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Folded Note Chapter 2

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Sweden. Are you alright?" asked the baritone male voice. Of course I wasn't all right, that collison knocked me down. What was this feeling? I'm irritated right from the morning. "Grrr..." I looked up to see a shaking beautiful object. Yes, beautiful. "I'm sorry! I will look where I'm going!" he shook more. I smiled, but he seemed to be more distraught. Norway told me not to smile, I shouls have listened. There he was, Finland, the man I was looking for. He had a nice pale tone for a male even for a Nordic like me. I called him my wife many times but it is wise not to since all the things I've been through doing that. That's another charming part of my-err- Finland. My face heated up probable sign of blushing, I turned my face the other direction.

"Sve, are you mad?" he asked. I just gave him a nod. "Hmm? What was that?" he teased. Gott, why did he have to do that. I turned myself around and walked slowly.

Norway POV

I couldn't help but sigh from the distance watching his friend in distress. "How did you do it" I turned my attention to Denmark who was currently having an intense staring contest with America. I pinched him. "What was that for?" he complained, "Awww, now I lost the staring contest!" "You idiot." I pouted moving my focus on America who was laughing as if he just won the lottery. Well, he did in a sort of way, their small contests were a big deal to them. Denmark poked me on the cheek but I pretended not to notice and kept on staring at America.

He was staring at France and England. Their bicker as loud as ever. Suddenly, I felt something soft and warm on my forehead. I sighed. It would be Denmark. "I'm sorry, Norway," he gave me that puppy dog face,"did I make you jealous?" That just ticked me off. I swatted his hand away and gave him a smack on the head. That idiot deserved it. I smirked at his dissatisfied face.

Third Person POV

Sweden walked back to his seat next to Norway. "No luck huh?" Norway stated undoubtedly. "Mm." Sweden just gave him a sullen grunt. Sve groping his front pocket for a pen but he touched something cold and rugged. He took it out and found a white piece of folded paper. It looked just like a regular lined-paper, just cut hastily. "What is that?" Norway questioned peering over his shoulder. "I don't know..." he muttered curiously looking at the content of the paper. "It just saying don't open until 9 P.M." "Just open it now" Norway groaned. "This paper is not normal, it has a weird aura to it, I feel like I shouldn't open it until I can." Sve objected.

"What do we have here?" Denmark snatched the note away from Sve's hands quickly. "Give it back to him, Denmark!" Norway sneered. Denmark childishly danced around the hall threatening to open it. As he was about to peer inside the note, a pack of knives flew at him.

Cliffhanger, much? 3