Hey guyzzzz! Chapter 3 is here, with the one and only, SANTA! Deviantart is GamerGirl829, look at it. Check the bottom for my new fav song, which you all must look at. Or else.

Enjoy~

"First on ze totally-awesome list of victims: Finland!" Prussia announced matter-of-factly to his friends. This had at first seemed like a good idea, but it turned out to be more difficult than they had originally thought. They had no idea how to figure them out, so they were going to have to rely completely on appearance and luck. Hopefully karma wasn't in on their little bet, or they'd really be screwed.

"Hmm what could the dude be afraid of? He's a small guy, and he seems harmless. Maybe it's thunder or something!" America was having just as much trouble as Prussia, thinking of any factor that could help them discover the truth.

"Guys, really, you can do better. He's, like, five hundred years old or something and went through the goddamn Viking Age! I doubt he'd be scared of something so common back then."

Denmark had a point. Their options were limited, and they'd have to be creative and put the Finn on the spot to figure it out, like they had with the Dane. After a few more minutes of contemplating the possibilities, they realized they were wasting precious time and decided to find him first. America and Prussia led the way with Denmark behind them, as he was the one who already knew the answers to their prayers. It was just more fun to watch them attempt to figure it out on their own.

Finland was in the kitchen, cooking dinner and talking to Sweden. He chattered on and on about some licorice he found at the store, apparently called "salmakki." Prussia slipped in and walked behind the Finn, before placing his hand on the smaller man's shoulders. He jumped, startled by the sudden unexpected action. "Oh! Hello there, Prussia, America. Can I help you with anything? I was just talking to Su-san about my favorite food, salmakki, having a sale at th-"

"Dude, we know. We've been here for a few minutes, and the way you blab on and on, we could hear one of my President's speeches in fifteen minutes or so!"

Finland pouted at that. It wasn't his fault he talked a lot, after all. That's just who he was, and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. "Anyways, what did you two want from me?"

"Well, you see, zere is zis little bet between us awesome people to find out wha-"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKK~ S-SU-SAN! L-LOOK, ON T-THE CEILING! IT'S AFTER ME!" He screeched, sounding like a little girl, and cowered, trembling, behind the tall Swede. He shakily pointed a finger towards the ceiling, where a small spider crawled aimlessly around. It kind of reminded America of when they were all drunk and trying to walk properly. Ah, good times.

"Oho! So ze little guy is scared of ze spider, hmm?" Prussia walked over to Finland and forced him a bit closer to the bug, where he screamed bloody murder and had a panic attack.

"YEA AND, OH GOD IT'S GETTING CLLLOOOOOOSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEERRRRRRR!"

America smirked before grabbing the newspaper, completely unsuspiciously laying handy on the table, rolling it up, and smacking the spider with it. The spider twitched and started scurrying in an even more crazed fashion, before America's boot came flying onto its head, never to see another day. Denmark stared impressed at the quickness to their discovery, knowing that in truth it was only by mere chance that a spider would be there. Still, he had to admit that they did a good job at getting the truth out of people.

"Well, now zat ze little fiasco is over, we'll leave you to get back cooking."

"Ok, thank y-you for killing it, Prussia, America."

They turned on their heel to walk out the door before hearing a deep, slightly menacing voice. "N' y'r n't. Y'u g't sp'd'r g'ts 'n m' p'per. W's doing a p'zzle, s' n'w y' m'st p'y."

They thought for a moment, trying to translate what Sweden said before America began shaking. ":No you're not. You got spider guts on my paper. I was doing a puzzle, so now you must- oh god, RUN!"

They dashed out the door and behind a tree. Breathing heavily, they looked thankfully at each other, before realizing Denmark was right there. "Hm, nice job guys. You did better than I originally thought. So, who's next on the master list? Sve? That'd be fun." To his disappointment, they warily shook their heads. "Are you nuts, dude? He almost killed us back there! No fucking way am I going back there for a while!"

While this happened, Prussia payed close attention to the discussion. Why did Denmark suggest Sweden now? Why couldn't he be later? Was his fear only possible to notice later, or was this just mere chance? Why am I suddenly thinking so much?

Like I said, explanation! Finland's fear of bugs is a toughie to explain. I originally picked it just because he looked so small and helpless, and Sweden just had to do the puzzles in a newspaper. That's a really crappy explanation, though, the others are better. (Well, except for Iceland's, his reason is just as bad as this.)

SO! Any spider-scared fans out there? Don't worry, I'm one of you! Not just spiders though, I'm terrified of ALL bugs. Bees, spiders, even ants! I have another fear, same as Icey's, which you'll find out soon! I'm saving the best character ever for last with 2 parts, so if you want to find out who that is, find GamerGirl829 on deviantart and look at my fav character!

This story is actually my best story yet! (To me anyways!) Hasta La Pasta, everyone~

(PS My new favorite song is called Konungens Likfärd. Look it up. God help me, it's in Swedish and it's heavy metal. WTF HAPPENED TO MEH?)

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