At the following day, the five Nordics were at their house, some trying to kill one and some trying to avoid that from happening.

"We missed the dance because of you!" The usually quiet and calm Norwegian grabbed the Danish by his tie, strangling him. "And we couldn't even prevent that team from succeeding their whatever mission was!"

"Norway, please calm down. You aren't like this usually, what happened?" Finland tried to seperate the two.

"I lost the opportunity to see England because of-" Norway paled as he realized what he had just said. "Uh, I…" He let go of the Danish and tried to run away, but was retained by a certain Finnish and Sweden.

"Ha…Our Norge is in love~" Finland gave a cocky smile and ordered Sweden to hold Norway. "And with England…Now, now, you better tell me what is going on between you two~" Finland faced the blushing nation as he sat in front of him, along with the other two.

"Big brother…and England? I thought you were with Den." Iceland caressed Mr. Puffin as he tried to hide a smile.

"I…Uh…" Norway heavily blushed as he saw the four looking at him. "I.."

"You are awfully red, Norway…" Finland was enjoying every moment of this. He secretly loved pairing people up, and wouldn't let go of any possibility. "NOW TELL ME, SINCE WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?" The Finnish got desperate to know about his neighbor's love story.

"F'nl'd. C'lm D'wn." The Sweden, who was currently pinning the Norwegian down on the sofa, eyed his wife with curiosity. "Y're diff'r'nt y'rself. Wh't h'pp'nd?" Finland blushed as he realized he was too excited, and put on his sweet smile.

"Oh, I am just excited that our Norway is going to get a boyfriend~" Meanwhile, Denmark was chugging on his beer, too hurt to say anything.

"I am not. Besides, he is always with that French or American. He will never notice me." Norway looked down to his feet as he said what has been in his mind for years.

"Hey! Don't worry! We won't let this happen! Leave it all to us!" Finland started to dial on his phone as he jumped in excitement.

"What…What are you going to do?" Norway glanced at the hyper Santa, slightly worried, as he knew of the Finnish tactics of….love.

"Oh, I'm calling England so we mark a date for ya-" Finland got tackled on the floor by his recent love victim, that eventually led into a fight between the five Nordics in the room.

Meanwhile, outside of the Italians' house…

"WAIT! YOU! YOU!" Romano glared at his phone, as he screamed some more cusses at it. "WHAT THE- YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN FRANCE OR SOMETHING! DAMN!"

"Hey… Are you ok?" Seborga tapped his older brother on his shoulder, as he licked his Popsicle. "Why are you screaming at your phone?" Lick. "Again?"

"Well, the fucking bastard made-" Romano turned around to see his brother full view. "THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING?" He then scanned his youngest brother up and down. Marcello was wearing a potato costume.

"Huh? Oh this? Ok I'll tell you the story."

Flash back

It was a beautiful night. I was at the ball room-

"Know what? I don't give a fuck." Romano walked away, leaving his youngest brother whine and complain about not hearing his amazing story.

Meanwhile, inside…

"Ve~ I am pretty sure that the boss is planning something…Something really bad…" Feliciano walked around his house, biting his nails, as a custom he does when he is thinking. Which is rare. "I better tell the others…." The Italian got interrupted by his thoughts as a Russian called his name. "Hm? Did you call me, Russia?" He then turned around to see the big man waving in front of him.

"Yes, China says the food is ready." The violet eyes disappeared into the kitchen as he went to help his Chinese friend, earning a shriek from the man.

"Okay!" The Italian bounced to the kitchen, and ate the delicious Chinese food, forgetting what he was going to tell them.

Later, outside…

Marcello ate the last bit of his Popsicle furiously, after what happened between him and Romano. He then threw the stick in a nearby trash bin. At least he respected the earth.

"Damn! It was a pretty good story too…" Marcello sat on a bench nearby, and looked at his brother's back garden. "I should have said that-" The micro-nation's phone vibrated in his pocket, surprising the boy. "God…WHO IS IT?" Seborga screamed at the phone, just like the oldest of the trio would.

"Hello? Seborga? It's your boss~"

"Huh? Oh. What." Marcello already got bored as Feliciano would if somebody talked about politics with him.

"Okay! So I need you to come to me."

"Huh? Why?" The not amused nation focused more on his nails than to his boss.

"I…uh…I just need you right now. Oh and don't tell your fratello about this!"

"Wait. Why." Marcello leaned to his phone, getting curious all of the sudden. "Why do you need me."

"I…uh…It's important so just come. " The Italian's boss then proceeded to tell the address and attempt to make the micro-nation to go to him. "PLEASE?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

The conversation went on for about twenty minutes until Seborga finally gave up. "Alright! Fine! It better be something good." Seborga pouted as he trotted down to the boss's house. "At least it's close by."

"YAY! Bye~" The Italian trio waited anxiously for the potato-dressed micro-nation.

Inside, again.

The American, Englishman and the French were currently watching the Harry Potter marathon at the Italians' living room, after eating with China, Russia and N. Italy, who were now outside.

"Whaat? He's Lord Voldemort?" The American found himself amazed by the turn of events. "Daaamn…Can we do that with our names?" The American got excited just by the thought of his name having a double-message. "Let's see! Let's see!"

"No, it is bloody stupid, wanker." Britain crossed his legs as he attempted to focus on the movie once again.

"Oh, come on, Arthur, the movie is terrible anyways…" The French whipped his hair as he went to grab three pens and some papers.

