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This was caused by magic?
The entrance hall was in ruins. The door lay in splinters on the floor, shattered by Conquistador's axe. The walls were covered in long gashes from multiple swords being driven through the wood. The carpeting was torn up and covered in mud.
"What have we got?" Denmark demanded, scanning his ruined hallway.
"Netherlands, Romano, and Luxemburg managed to escape," Norway said, looking up from a black crow perched on his shoulder. "France, China, Hong Kong, Iceland, Finland, America, Canada, England, and Germany are still here and Spain can now be counted amongst our nations."
"We lost three nations," Denmark snarled, leaning on his axe. "Great."
"We still have ten nations," Norway pointed out hopefully.
"We could have had thirteen. Stupid nations," Denmark growled. "How are the wolves?"
Norway winced at the mention of his dear pets. "Pretty beat up," he said. "Whoever did that to them certainly knew how to fight a large animal."
"Dammit!" Denmark let his axe fall to the floor as he strode to the cupboard to retrieve a leather collar. Advancing on the unconscious form of Conquistador, he locked it around the nation's throat.
"Hey, Sve!" Denmark called. "I got something fer ya!" Sweden appeared in the doorway of the hall leading to the bedrooms. He had dragged Hong Kong and Iceland back to their bedroom where they had been joined by China.
"Wh't?" Sweden asked in a bored tone.
"I got ya a nice little pet." Denmark grinned and nudged the unconscious Conquistador with a foot. Sweden approached Denmark to look down at the 'gift'. Suddenly, without a groan or a moan, Conquistador shot upright into a sitting position.
"¿Dónde está nuestro Romano? (Where is our Romano?)" Conquistador demanded angrily.
"Speak English, ya skeeving filth." Denmark planted a boot on Conquistador's chest, pinning him to the floor.
"Release us!" the trapped nation demanded, struggling to free himself.
"I don't think so." Denmark gave him a feral grin and pressed more weight onto Conquistador's chest.
"Release us before we kill you!" Conquistador struck the Viking's leg.
Denmark opened his mouth to retort but Sweden interrupted the argument. "Kn'ck it off, D'n."
"What?" Denmark looked away from his captured prize.
"I said kn'ck it off." Sweden nudged Denmark off Conquistador and dragged the Spanish nation off the floor by his wrist. The ex-empire struggled in Sweden's grip as the Viking dragged him down the hall.
"Where are you taking us?" Conquistador demanded angrily.
"Kn'ck it off, Spain," Sweden commanded softly. "I kn'w you're in th're."
"Spain isn't coming," Conquistador sneered at him. "We are finally free and do not feel like leaving."
"Who 're you?" Swedne glanced back at his new pet.
"We are Conquistador, the killer of the Aztec Empire and ruler of the seven seas."
"C'nquist'dor," Sweden repeated the name slowly. "I've heard of you before. I kn'w you w're a m'rder'r. Th's w'll s'rve you r'ght."
"What are you talking about?" Sweden didn't answer, opening a door and shoving Conquistador into the room. The Spanish nation barely had time to catch himself as he heard the door lock behind him. Struggling to his feet, he turned to Sweden.
"Why did you lock us in here?"
"You're my p't," Sweden explained, moving to the dresser situated at the end of the king-sized bed. He rummaged through the top drawer of the furniture, slipping objects into his coat's pockets.
"Release us!" Conquistador seized the door handle and yanked at it but the door refused to budge. "We are not anyone's pet!"
"Be quiet, C'nquist'dor." Sweden closed the dresser's drawer and turned around, striding toward Conquistador. The Spanish nation backed away to the large window.
"Do not tell us what to do or we will kill you!" Conquistador spun around and punched the window, desperate to escape, but the glass was unyielding.
Slightly annoyed, Sweden seized Conquistador by his hair. The captured nation yelped in surprise and grabbed the Viking's arm, trying to pry him off. Sweden dragged his disobedient pet to the bed and shoved him onto it, kneeling above him.
"What are you doing?" Sweden caught the fists that attempted to punch him, withdrawing a belt from his pocket and wrapping it tightly around the ex-empire's wrists. He bound the wrists to the headboard with another belt.
"Release us, now!" Conquistador struggled, shaking the bed.
"You t'lk too m'ch," Sweden said, standing from the bed and moving back to the dresser to rifle through another drawer.
