Summit — " Mathias began, but was cut off when Arvid hit him in the back of the head.

Dan cocked his head to the side. "World Summit? You mean that big meeting where lots of countries' leaders go to?"

"The very one!" Denmark said, beaming.

"When is it?" Dan asked them.

"A-ah, you see..." Mathias stammered and rubbed the back of his head.

"It's in a few hours," Norway spoke up. "In London."

"Artie's vital regions!" Denmark laughed.

"London — ?" "Vital regions — ?" the three Madrigals screamed at the same time.

"Excuse us for a moment, please!"

Amy grabbed Dan's and Nellie's wrists and quickly huddled them up in a corner.

"These guys are insane!" she said in a hushed, but panicked, voice. "How can they expect us to go with them to the World Summit? That's gotta be a really important meeting!"

"But Amy, it's in London!" Nellie told her. "Think about the awesome British punk music!"

"No. Haven't you learned anything from our last visit there?"

"Oh..."

"Amy," Dan said suddenly in a somewhat serious voice, "think about the history and all the boring stuff you could learn from London. And if I remember correctly, we didn't spend that much time going sight-seeing there."

There was a large lump in Amy's throat. She swallowed hard, then gave in. "W-well...oh, fine."

The three approached the Nordic Five, with Nellie telling them their decision.

"But...can we really trust them?" Amy whispered into Dan's ear.

"They helped us out right? And look at this deliciously warm hotdog Mathias bought me!" He took a huge bite off it; Amy threw him a look of utter disgust.

She couldn't figure out what he told her next, but then he swallowed the food and repeated what he said. "I can definitely trust someone like him!"

"Finally! An update!" is what most of you guys must be saying right now. xDDD I wrote this while I had nothing to do at work (stupid summer job! *headdesk*). I hope you liked it! C: