Poland was the first to back away, his eyes filled with horror.
"F-f-finland," he stuttered. "Like - oh my god, you look like a total psycho -"
"Poland!" Lithuania hissed, shooting him a warning glance. Poland glanced back, a hint of indigence slipping through the fear.
"Well he does!" he shot back.
"Sh't up," said another voice, reminding them that Finland wasn't the only psychopath in the area. Sweden narrowed his eyes at them, looking annoyed.
"Why is everyone like, totally dissing me for like, stating the obvious?!" Poland flung his arms in the air, looking frustrated.
Finland smiled at the group in front of him, coldly. "You thought you could keep Finland tied up," he laughed. "NO ONE can keep Finland tied up -"
"Mama!" Sealand shot him a desperate look. "Come on, stop looking at us like that! It's...it's us!"
"Brat!" Finland's expression darkened. "Shut up!"
"But -"
"I said shut up!" With the same dark expression plastered across his face, Finland began to pace. "You're all traitors - just like Denmark -"
"I like, totally don't even know what's going on!" Poland wailed in distress. Immediately Finland's head snapped in his direction.
"...That's not normal..." Lithuania muttered.
"You think I care that you don't know what's going on?!" Finland's eyes flashed dangerously. "No one can keep Finland tied up! Finland will have revenge!"
"Like, oh my god," Poland wailed, "he's referring to himself in like, third person!"
"Yes Poland," Lithuania sighed.
"Like, everyone run!"
"Now d'nt panic," Sweden told them, slowly. "Ev'rythin' will be -"
His voice trailed off and his eyes widened. For a moment he - along with the rest of the group - stared at Finland with wide eyes.
To be more specific, at the axe in Finland's hands.
"Where did you get an axe from?" Sealand stammered, taking a step back in horror.
Finland let out a loud, hysterical laugh. "You'd be surprised about what you can buy of the street." Smiling, he stroked the blade of the axe.
"...We're going to die," Lithuania whispered.
"I'm like, too young and perfect to die!" Poland wailed. "Like, TOTAL SOS! SOMEONE SAVE ME!"
"Papa?" Sealand stared at Sweden with wide eyes. "What are we going to do?"
Sweden stared at Finland, his eyes unblinking.
"Papa -"
"R'n."
The soft response said by Sweden was all the instruction they needed. Without a moment of hesitation they went running off in the other direction, towards a stretch of forest that really didn't look too inviting.
Oh well...anything was better than staying with Finland.
"YOU CAN'T ESCAPE FINNY!" Finland shrieked, chasing after them with a mad grin stretched across his face.
"Like, somehow it makes me want to like, pee my pants when he talks like that." Poland's expression darkened. "Totally not cool."
...
Lithuania came to an abrupt halt, struggling to catch his breath.
"So," he panted, "I think we lost him -"
"FINNY WILL HAVE HIS REVENGE!"
"...Or not..." His expression fell.
"He sounds like he's a bit back," Sealand said, in-between heavy breaths. "That should give us enough time to outrun him, right?"
Sweden looked thoughtful.
"Papa?" Sealand glanced at him. "What do you think?"
For a moment there was no reply. Then, in a firm voice, Sweden replied, "I th'nk we need t' go b'ck."
Everyone stared at him, looking shocked.
"Like, WHAT?!" Poland shrieked.
"We c'nt leave Fn'lnd here," Sweden said. "We have t' get him."
Lithuania looked horrified. "Sweden," he protested, shakily. "I don't think that's the best idea -"
Sweden's head snapped towards him and he stared through narrowed eyes. Lithuania's voice trailed off and he lowered his eyes to the floor.
"Papa!" Sealand cried. "We can't go back! He'll kill us!"
Sweden's eyes narrowed further. "Th'ts a ch'nce we'll h've to t'ke," he growled.
"Like, no way!" Poland snapped, his head whizzing from side to side in frantic movements. "You can like, do that if you want! I'm like, totally out of here!"
Sweden's head snapped around to stare at him, his eyes glinting dangerously. Poland swallowed heavily, the fire leaving him.
"Or like, not..." he muttered.
"Sweden," Lithuania said, his voice trembling. "What do we do? Finland has an AXE for godsake! What do we have?!"
Poland leaned towards him and, keeping his voice low, said, "like, maybe if we sneak off -"
"Papa, Poland wants to sneak off!"
Poland shot a vicious glare in Sealand's direction. "Like, shut up midget!" he snapped. "I like, totally never said that!"
"Would b'th of y' shut up?" Sweden growled.
"Guys, maybe we should get a move on," Lithuania murmured, his eyes nervously inching backwards. "I can actually hear Finland's footsteps now -"
"We need t' g't him," Sweden muttered, cutting him off.
Sealand shot Sweden a desperate look, shaking his head wildly. "Papa, no!" he cried. "We'll come back for him or something - I don't want to die -"
"I can hear you, Sealand!"
At the sound of Finland's voice, everyone froze. Horrified glances were shared between the group, save for Sweden, who stared calculatingly in the direction of the voice.
"I like, think I wet my pants," Poland moaned.
"...St'rt movin'."
Simultaneously, everyone turned to stare at Sweden.
"Well, c'm on th'n," he responded, stiffly.
"...What?" Lithuania stared at him, looking bewildered.
"I'll like, never understand that guy," Poland muttered.
Finland chose that moment to appear, abruptly stopping any further line of conversation. Sweden whirled around and took of running in the other direction, grasping Sealand tightly and pulling him along behind him. After a few brief moments of staring, Poland and Lithuania followed in hot pursuit.
"Where are we running?!" Lithuania howled, refusing to look behind him in fear of what he would see.
"T' my house!" Sweden called back.
There was a brief pause.