"You talk funny," Conquistador retorted.
Sweden glared back at his prisoner. "You're about to g't it," he snapped. He preferred the annoyingly happy nation to this rude jerk.
"Do you think a mere Viking would terrify us, the greatest empire ever to exist?" He was both annoying and egotistical . . . great. Sweden wasn't sure if he could take much more of this nation. Where was Spain?
"You're b'ginn'ng to ann'y me," Sweden said, slipping another object into his pocket and closing the dresser drawer.
"If we killed you then you wouldn't be annoyed anymore," Conquistador pointed out logically. Sweden sighed and disappeared into the attacked bathroom, returning with a small glass of water.
"If you d'n't kn'ck it off, I'm going to do s'meth'ng to you th't's n'ver been d'ne b'fore," Sweden said threatingly.
"Nothing you do will scare us," Conquistador scoffed.
"It's n't meant to sc're you."
"Then what are you going to do?" Conquistador sneered at Sweden. "Splash us in the face? That won't bring Spain back."
Sweden didn't answer but set the water glass on the nightstand, sitting on the bed beside Conquistador. Withdrawing an eyedropper from his pocket, the Viking filled it with water and turned back to the bound nation. He held the empire's left eye open as he positioned the eyedropper over Conquistador's head.
"Stop! What are you doing?" Conquistador struggled, sounding scared.
"You should h've l'sten'd." Sweden emptied half of the water into Conquistador's eye, causing the empire to scream and writhe in discomfort.
"Stop it! Stop!" Conquistador screeched. "Don't do that!"
"St'p acting l'ke a spoil'd ch'ld," Sweden retorted, pulling back from the struggling nation.
"Don't tell us what to do!" Sweden sighed and refilled the eyedropper, reaching for the Spanish nation's other eye. "No! NO!" The leather strained as Conquistador struggled harder against his bonds. His eyes watched the eyedropper with both annoyance and fear. Just as Sweden was about to empty the eyedropper once more, Conquistador fell still. The acid green eyes clouded over before clearing into a bright emerald green.
Denmark looked around the entrance hall. The door was destroyed and the walls were covered in long gashes. All in all, it was in shambles. He scowled and looked at Norway.
"What have we got?" Denmark demanded.
Norway looked up from the black crow perched on his shoulder. Denmark recognized it as one of two crows who enjoyed Norway's company.
"Netherlands, Romano, and Luxemburg have escaped," Norway said. "The rest are still here and Spain can now be counted amongst our nations."
"Great, we've lost three nations." Denmark slammed his axe on the ground, resting his weight on it.
"We still have ten other nations," Norway pointed out.
"We could have had thirteen. Stupid nations. How are the wolves?"
Norway winced at the mention of his dear pets. "Pretty beat up. Whoever did that to them certainly knew how to fight a large animal."
"Dammit!" Denmark strode over to the cupboard and grabbed a leather collar, walking to the unconscious form of Conquistador and locked it around his throat. "Hey, Sve," Denmark called. "I got something fer ya!"
Sweden appeared in the doorway. He had been sent to lock Hong Kong and Iceland away until later.
"Wh't?" Sweden asked in a bored tone.
Denmark grinned. "I got ya nice little pet." He nudged Conquistador with his foot. Sweden approached Denmark and stood in front of Conquistador, looking down at him.
Without warning the unconscious Conquistador shot upright. "¿Dónde está nuestro Romano? (Where is our Romano?)" he demanded in a harsh tone.
Denmark planed a boot on Conquistador's chest, pinning him to the floor. "Speak English, ya skeeving filth."
"Release us!" Conquistador demanded, struggling to shove Denmark's foot off.
"I don't think so." Denmark gave him a feral grin and pressed his boot deeper into Conquistador's chest.
Conquistador hit Denmark on the leg. "Release us before we kill you!"
Denmark opened his mouth to retort but Sweden interrupted. "Kn'ck it off, D'n," he said.
"What?" Denmark looked at his fellow Viking.
"I said kn'ck it off." Sweden nudged Denmark off Conquistador and dragged Conquistador up by the wrist. Conquistador lunged forward to strike Sweden but the taller nation stepped back. Sweden turned and dragged Conquistador down the hallway.
"Where are you taking us?" Conquistador demanded.
"Kn'ck it off, Spain," Sweden snapped. "I kn'w you're in th're."
