It was a normal in the Nordic household... But I guess you would have to define 'normal.'

The three friends, Denmark, Prussia and America, went to stay at Denmark's place. Even a house that holds about seven people,they somehow managed to fit in two more!

Sweden and Finland left with Sealand and Ladonia so the two young micronations can go and hang with their friends. The only other ones in the house beside the three were Norway and Iceland.

But Norway was sleeping and Iceland locked himself in his room, so it was practically just the three.

Denmark made his two friends something two eat and headed for the fridge. "Hey, can I get you anything to drink with your meal?"

America was playing one of his handheld games and gave a quick glance toward Denmark before giving off a smirk.

"Yeah," he said putting his glance back on his game. "Can you give me some malk?"

Prussia almost choked on his food.

"Uhh, I can't give you some 'malk' but I can give you some milk."

"That's what he just said," Prussia replied.

"Yeah, I just want a glass of malk."

Denmark looked at the two confused. "Uh, no. You're saying it wrong."

Giving off a chuckle, Prussia replied. "How do you say it then?"

"I say it just like how everyone says it, milk."

(P)"Yeah, like two percent."

(A)"Whole malk."

(D)"No no no no, say milkshake."

(A)"Milkshake."

(D)"Now say milk."

(A)"Malk."

Denmark stared at America before turning to Prussia. "Are you hearing this?"

"Yeah," Prussia said. "The boy wants a glass of molk."

(D)"Molk!?"

(P)"Give him the molk, Den!"

Sadly, neither America or Prussia had someone to play the others man's part.

(A)"Damn it Denmark, pour me a glass a malk!"

(D)"Why are you yelling at me?"

(P)"Give him the freaking molk, Den!"

(D)"You guys aren't even saying the same thing!"

(A)"We're all saying malk!"

(D)"No, you're saying malk! He's saying-"

"Molk!"

"Malk!"

"Moooooooolk!"

"Maaaaaaaalk!"

(D)"What is wrong with you guys!?"

(A)"I just want my goddamn glass of malk and you're not giving it to me!"

(D)"That's not how it's even-"

(P)"For the love of, give him some molk, Den! Give him the fucking molk!"

(D)"Why are you all yelling!?"

(A)"Why aren't you giving me my goddamn malk!?"

(D)"It's called milk!"

(P)"That's what we've been saying this whole time!"

(D)"No you haven't!"

(A)"Where's my goddamn malk!?"

(D)"Is this some sort of reference thing that I don't understand!?"

(A)"No, this is me wanting some goddamn malk!"

(P)"Why aren't you pouring the molk!?"

(D)"I don't watch YouTube as much as you guys do, you know that!"

(A)"I know that I wants some goddamn malk!"

(D)"I don't get what you guys are trying to do!"

(P)"I don't get why you aren't pouring him some fucking molk!"

(D)"You guys need to stop going on Youtube!"

(A)"And you need to start pouring me some malk!"

(P)"Where's the molk, Denmark!? The boy's thirsty!"

(A)"That's what she said!"

"SHUT UP!"

All three turned and looked toward the entrance of the kitchen. Standing there, was the third tallest, or shortest, of the Nordics. Norway had been awoken from his sleep by all the yelling the three were doing.

"What are you three doing?" He asked in a threatening voice.

"I just wanted some malk, but Denmark wouldn't pour me a glass."

Norway stared at America before heading toward the fridge. He grabbed the carton of milk and threw it at the American.

"There's your fucking milk, now you all better shut the hell up. I'm trying to get some sleep."

All three nodded and watched as the Norwegian left the kitchen. It wasn't until they knew he was gone when Denmark spoke.

"So, was this all to some kind of reference?"

"No," America replied. "It was just me wanting some malk."

"I hate you both."

AUTHOR'S NOTES: If you guys don't know what this is based off of, just search 'Malk' on YouTube. I feel as though America and Prussia would do something like this, not caring who the other person was~ I put the first letter of each name in the side if you can't tell who's speaking. More to come soon!~