Clouds formed in front of my face as I breathed out. The fog permeated throughout the deck. This boat ride was a bit colder than the last one. I had gone into one of the pink bags earlier and took out a big fluffy coat. I was thankful for it's warmth and pulled it around me.

I could barely see Poland across the way. He was curled up shivering, teeth chattering softly. I crawled closer to him. I could see the goose bumps raised on his exposed arms.

"Why don't you put on something warmer? I think there was another coat in the bag."

He shook his head. "I like really wanted to wear these shorts. That coat would totally clash with my outfit."

I sighed. I guess it really couldn't be helped. I sat down next to Poland. I unzipped my warm jacket and set Poland on my lap. With each hand on either flap of the opening coat, I wrapped myself around Poland. I could feel his cold, shivering body against my chest. I held him closer until the shaking stopped. His muscles relaxed. Mine did, too. I hadn't realized I had been so tense.

Poland's head rolled back to rest on my shoulder. His bright green eyes looked back at me. They slowly closed. His long dark blonde eyelashes slightly brushed light pink cheeks. His lips were slightly parted. I concentrated on the soft sound of each breath. It was oddly comforting. I leaned my head forward, resting my forehead on his shoulder. I slowly seeped into him. Our breath aligned as we drifted off to sleep together.

When the boat docked, I jolted awake. We were both still in the same position as when we went to sleep. Poland was still asleep on my shoulder. He had drooled a little bit onto my shirt. I'd have to clean that out later.

"Poland, wake up. We're here," I said. I slowly shook him awake. His eyelids whipped open. He blinked several times and lifted his head back up.

"Really?" he said. He pushed my arms apart and made his way back out to the cold. He shivered one and looked back at me.

"Let's go!" he said enthusiastically, choosing to ignore the wind's chill this time.

The docks were full of boats with large white sails. Little tents were off the road off the shore selling all sorts of fish. We passed the little fishing village and followed a path through a field. Norway's house sat on top of a little hill of long grasses. As we traveled up the path, I could get the feeling of heavy energies.

We knocked on the heavy wooden doors. The door opened slightly and then all the way.

"Well, at least you aren't Denmark," Norway said, finally revealing himself. He looked neither happy nor displeased to see us here

"Told you it wasn't Denmark," came a voice from inside. I could barely see Iceland eating liquorices inside.

"I never thought it was Denmark. They were too quiet." Norway said to Iceland. "So, why are you here?" Norway asked us.

"We know that you see magical creatures. Have you like seen like a tomato box fairy recently?" Poland said

It was barely detectable, but it looked like Norway made a face. He rolled his eyes. "No I haven't seen any fairies shaped like tomato boxes. I'd ask England about that." He stated to close the door.

"It doesn't look like a tomato box." I added.

"Yeah, she's actually red," Poland said.

"But she used to be a flying mint bunny." We traded off, trying to milk any information out of Norway that we could.

"Oh," Norway said, opening the door once again. "Then I do know where she is, she'll be back by tonight. I guess you can wait here until then."

Norway's house was pretty cozy, a combination of wood and stone. A strange little puffin was eating a plate full of fish. He was wearing a bow tie. He caught me staring at him.

"What are you looking at?" he said gruffly. I quickly looked away. Could this be one of the magical creatures?

In the distance I could hear loud boisterous laughter.

"Oh no," Iceland put down the hot drink that he was enjoying. He and Norway rushed to the door, trying to find a way to hold it back. The door bulked as the person outside tried to force their way in. Nor way and Iceland were forced to the ground Denmark eventually broke the door down, laughing.

"Whoops, but hey, at least you get a new door!"

Norway shook his head. "You owe me a new door block head!"

"Don't be like that, we're best friends, aren't we?"

"No, we're not," Norway said quickly.

"BWAHAHAHAHA! You know at first glance, you don't look very funny, but you really are. I must have rubbed off on you a bit."

"Just kill me now."

"Ha ha, see, humor! Oh, I didn't see you guys there! 'Sup Poland! 'Sup Lithuania!"

"Oh, not much. Just traveling on a huge quest looking for a little fairy," I said.

"That's nice. You know there's a fairytale from my house. It's about this mermaid that goes to a sea witch and trades her voice for a pair of legs so she could go after some prince."

"Ooh, let me guess! She has true loves kiss, and get's her voice back!" Poland said enthusiastically. There was a light in his eyes. He really did like these fairytales.

"Ha ha! No! The prince thought she was a stalker and married his fiancé. She ended up throwing herself off of a cliff and turned into bubbles. Hey, since you're here, we should have a party at Norway's house!"

"Oh God, no!" Norway said. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly.

"Don't worry I've got the beer!" Denmark pulled several bottles out of his long black coat. He handed one to everyone, opening all the bottles.

I took a sip, trying to be polite. This was pretty strong stuff. I was surprised to see Poland take a large swig of the stuff. About half of his bottle was gone in one go.

"Poland! I don't think you should…"

"Relax, Liet! It's a party, isn't it? Live a little!"

"Ha ha, that's the spirit! You should follow his example, Norway."

"No way," Norway responded.