"Spain isn't coming," Conquistador sneered. "We are finally free and don't want to leave."
"Who 're you?" Sweden glanced back at Conquistador.
"We are Conquistador, the killer of the Aztec Empire and ruler of the seven seas."
"C'nquist'dor," Sweden repeated the name. "I've heard of you. I kn'w you w're a m'rder'r. Th's w'll s'rve you r'ght."
"What are you talking about?" Conquistador demanded. Sweden didn't answer but opened a door, shoving Conquistador in, following him and locking the door behind him. Inside the room was a massive bed with a nightstand beside it against one wall and a wardrobe against the other.
"Why did you lock us in here?" Conquistador spun around.
"You're my p't," Sweden said. He moved to the dresser and opened the top drawer, rummaging inside.
Conquistador seized the handle of the door. "Release us! We are not anyone's pet!"
"Be quiet, C'nquist'dor." Sweden straightened up and tucked something into his back pocket, striding toward Conquistador.
Conquistador backed away to the large window. "Do not tell us what to do or we will kill you!" He punched the window, desperate to break free, but the window remained unyielding. Sweden seized Conquistador by the hair and shoved him onto the king-sized bed, kneeling over him.
"What are you doing?" Conquistador struggled to punch Sweden. The Viking seized the empire's hands and pinned them above his head, taking a belt from his back pocket. He wrapped it tightly around Conquistador's wrists and tied them to the headboard.
"Release us this minute!" Conquistador struggled, shaking the headboard.
"You t'lk too much." Sweden stood up and moved back to the dresser, rifling through another drawer.
"You talk funny," Conquistador retorted.
Sweden glared at Conquistador. "You're about to g't it." He really preferred to the annoyingly happy nation to this jerk.
"Do you think a mere Viking would terrify us, the greatest empire ever to exist?" He was both annoying and egotistical . . . great.
"You're b'ginn'ng to ann'y me," Sweden said.
"If we kill you then you won't be annoyed anymore," Conquistador pointed out. He did have a logical point there.
Sweden sighed and walked into the attached bathroom, returning with a small of water.
"If you d'n't kn'ck it off I'm going to do s'meth'ng to you th't has n'ver been d'n b'fore," Sweden said threateningly.
"Nothing you do will scare us."
"It's n't meant to sc're you."
"Then what are you going to do?" Conquistador sneered. "Splash us in the face? That won't bring Spain back."
Sweden set the cup on the nightstand and sat on the bed beside Conquistador. He opened the nightstand's drawer and withdrew an eyedropper. Slowly he filled it with water. Turning back to Conquistador, he held the empire's left eye open as he held the eye dropper above his head.
"Stop! What are you doing?" Conquistador struggled. For once he sounded scared.
"You should h've l'stened." Sweden emptied half of the water into Conquistador's eye. The empire screamed and writhed in discomfort.
"Stop it! Stop!" Conquistador screeched. "Don't do that!"
"St'p acting l'ke a spoil'd ch'ld."
"Don't tell us what to do!" Sweden sighed and refilled the eyedropper, reaching for Conquistador's other eye. "No! NO!" Conquistador struggled harder, watching the eyedropper. He gave in, there was no other choice. Sweden watched as the empire suddenly fell still, his eyes glazing over before clearing back to an emerald green.
"Spain?" Sweden asked, straightening back up.
"A-Amigo?" Spain blinked blearily. His left eye was red with irritation. "Why does my eye hurt?"
"C'nquist'dor caused s'me trouble f'r you," Sweden explained. He set the eyedropper aside and wiped the stream of water and tears from Spain's face.
"H-He came back?" Spain asked, aghast. "Oh no! Where is Romano? Did he see Conquistador? That madman will lock my Romano away for the rest of his life."
"Rom'no is g'ne," Swedne saidtold him.
"Que? And what am I doing here? The last thing I remember was going to talk to Turkey about rescuing Romano and Iceland."
"You c'me to try and free the oth'r n'tions," Sweden explained. "You l'st."
Spain struggled weakly against the belts. "And Conquistador got me captured?"
"Ja." Sweden nodded solemnly.
"What do you want with me?"
"Denm'rk g've you to me as a p't."
"He had no right to!"
"We c'ptured you, he h'd full r'ght to."
"No! Untie me! I will not be someone else's pet!" Spain yanked violently against the bonds causing t. The headboard to rammed against the wall with every pull.
