Denmark was seriously bored.
Ever since they had been revealed to the world, things had been crazy. He'd been stuck in his house for days, with no way to get out because of the swarm of reporters waiting for him outside. Eventually he'd managed to make it to Norway's house...not that it was much better. Norway had spent most of his time locked in his room, doing who-knows-what, and Denmark had been stuck downstairs, watching cartoons on the television and gouging himself with chocolate.
Norway had gone off to some press conference, or something like that...Denmark wasn't sure. He'd been too busy staring at the television screen to really pay attention to what his friend had been saying.
"...I wonder if Norway has any more chocolate..." he muttered to himself and stood up, prepared to go and raid the kitchen.
At that moment there was a loud 'BANG!' and the door slammed open.
Denmark's eyes widened in panic and his head jerked towards the doorway. His initial thoughts had been that a reporter had managed to get inside the house - something that would have completely sucked, because Denmark just wasn't in the mood to deal with that stuff at the moment.
Instead, standing in the doorway and smiling at him was...Finland.
"Finland?" he said, sounding surprised. "What are you doing here?"
Finland's smile widened and he let out a small laugh. "Oh, Denmark..." he purred.
"...Okay seriously, that's just creepy" Denmark muttered. He walked up to the other nordic nation and stood in front of him, his eyebrows raised. "What? Did you get sick of old Sweden? I can completely understand that - want some chocolate? I was about to go and find some..." his voice trailed of and his eyes widened in horror.
"Finland..." he choked, after a brief pause. "What...are you doing with those arrows?! Oh my god, what the hell is wrong with you?! What -"
An arrow sailed past his ear and slammed into the sofa. Denmark let out a shriek of fear and dashed behind it.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" he howled.
Finland lowered his bow and stalked forward, a deadly expression on his face. He stood in front of Denmark - who had curled himself up on the floor, his arms wrapped tightly around himself - and glared at him in disgust.
"You just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you?" Finland spat. "All those damn reporters...asking me if I'm having an affair with Su-san...looking through our windows...taking pictures..."
"It slipped out!" Denmark cried. "Besides! That stuff would have happened anyway, even if I hadn't -"
Another arrow sailed past him, narrowly missing his shoulder.
"SHUT UP!" Finland howled. "I NEED SOMEONE TO BLAME, DAMMIT!"
Denmark let out a girlish shriek and dashed out of the house as fast as his legs would carry him.
...
So far, this conference was proving to be a piece of cake. Norway didn't understand what the other countries were complaining about; sure the current situation was less than satisfactory, but it was something that could easily be fixed if everyone stopped acting like such imbeciles.
Norway had considered going to the meeting that Germany had set up a few days ago...but then he had thought, nah. After all, he already had to deal with one idiot, ever since Denmark had decided that it would be a good idea to show up at his house. He didn't want to deal with anymore.
A question was fired his way from a nearby reporter, and Norway replied with a simple 'yes.' That was his method; answer with a simple 'yes' or 'no.' Don't give the vultures anything they can turn against you...
"NORWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"
Norway sat up abruptly, his eyes flying open with alarm. No...it couldn't be. He wouldn't have the nerve...
Denmark sprinted up to him and threw himself behind him, using him as a shield from...something.
"Denmark" he snarled, as the reporters all whispered and pointed. Great - now they had something to use against him. "I thought I told you to wait in the house!"
Norway's eyes drifted over to where his boss had been standing; the man looked downright furious. Beside him, the security that had been sent over to oversee the conference was shuffling uncertainly, obviously unsure of whether they should act or not. They obviously regonized Denmark as a nation.
"Norge" Denmark whispered, and the muscle in Norway's jaw twitched at the use of the nickname. "You gotta help me - Finland's gone crazy!"
Norway's jaw clenched. "What are you talking about -"
"COME HERE DENMARK - COME BACK TO FINNY!"
Norway jumped in alarm; many of the reporters followed in suit. Denmark let out a shriek of terror.
"Was that Finland?!" Norway demanded. A moment later he was given an answer, with the arrival of the other nation. Finland was breathing heavily and staring at Denmark with a crazed smile spread across his face; a bow was tightly clutched in his hands, with a set of arrows slung onto his back.
"SEE WHAT I MEAN?!" Denmark wailed, clutching onto Norway.