"Aw, come on Norway! Don't be such a square!" Denmark wrapped his arm around Norway's shoulders.

Norway poured his open bottle of beer onto Denmark's head.

At first, Denmark frowned, but his smile turned up. This was far from over. He had a conquering look on his face. He pulled out two more bottles and opened them. Norway saw where this was going and tried to escape; however, Denmark gave chase.

The beer sloshed around, and some spilled to the floor as Denmark ran after Norway around the house. As I watched their little game play out, I ate some of the fish as I drank a bit of my own beer.

They were still at it. Denmark slipped. Norway stopped temporarily to point and laugh in his non-emotional way. Denmark got up with renewed vigor and went after him. Iceland got up then to help Norway out and put this to an end.

I took another bite of the fish. I was surprised to find that there wasn't much left. I looked at my bottle. It had just a few drops left. Well, that explained I felt a little funny. Everything felt a little loopy.

"Y-You've got something on your face," Poland slurred.

"Huh? Where?" I put my hand to my cheek, trying to get it off. "Did I get it?"

Poland shook his head. "Nope!" He had a wide grin on his face "I'll get it!"

He suddenly brought his face close to mine. His lips went to the side of my mouth. His tongue flicked out and swiped a flaky piece of fish from my face. He pulled back with a triumphant smile.

I frowned. "Don't do that."

His smile fell. "Why not?"

"It's driving me crazy. You just can't use your tongue like that."

At that time, I thought it was a good idea to show him a lesson. I planned to do the exact same thing that he had done to me to see how he liked it. Instead, my aim was a bit off, and I hit his lips.

Poland parted his lips in surprise, and I couldn't stop my tongue. It moved from my mouth to his like it had a mind of its own. I could understand now why Poland had licked me, and now I'd just made everything worse.

Or better. Poland didn't look nearly as upset as I was. His cheeks were pink from the alcohol and his eyes were closed. I finally comprehended what my tongue was doing. Poland and my tongue were participating in some form of dance. Swirling and playing from between the two of us. Poland was slowly drawing me out of my mind. It seemed like our roles were reversed. Poland wasn't learning anything. I had to regain control quick. I bit down on Poland's tongue.

Poland pulled back. He was breathing heavily. He looked both surprised and hurt. He tried to look at his tongue.

"There. I hope you've learned your lesson."

Poland nodded but stuck out his lower lip. Too bad for him, that puppy dog look wasn't going to work on me. I turned away from his face. From the windows, I could tell that it was dark outside now. I hoped that damn fairy would get here soon. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.

The chase had been going on for who knows how long. Suddenly, a giant green troll knocked Denmark down. He shouted angrily in a language I didn't understand. Norway ignored Denmark and talked to the troll in the same weird language. Just then, something small and pink flew up to the giant green troll's shoulder.

"She's right there," Norway said, pointing to the pink think. "The fairy you were looking for." It looked like a flying pink girl in a bunny suit.

"Oh, hello!" the pink fairy said in a bright cheery voice. "How can I help you?"

Poland got up and ran over to the magical pair.

"I want… a curse." Poland said breathlessly.

"Poland, what the hell do you mean by that?" I said.

"I haven't done something like that in a while. I've been trying to control my anger recently. Um, let's see. I'd need something to power something like that."

"Is any one listening to me? What the hell?" I yelled.

"What kind of thing do you want?" Poland continued.

"Well, I really like tomatoes, but I also like my master England."

"How about this?" Poland handed her the picture of England in an apron covered in tomatoes. When did he get that? I thought I had that on me.

"This has got to stop! This is a horrible idea, Poland!" I shouted.

"Excuse me, but this doesn't concern you," the fairy said. Her face was slightly flushed from looking at the picture. This was so frustrating. "Who did you want me to curse?"

"Him." Poland pointed to me.

My brain shut down for a minute. Why would Poland want to curse me? I had to remember. What was so special about this fairy, again? I pushed my mind past the booze. No. No way. That was the reason why Poland brought me here? I couldn't believe it.

The fairy turned brighter and brighter red. That heavy energy was suffocating.

"Poland! How could you?" I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. The red was terrifying. "I don't want this. I never did!"

"I just…I just wanted us to…"

"You know what? Forget this I'm out of here!" I headed straight for the door.

"Liet, don't go!" Poland shouted after me.

"OMATAY YATOMA XINOB, I CURSE THEE!" the little fairy shouted.

A force of red pushed Poland to the ground. This wasn't at all what either of us expected. The red faded. I ran over to Poland's side. He was unconscious.

"Poland? Wake up!" There was no response. What had we done? What had I done? Poland was…

"POLAND!" I screamed. My tears were like acid on my face.

"Oh, there you are Lithuania," a voice said. The red energy force had been replaced by purple fury. I looked back in terror to Russia. How did he know where I was?

"That was a really mean trick you played on me. No one like children who don't play nice, da?" He picked up my practically lifeless body and threw me over his shoulder.

"Poland! Wake up! Open your eyes!" This couldn't be happening again. Russia was out of the door. I was cursed. I had been taken away from Poland and was utterly hopeless. Some knight I turned out to be.