Hello, this chapter may be a bit OOC. (Heck the whole thing may be, idk) Read and enjoy :)
Meanwhile in Sweden, a figure with a long dark shadow called, "Mathiaass, where are youu?" Norway, still annoyed about his new body, followed the sound of the voice. Curious who the voice belonged to. While he was looking for the person, he noted that the house was cottage-like and very lacy. Suddenly he bumped into something. He looked down to see what he bumped into. It was a tall woman, probably a bit taller than his usual body, she had light blond hair, blue eyes, a cold look on her face, and a Hungary/Belarus aura.
From behind her back she whipped out a frying pan and smacked Norway
repeatability while saying, "If you come into my house drunk again, I will literally kill you!" The tenth time she hit him, Norway started to get extremely dizzy, he said, "I...følelse...søvnig..." As he crashed down on the floor.
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Denmark and the fairies headed to closest airport. After the paid the taxi driver they finally arrived at Oslo airport. Loud speakers said, "17:00 flyturen 12a er boarding!" Denmark looked at Nissa confused, "What'd she say?" Nissa rolled her eyes and said, "We have five minutes to get on flight 12a!" Denmark widened his eyes, "Ehh? Well what're you waiting for? Lets get on that plane!"
So they all sprinted to that flight and finally got onboard just in time. On the plane, Fay fell asleep on the middle seat while Nissa just stayed up and looked out the window. Denmark also fell asleep but immediately woke once he felt tugging on his sleeve. He turned and there was Nissa with a stern look on her face, she said, "Get pretzels." Denmark looked startled, "What? No, you get it yourself." Nissa rolled her eyes and said, "Idiot, I can't since non magicians can't see faeries." Denmark looked confused, "And..." Nissa glared at him,"Do I have to spell it out for you? It means you have to get it for me."
"Oh!" Denmark nodded and went to a flight attendant and asked, she smiled and brought out a small pack of pretzels and gave it to him with an, "Enjoy your flight sir!" Denmark went back to his seat and handed them to Nissa, "There. Happy?" Nissa smiled smugly, "Yes, very." Both Denmark and Nissa fell asleep. In the meantime, everyone was staring at the "Norwegian" who was talking to thin air like crazy.
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Stella crossed her arms, content with knocking Denmark out. He was unconscious on the floor, barely moving. She did taken upon notice that he acted a bit strange, she thought, 'Why was he talking in Norsk? Hn. Probably too much alcohol.' And with that final thought, she went into the kitchen to fix up some surströmming.
Author's Note:
I...følelse...søvnig..- I feel dizzy (Norwegian)
surströmming- Swedish herrings