An arrow sailed past their heads, narrowly missing Denmark. Denmark screamed and ducked down; all the reporters let out cries of panic as they stared at Finland in fear (sadly enough, quite a few of them looked eager at the possibility of a new story - after all, how good would "FINLAND GONE CRAZY!" look on paper?).
Norway stood up.
"Finland? What the hell is the matter with you?" he demanded.
The deadly look on Finland's expression disappeared immediately, replaced by a look of intense happiness.
"Hi Norway!" he exclaimed, sounding slightly breathless. His eyes flickered over to where Denmark was hiding and his expression immediately changed back to his previous one. "Denmark..."
Denmark squeaked in fear.
"Finny wants revenge..." Finland breathed, his eyes glinting slightly. "Finny wants sweet revenge..."
"See!" Denmark sobbed.
"What did you do?!" Norway demanded, his voice incredulous. His mind was whirring; what the hell had Denmark gone and done to turn the normally sweet, cheerful nation into...this?!
"Nothing!" Denmark protested. "I haven't done anything!"
Murmurs spread across the crowd of reporters; many were copying down notes. Some were taking pictures. Norway's eyes once again drifted over to his boss, who was whispering to the security guards standing near him.
"Don't worry" Norway called out to them, before they could head over. "It's just Finland - he's harmless -"
At that exact moment, an arrow hit Denmark in the arm.
"OW!" he howled, his face screwing up in pain.
"...Or not" with a cautious glance in Finland's direction - who looked estatic that he had caused Denmark pain - Norway headed over to Denmark and, without a moment of hesitation, yanked the arrow out of his friends arm.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Oh, stop screaming" Norway scowled. "It's just a flesh wound."
"FINNY LIKES!" Finland let out a shriek of excitement and clapped his hands. "FINNY LIKES VERY MUCH!"
"Finland!" Norway whirled around and scowled at the other nation. "Go home for godsake, you sound like a maniac! You're just embarrassing yourself!"
"Why is Norway being so mean?" Finland demanded, his voice wobbling slightly. His eyes narrowed and a scowl stretched across his face.
"If you even THINK about shooting an arrow at me..." Norway warned.
There was the sound of heavy panting, and Sealand came running up to them.
"Did I miss anything?!" he asked, struggling to catch his breath.
"Seriously" Norway's boss said, frowning as he observed the scene. "I think this should be dealt with..."
The security guards took a step forward.
"It's fine" Norway responded, sounding irritated. "I've been dealing with these idiots all my life."
He turned to Sealand.
"Why are you here and why is Finland acting like a psychopath?"
Sealand beamed. "Hi Uncle Norway!" he exclaimed. "Why is Uncle Denmark crying?"
Norway glanced over at Denmark, who was balling his eyes out in large, hysterical sobs. He turned back to Sealand and shrugged his shoulders.
"Ignore him - what happened to Finland?"
"C'bn f'vr."
Norway looked up, surprised at the sound of Sweden's voice. The other nation had arrived sometime after Sealand and now stood to the side, observing the current ongoings with his usual blank expression.
"Yeah!" Sealand agreed, nodding his head. "He spent too much time indoors and went crazy!"
"Is everyone forgetting about the psychopath trying to kill me?!" Denmark shrieked. They all turned to face Finland, who was in the process of loading another arrow onto his bow.
With a small sigh, Sweden walked over and picked up Finland, swinging him over his shoulder in one fluid motion.
"I'll t'k h'm b'ck" he told them.
Norway's eyes drifted over to the over-excited crowd of reporters and to the enraged face of his boss. His shoulders slumped; this was going to be hard to deal with.
Iceland chose that moment to show up.
"Norway!" he cried, panting as he came to stand in front of his brother. "I tried to keep Sweden and Sealand away from the conference, but they just -" his voice cut off and he stared at Finland in surprise. "...Finland? What's going on?"
...
Ukraine was in a terrible mood; who wouldn't be, after finding out that the majority of your country thought that you had gotten a boob job sometime in your life? A woman had even come up to her on the street, asking her where she had gotten her "amazing assets done" and Ukraine, in an effort to keep up her reputation of being a sweet, motherly person, hadn't even been able to insult her.
Now she had to go and speak to her sister, as requested from her brother. She'd love to just go home and ignore everything but...Russia had pleaded with her. And he didn't plead often. It just showed how desperate he was, and Ukraine didn't blame him. Anyway, sometime in the future, if her brother ever decided to declare war on the world, maybe this little nice deed would work in her favour...