"It seems you'll be need'ng s'me train'ng."
"What are you talking about?"
Sweden didn't answer but rose from the bed. Untying Spain's hands, he stripped the Spanish nation of his shirt, retying the hands once more. He then looped a belt around Spain's waist and tied it to the belt binding his hands together.
Sweden didn't answer but stood up. He untied Spain's hands, stripping off his shirt, and retied his hands in front of him. He then looped another belt around Spain's waist and tied it to the belt binding his hands.
"What are you doing?"
Sweden retrieved another belt and stood behind Spain. "You w'll speak wh'n spok'n to," he said.
"Que?" Spain asked, twisting to see what Sweden was doing.
Sweden raised the belt and brought it down harshly on Spain's back. Pain seared through his back as Spain cried out.
"¡Alto! (Stop!)" Spain criedwailed. out.
"Wh't d'd I s'y?" Sweden belted Spain him again and . Spain cried out, but holdingeld his tongue this time. Sweden lowered his arm. ""See, Spain, if you d'n't dis'b'y me th'n you w'n't g't p'nished." Spain nodded slowly.
"Duktig pojke. (Good boy.)" Sweden ruffled Spain's his pet's hair fondly. "Kom." He walked through a doorway leading into his study.
Spain blinked before speaking nervously. "I-I don't understand."
Sweden sighed and walked back, grabbing Spain by the wrist. "Kom." He dragged Spain into the study. Sitting at the desk, he motioned for Spain to approach. Scared of getting another beating, the captured nation obeyed, his wrists still bound at his waist.
"Sitt." The Viking pointed at the floor beside his chair. Spain slowly lowered himself to the floor, watching as Sweden turned to his paperwork and began working through looked around the study nervously. There was a large desk situated before a window that opened up to the view of a forest. A bookshelf lined one wall while a cupboard sat against another. Sweden sat at the desk and motioned for Spain to come closer. Spain approached the desk slowly.
"Sit." Sweden pointed down at the floor beside his chair. Spain obeyed, watching as Sweden turned to his paperwork and began working through it slowly.
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Groaning, Iceland shifted uncomfortably as he woke up. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the room. Iceland frowned. The bedroom was well lit. Had the power gone out? Turning his head, he froze. He was alone in a room he did not recognize.
"China?" Iceland called out softly. "Hong Kong?" He had been sleeping in the bedroom with the Asian nations and now they were nowhere to be seen. The sensation of cold metal slipped under his long sleeves. Iceland's eyes fell on the shackles locking his wrists together, and trailed a chain to the headboard of the hard bed he lay on. Bolting upright, Iceland struggled against the chains.
"I thought I could trust ya, Ice." Iceland jumped in surprise as Denmark stepped out fo the shadows.
Iceland groaned and shifted as he woke up. Blinking, he froze at the sight of the unfamiliar room. He had been sleeping in the bedroom with Hong Kong and China. They were nowhere to be seen.
"China?" Iceland called out softly. "Hong Kong?" The sound of chains caught his attention when he sat up. His wrists were shackled together and to the headboard of the bed he sat on.
"I thought I could trust, ya, Ice. I guess I can't now." Denmark stepped out of the shadows, surprising Iceland.
"Danmörk?" Iceland tuggedjerked at his shackles. "What's going on?"
"What's going on?" Denmark repeated. "Ya got in the way, Ice. Ya did what ya shouldn't have."
"What do you mean?" Iceland asked. "You were going to capture Belgium. You have enough nations."
"That's true, but now we can't trust any of ya. Not after what ya did."
"Danmörk, please stop this," Iceland pleaded.
"Stop calling me that. Icelandic is not allowed in this house, only Danish." Denmark approached the bed to stand beside Iceland. "You're probably wondering where ya are." Iceland stared at Denmark, dumbfounded. "Well, I'll tell ya where ya are, yer in the basement."
"What? I didn't see a basement door except to that one room." Iceland shuddered at the thought of the torture chamber.
"I know, the door is so well hidden that none of ya would ever be able to find it. Not without our help, at least."
"What are you doing, Danmörk?" Iceland asked.
"Well, I'll give ya a hint."
"And what's that?"
"Ya better relax yer throat fer this," Denmark suggested.
"For what? Gah!" Denmark pinned Iceland's head firmly against his chest, grabbing a thin tube from the small side table beside the bed.