"What? This-"

"Okay. Let's do this." The French was back with the utensils, and the American went right on to work on his name. England followed shortly after, since he had known what would happened next in the movie, since he watched all of them 15 times.

"I'll just wait for you guys. I am too lazy to do on mine." France closed his eyes and went to the Dreamland.

It took twenty minutes for him to come back to real life. "Hey! Wake up, frog!" England threw a pillow at the sleeping French, who cursed under his breath.

"What…did you find something out?" France rubbed his eyes as he saw the pile of used papers the duo threw around. "Must have been a hard time, huh?"

"Shut up…And yes, we did find something out." America shyly showed his paper to France, and avoided the green eyed man, who was barely holding out a laughter.

"Lemme see….Alfred F. Jones, a.k.a.…. Loners Fed Jaf?" The French broke into a laughter along with the British, which made the American even more embarrassed. "Who is Jaf?"

"I…I dunno! Iggy, you have to show him yours!" The Englishman stopped laughing as he blushed and handed his crumbled paper to the French.

"Now…Arthur Kirkland…I can't read your hand writing, could you say it for me?" England got offended and snatched the paper off the blonde, and cleared his throat before he said.

"….Arrr…think lad, Uk." England blushed as he saw the snickering American, whose eyes were teary from holding his laughing. He turned to see the French's reaction, which was confusion.

"Why are you acting like a pirate? I do realize that you miss those days but-"

"I am not acting like a pirate! It's just…that's what I came up with!" France stared at the blushing British as he realized.

"Really? Wow you must be a pirate by blood, England! And you even have UK in your name! I like it!" The other two stared at the French with amusement, surprised at the reaction.

"You…you really like it?" England started to fill up with joy, relieved that his old "friend" didn't make fun of him. "You really do?"

"Ohon. No. I think it is really cheesy." France broke out with laughter with the American this time, making England cuss more than usual at the two.

"Shut your bloody trap, wine frog! What about your fucking name, huh?"

"Hm…Francis Bonnefoy….Can…Yo Boner Sin-" Francis's eyes lightened up as he realized how his name reflected him.

"You know what, stop. I am not surprised that your name has such…things." Before any of the three could say anything. England's phone buzzed. "Hm? Finland? What does he want?" England put his phone on his year as he answered. "Hello, Finland? Why did you ca-"

"England! England! Norway-" England heard a thumping sound on the other side of the line. "Norway- you-"

"Huh? Finland, is everything alright? What about Norway?"

"Norway, he, you- Sve, hold him!"

"Uh…"

"Norway- likes-"

"Likes who? Am I okay to know this?"

"Of Course! Norway loves y-" He then heard another screaming voices along with the Finnish, and raised his eyebrows to hear some cusses from the usually reserved Norwegian.

"Uh...I think it's better to call another time-"

"NO! UH, MEET ME AT THE USUAL HOTEL TOMORROW, AT THREE! YOU KNOW, THE ONE BY THE CONFERENCE? YEA? TOMORROW BY THREE! BYE!" Before England could respond, the Finnish had already hung up, leaving the confused nation wondering what had just happened.

"Hey, everything alright?" America looked over his shoulder, as he devoured the hamburger on his hand.

"Uh…Yea…I just have to meet with Finland tomorrow, that's all." England sat on the other side of the room, still confused about the conversation he had with the Finnish. "Weird…We don't usually talk much. And he was saying about Norway liking someone…" The green-eyed man furrowed his eyebrows, trying to link everything Finland said over the phone, but failed at it as France groped his ass. "Argh! What are you doing, frog!"

"Oh, mon ami, how about we have some fun…We are all bored…" France purred as he got closer to the Englishman.

"WHAT? America is here and-"

"We could have a threesome, I don't mind~"

"THE FUCK! GET OFF ME, CHEESE-BREATH!"

"Oh, England, Can Yo Boner Sin~"

"SHUT UP!"

Back to Seborga

"Huh? Fuck! Let go of me!" Seborga wiggled to get away from the two men who were dragging him into a dark room.

"Oh, I am sorry, Marcello, but we just had to do this….It's for your brothers' sake…" The boss followed the dragging micro-nation as he smiled slightly. "Don't worry. It won't hurt much~... Strip him."

"Yes sir."

"WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN STRIP- LEMME GO!" Seborga half-cried half-screamed as the two men worked on his potato costume.

"Oh, and don't forget to take a picture."

"GET OFF ME, YOU PERVERTED BASTARDS! WHY WOULD YOU TAKE A DAMN PICTURE-"Seborga's voice was silenced as the door closed, leaving him and the two men inside of the cold and dark room.

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I didn't really edit this chapter, so it is. Probably bad. Oh yes, I am very sorry about the confusion about the transitions in the previous chapters! Sorry! And lemme see...Oh yes! Thank you very very much for reading this, I really appreciate it! I won't be bugging you to review or anything, so don't worry! Oh, and thank you for the faves, and alerts! It means so much to me :D Oh, and yes, I do realize that France's "second" name is lacking ff, but yea, well.

Oh, and sorry if you didn't like England with Norway please don't kill me! And yes, I do realize there isn't much of love scenes in my story, because, well, first, I kind of suck at them, and second, I didn't really think about doing them while writing. But I'll probably have some fluff in the next chapter, if you don't mind.

Thank you so much for readin this~I love you! (This is my first fanfic, ever.) See you in the next chapter?