She knocked on the door in front of her. When she received no response, she tried the door handle; the door swung open.
She walked inside and immediately caught sight of her younger sister, sitting on a chair across the room and scribbling furiously onto a notepad.
Belarus' head snapped up and she glared, viciously. "What do you want?!" she demanded.
"I need to talk to you" Ukraine told her.
"Go away!" Belarus snapped. "I don't have time to talk to you! I'm busy!"
Walking over, Ukraine pried the notepad out of her sister's firm grip, and glanced down at it. Her brow furrowed as she read the words that headed the page; "ONE WITH RUSSIA!"
"...This is what I need to talk to you about."
"It's my new group" Belarus told her, pride oozing through her voice. "It's called 'One With Russia' ...it's going to help me conquer Big Brother's heart!"
"I know, Belarus" Ukraine sighed.
Belarus perked up. "You mean news of my noble work had begun to spread throughout other countries?"
Ukraine handed the notepad back to her sister, shaking her head. "No, Belarus" she replied, trying to hide the exaperation in her voice. "Russia asked me to come and speak to you. He heard rumours of this and begged me to come and find out whether or not it was true."
"Well, of course it's true!" Belarus exclaimed. "This group will help me marry Big Brother, once and for all!"
Ukraine closed her eyes and mentally imagined slamming her head on a tree a few dozen times. She opened her eyes a moment later, and smiled gently at her younger sister.
"Belarus, stop this" she sighed. "You are only embarrassing yourself - people are talking!"
"Excellent!" Belaus crowed, her face lighting up with delight. "I'll get more publicity that way!"
"Belarus -"
"Now, go away" Belarus went back to scribbling on her notepad. "I'm working on a logo...Ukraine, you know how to sew, don't you? Do you think you could make me a few uniforms for my followers?"
"No!" Ukraine snapped. "This is ridiculous!"
Belarus' head snapped up and she glared coldly at her older sister. Her expression promised intense pain and suffering in the future.
A few moments later Ukraine was lying on the ground outside, with Belarus towering over her.
"Now make me my uniforms or I will declare war on you!" she snarled, before storming back into the house, and slamming the door behind her.
"...I am really not having a good day..." Ukraine sighed.
...
Japan, for the past five minutes, had been staring at the same spot in utter horror.
Why did the world seem to hate him? Why was everything working against him - why couldn't he end up the lucky one, just for once?!
He had been wondering through the forest, trying to put as much distance between him and his brothers as possible, when he had caught sight of the woman, hurrying through the woods with her phone in her hand. A video had been playing on her phone and, from the brief snippets he could hear from whatever had been filmed, it had sounded very familiar.
Very, very familiar.
...A few moments later he had realized that he'd been listening to the conversation shared between him and China, only moments before.
He'd almost cried.
"Why?" he moaned. He'd been so certain that no one had been in the area...how had he missed that woman, standing somewhere nearby and recording them?! And why on earth had she been this deep in the woods anyway?!
With a quiet mutter of "why is my life so shit?" Japan headed back to where China and Korea were.
"Where were you, aru?!" China demanded, when Japan finally managed to find them.
"Wherever you were, it originated in Korea!" Korea declared, beaming widely.
"Shut up Yong Soo!" China spat. "We are in China!"
"China originated in Korea!"
"How does that make any sense, aru?!"
"Would both of you shut up?!" Japan snapped. "I think someone has been filming us!"
"...No, aru!" China wailed, his expression turning distressed. "Did she film Yong Soo?! Yong Soo, why must you continue to ruin my good name?!"
"Who cares about that, you idiot!" Japan snarled. "She could have heard out earlier conversation!" his eyes widened in panic. "No! She could know that I like watching naked anime!"
China frowned. "I still think you never said naked, aru."
"I SAID IT!" Japan howled.
...
AN:
So...Finland is...completely gone...xD Lets just hope he manages to go back to being his sweet, lovable self soon :D
Belarus is back and will probably be getting her own little storyline in this (since you can probably tell, there is many little storylines for each of the characters in this - Finland and his insanity, America breaking into Area 51...)
...Speaking of which, America, Prussia and Canada will be back in the next chapter! :D
Review and tell me what you think of this chapter :D