"For what? Gah!" Denmark grabbed Iceland's head and pinned it firmly against his chest. He reached over and grabbed a thin tube off the small side table.
"Danmörk, what are you doing?" Iceland struggled against Denmark. The shackles painfully dug into his wrists when he attempted to grab Denmark's arm.
"I'm making sure ya won't cause any more problems."
Denmark pressed hard firmly against Iceland's jaws, forcing his the younger nation's mouth open. Iceland struggled weakly against the stronger nation, making garbled noises.
"Hold yer breath, Ice," Denmark suggested firmly. "I wouldn't want this going down the wrong pipe."
Seeing no other choice, Iceland inhaled took a deep breath and held it. Tears filled his eyes as Denmark placed the feeding tube in his mouth and began to ease it down his throat with a strange gutlessness. Iceland gagged as the tube was forced down his esophagus. The feeling of plastic rubbing against the walls of his throat was foreignhis , he hated it. The tube was eased down his throat until Denmark was satisfied. Allowing Iceland to close his mouth, Denmark drew the plastic straps on either side and clipped them together behind Iceland's head. He eased the exhausted nation down on the bed.
Denmark place the tube in Iceland's mouth and with a strange gentleness began to push it back into Iceland's throat. Iceland gagged as the tube was forced down his esophagus. The feeling was foreign and he hated it, he wanted it out. Denmark eased the tubed down Iceland's throat until he was satisfied. Allowing Iceland to close his mouth, Denmark drew the plastic straps on either side and clipped them together behind Iceland's head. Eventually he released his grip on Iceland, laying the exhausted nation down on the bed gently.
"Take care, lillebror." Denmark stroked Iceland's hair fondly. The smaller nation just glared at him, unable to talk around the feeding tube in his mouth. Denmark only chuckled and left the room, locking the door behind him.
Iceland tugged weakly at the tube before collapsing back onto the bed. He turned on his side to stare at the wall.
'Please, leave Hong Kong alone.'
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The image of Italy dashing past him danced behind Germany's eyelids. Germany was jerked out of the dream world by a painful prick in his neck. Groaning, he heard footsteps recede as his eyes cracked open. A strange tight feeling surrounded his arms, pinning them behind his back.
"Was?" Germany bolted upright to find himself strapped into a straightjacket. "What is going on? Denmark!" He struggled against the restraints of the straightjacket, ignoring the painful tug at the base of his neck.
"Dan's not here." Norway stepped out of the shadows. "I'd relax if I were you. You might hurt yourself with the I.V." Germany spotted the thing tube trailing from his neck to the stand beside his bed.
Germany woke up to a tight, uncomfortable feeling around his arms.
"Was? What is going on?" He bolted upright to find himself in a straightjacket. There was a small prick of pain at the base of his neck when he moved. "What is going on?" Germany demanded. "Denmark!" He struggled against the restraints of the straightjacket.
"Dan's not here." Norway stepped out of the shadows. "I'd relax if I were you. You might hurt yourself with I.V." Germany spotted the I.V. trailing from his neck to the stand beside his bed.
"Why did you tie me up like this?" Germany demanded, ignoring Norway's warning..
"We can't trust you anymore," Norway explained. "Romano is gone and Iceland showed us you all still have some fighting spirit left."
"So you are locking us all up and drugging us?"
"Weneed to keep track of you, Germany. We can't have you running around and jeopardizing our plans."
"What plans?" Germany pulled at the sleeves of the straightjacket.
"We plan to save the world, Germany. Norway strode forward and took a hold of Germany's head, holding it still and injecting him in the neck with a syringe. "This should help you relax a bit."
Germany glared at Norway resentfully as his body relaxed on its own accord and he collapsed back on the bed.
Germany's body slowly relaxed and he fell back on the bed. "You are not saving the world," Germany told Norway.. "It was your fault America and his brother were bombed."
"No, it wasn't. It was the other countries' faults," Norway said. "If they hadn't done that none of this would have happened.
"If you hadn't started kidnapping nations there would have been no reason to attack the North American brothers. And now they are on the brink of death. What kind of father are you?" Germany asked.
"A far better father than you could ever hope to be," Norway said coldly. He straightened up and left the room, locking the door behind them.