"Papa, is that a joke?" Sealand choked, struggling to breathe as he ran beside the other nations. He received no reply.
"Your house is miles away!" he cried, shooting a desperate glance at Sweden.
Once again, there was no answer.
"This is like, my worst nightmare," Poland whimpered.
"I don't understand," Lithuania panted from beside him. "Why are we going there?"
"D'nt ask questions," was Sweden's answer.
"But Sweden -" Lithuania struggled to speak through heavy pants. " - I really don't -"
Sweden (looking surprisingly unaffected by the run) swiveled his head around and shot Lithuania a threatening look.
"WAIT FOR FINNY!"
Everyone jumped as a familiar voice sounded from behind them.
"Like, oh my god, I peed myself again!" Poland moaned.
"I don't understand any of this!" Sealand wailed.
Sweden shot them all glares. "St'p askin' questions!" he snapped.
Lithuania glanced behind him briefly, struggling to see if Finland was close behind him or not. The area behind him was empty - he supposed that was some sort of relief.
...Wait, what was that figure in the distance? Dammit.
"How much longer?" he asked, panting heavily.
"You really don't want to know," Sealand responded, shuddering slightly.
...
An hour later found them hiding behind a cluster of trees, all panting heavily (well all except for Sweden).
"Like, what did I ever do to deserve this?" Poland wailed. "Like, why me?! I feel like a total retard!"
"Shut up," Sealand snapped, struggling to breathe.
"Sweden - please tell us," Lithuania moaned, shooting a desperate look in the other nation's direction. "Why are we doing this?"
Sweden didn't answer, staring blankly ahead of him.
"Sweden!"
"C'nt drag him home," he sighed. "He's too mad."
Poland rolled his eyes. "Like, tell us something we don't already know!"
Sweden shot him a brief glance and Poland wilted, lowering his eyes to the floor.
"This way we're luring h'm home," Sweden explained, dragging his eyes away to look at the group as a whole. There was a brief pause.
"...Oh." Lithuania blinked. "Well that...actually makes sense..."
A branch cracked behind them.
Poland let out a pitiful moan, his eyes widening comically. "Like, why does it have to be so painful?!"
Sealand shot a horrified look in Sweden's direction. "We...we have to start r-r-running again?" he stammered.
Sweden nodded. Sealand let out a choked sob; Poland joined in.
Lithuania looked like he desperately wanted to join in.
"C'm on," Sweden sighed.
...
"So, uh..." Spain shot a glance at Romano. "You've been quiet..."
Romano's head shot up and whipped around. He shot Spain a deadly glare.
"What was that?" he spat. "I thought I told you to shut up!"
Spain lowered his head slightly. "My little Romano is so mean to me!" he whimpered.
"Oh, shut up," Romano snapped, glowering viciously at the wall. "Why can't you just go home?!"
"Reporters," Spain responded, shuddering slightly. "They're everywhere. At least this way we can battle our way through the crowds together."
"Stop!" Romano shot him another glare. "It's you saying shit like that, that turned us into Europe's newest fucking vomit-worthy lovebirds!"
An excited smile spread across Spain's face. "Oh Romano!" he crowed. "I knew you'd eventually admit to it!"
"Bastard!" Romano spat. "I didn't admit to anything!"
"The world would say otherwise."
Romano's expression darkened further. "You did that, bastard!" he howled. "Go back to your own fucking house!"
A sound from upstairs halted any further conversation. Both nations froze as the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway.
"...Did you invite some guests over?" Spain inquired, shooting Romano an inquisitive look.
"No you bastard," Romano spat. "I didn't invite anyone over! You won't leave me the hell alone, how could I have invited anyone over without you knowing?!"
Spain frowned. "Then who's in the house?"
Romano blinked.
"...Shit," he sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I'm going to have to relocate, aren't I?"
"Have no fear, mon chers, it is only me!" cried a voice and, a moment later, France bounded into the room, a large smile spread across his face.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me," Romano moaned, as Spain let out an excited squeal. "It's not enough that I have to deal with him. Now you're back?!"
"Wait!" Spain's smile faded. "You abandoned us to those reporters!"
"Yes, well..." France let out an awkward laugh. "Well you see...uh...it was all part of my uh plan - yes that is right!" He nodded his head enthusiastically. "It was all part of my plan to reveal to the world the love that you two share!"
Spain's expression brightened. "Oh France!" he gushed. "You're such a great friend!"
Romano let out a series of curses.
"Yes, well..." Wandering over, France threw himself onto a nearby chair and let out a dramatic sigh. "I had to sneak in through your bedroom window - you might want to get some new glass, by the way."
"Bastard!"
" - Yes as I was saying, the reporters are still swarmed around the door. Someone really needs to do something about those people - I wonder how long we can survive before starving to death?"
"We still have plenty of food," Spain responded, waving a hand dismissively.
"I have plenty of food," Romano snapped. "You have nothing, bastard!"
"Besides," Spain continued, ignoring the comment. "It's not like we can die."
"Don't ignore me!" Romano leapt up, his fists clenched. "And you! He whipped around to stare at France. "Why did you have to come here?!"
"I was staying with England," France responded. "He kicked me out - Prussia is busy with America and some fellow named...Candora? No, that doesn't sound right..." He frowned and shook his head. "Anyway, your's was the next house I thought of."
Spain frowned. "Wait, why did England kick you out?"
"A stupid reason really - you know how England is." France waved his hand, dismissively. "It's all on youtube if you're really curious."
...
AN:
Okay, sorry for the delay. I'll try to update sooner next time.
I hope you enjoyed this though - aaaaaaaaaand the secret of how the secret of the nations came out (haha xD) will PROBABLY be coming out in a few chapters (then again, I'm not a hundred percent sure...but it WILL be coming out eventually, I haven't completely forgotten about what this story is about xD).