'I remember when that happened to bruder,' Germany thought to himself. His brother had fallen into a coma before he'd been formed into East Germany. 'Worst seven three months of my life.'
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Denmark threw Hong Kong to the ground. Hong The Asian nation Kong caught himself painfully on his forearms as he heard the door slam shut.
"I'm really getting sick of ya, Dårlig Hund," Demark snarled.
"The feeling is mutual, rass," Hong Kong said coldly, sitting up and . He sat up crossing his legs.
Denmark scowled down at him. "No doubt Iceland taught ya that." He seized Hong Kong by the hair. The younger nation grabbed his arm, wincing at the pull on his head..
"And if I said yes?" Hong Kong grabbed Denmark's arm, wincing at the pull on his .
"Then I guess I'll have ta teach him a few lessons." Denmark forced Hong Kong to his feet and dragged him to the bed in the room. He yanked Hong Kong's arms behind his back, binding and bound them with a length of rope.
"Don't worry, Dårlig Hund," Denmark said, shoving Hong Kong onto the bed. "We won't let you ya starve.
"Leave Iceland alone!" The ropes left burns as Hong Kong struggled. "How could you do that to your own brother?" Hong Kong demanded.
"My own brother? He betrayed me, Dårlig Hund, I need ta put him back in his place."
"His place?" Hong Kong repeated. "It is in your arms when he's scared, not collared like some dumb animal and beaten when he is bad. You would have never done this to Iceland before the meeting in Russia."
Denmark's eyes flashed. "I don't know what yer talking about, Dårlig Hund. Iceland is nothing more than a little brother stepping out of line."
"Listen to yourself Denmark." Hong Kong struggled to his knees. "The Denmark I know doesn't act like this. He is kind and compassionate. You are not Denmark. Are you another one of America's alien friends?"
"Alien friends? Are ya telling me they're real? I've never found any reason to believe in such things."
"You mean you don't remember?" Hong Kong asked.
"Don't remember what?"
"You were one of the leaders during the alien invasion forty years ago. Iceland nearly died and you rescued him. You were clutching Iceland sobbing, it took us three hours to get you to let him go. That is the Denmark I know." Hong Kong could clearly remember watching Iceland get shot by a laser gun. He had fallen to the ground gasping as Denmark had charged forward and killed any alien that dared to near his brother.
Denmark's eyes flashed dangerously. "I don't know what yer talking about, Dårlig Hund, but I'd quit before it gets you hurt." Denmark whirled around stormed out of the room, slamming and locking the door behind him.
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"Ohya!" Finland caught himself as Sweden shoved him to the floor of the small room. He turned to look at his old to look at his old friend, he whimpered. "Su-san?" he whimpered. Sweden stared down at Finland coldly.
"Don't you remember me, Su-san? I'm your wife, Finland. We got together after we ran away from Denmark." Finland hated calling himself Sweden's wife, he had never seen their relationship that way, but he hoped it would help.
Sweden only grunted and shut the door, locking it.
"Su-san!" Finland pounded on the door. "Please, open up! Don't forget me, Su-san!"
Receiving no answer, Finland slid to the floor and leaned against the door. He looked dully around the storage room and froze.
"What's this?" Finland crawled to an open book, reading the lines from the page. 'The past is the past, the future will come, now is the present. Allow there to be what once was.' Finland froze and looked reread down at the page carefully. "This was caused by magic?"
Unfortunately.
A/N: Welcome to the world of the Gemini Twins! Where torture consists of dropping water in someone's eye! And Castor names the three wolves Chubs, Chester, and Fudgers. Let's face it, who here actually likes to get water in their eye? It's really irritating.
The last two chapters are important to the storyline. Unfortunately. Yeah, Castor's not happy with me.
*IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ*
We're trying to think of the Vikings' punishments for what they have done. If you have any ideas, let us know!
Onto the random facts!
Hugin and Munin were two crows that flew around the world gathering thoughts and memories and brought them back to Odin.
The oldest tree in the world is recorded at 12,000 years old. It's called "Eternal God" and resides in Redwoods of America and is a sequoias tree. Just like "Hyperion", the tallest tree in America.
The Spanish landed in Mexico during the time of the Aztecs and eventually killed some of the tribes off.
When the American troops landed in France for WWI they went to the grave of Marquis de Lafayette and said "Lafayette, we're here!" Lafayette played a major role in the America Revolution, we owed him a debt.