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A/N: WE ARE NOT JOKING! It is your last chance to send in any requests. The story will be finished soon . . . we think. Thanks to everyone who's stuck around with us for so long! Sorry about the OOC-ness here, but it had to happen.
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This chapter is dedicated to Dalasport.
What?
Iceland struggled in China's arms as he tried to escape but the Asian nation had a firm grip on him.
"Go, now!" Australia shouted. "Run!" He dashed forward, carrying Cyprus over his shoulder. Romania darted forward after him, glancing back sadly at the mansion. Iceland panted madly, his eyes wide with fear and making him look crazy.
"It's alright, Iceland," China assured him as he ran beside his siblings. Ireland and Northern Ireland struggled to support Wales between them.
"Go! I'll be fine!" Wales pushed his brothers ahead of him.
"But-" Ireland began but Wales interrupted him.
"Go!"
Greece stumbled to his knees beside Wales, unable to support himself from loss of blood.
"Greece!" Egypt turned to help him but Green shoved him away.
"You don't need to get caught too," Greece told him. "Go!"
Ireland and Northern Ireland grabbed Egypt's arms and dragged him with them. Egypt glanced back one more time before he started running on his own. He hoped his friend would survive the Vikings.
Greece remained kneeling beside Wales, his whole body tense. The minutes ticked by slowly until the pair of nations were surrounded by snapping and snarling Vargrs.
"We're not going anywhere." Greece glared at the fierce wolf. One Vargr growled and barked while another seized Greece by the back of his jacket.
"Hey!" Greece struggled in the wolf's jaws.
Wales sent a blast of cold air at the Vargr holding Greece. "And I thought Grims were bad," he grumbled. Another Vargr grabbed the wrist of Wales' outstretched hand, snarling a warning at the Celtic nation. Wales glared at the wolf and raised his other hand, stirring up a small tornado. A second Vargr seized that wrist in his own jaws, biting hard enough to leave teeth marks.
"BOREAS!" Wales shouted at the top of his lungs. "HELP ME!"
A winged man appeared above the pair of nations, glaring down at the Vargrs with cold eyes. The Vargrs glared back at the Northern Wind. They knew him well and held no fear, having attacked him many times. A Vargr reached down and took Wales by his cloak, dragging him along the ground after Greece.
"No! Let me go!" Wales struggled in the wolf's grip, hitting the Vargr. "Boreas, stop them!"
The Northern Wind dove down at the pack of wolves. One Vargr reared up and grabbed Boreas by a wing, dragging him to the ground. Boreas dissipated into a fine mist when the Vargr attempted to pin him down.
"No, Boreas! Come back, please!" Wales begged, pounding on the Vargr holding him harder.
The Vargrs dragged the pair of nations back to the mansion, dropping them unceremoniously at Denmark's feet.
"Well, looks like I get two brothers fer the price of one," Denmark said, grinning down ferally at Wales.
"Shut up, you bloody git." Wales glared up at his captor.
"That's not very nice." Denmark dragged Wales to his feet. "Let's go see yer brother, shall we?" He led Wales into the house, leaving the Vargrs to guard Greece, through the halls and into his bedroom. Sweden stood in the room with Scotland pinned under his foot.
"Scotland!" Wales struggled in Denmark's grip.
"Wales?" Scotland struggled to look at his brother. "Shite, I told ye to run!"
Denmark threw Wales to the ground beside his brother where the younger Celtic nation groaned on impact. Norway stood beside a large covered object.
"Are ye going ta set Fenrir on us like ye did last time?" Scotland asked Norway. He could still remember the great black wolf tearing apart villages before Wessex and Mercia had stopped him.
Norway ignored the question, pulling the covering back. Scotland gaped at the sight of his youngest brother kneeling in a large birdcage, eyes wide. His eyes traveled down, stopping at the wings.
"What did ye do ta him?" Scotland asked weakly.
"We did nothing," Denmark said harshly. The Viking grabbed Scotland, dragging his arms behind him roughly and binding them tightly with a length of rope. Scotland winced and struggled in Denmark's grip as he was dragged to a corner far away from England. Denmark took a large cushion off the cough and tossed it in the corner, dropping Scotland onto the cushion. He then withdrew a leash from his pocket and clipped it to a collar, locking the collar around Scotland throat. Norway took the other end of the leash and melded it with the wall.
"Just so ya won't get away," Denmark told the Celtic nation as Norway tied a strip of cloth around Scotland's mouth. Scotland glared at the Vikings, struggling against the ropes.
Denmark turned to Wales. "What should I do with ya?" he wondered aloud. The younger nation scuttled back in fear. "Aw, come on," Denmark crooned, squatting down and holding out a hand. "I'm not going ta hurt ya."
"I-I'm not an animal!" Wales scooted back further.
"Ya sure are acting like one."
Wales scowled at the comment and swiped a hand in Denmark's direction. A blast of wind struck the Viking in the face, nearly knocking him over.
"Why, ya little!" Denmark grabbed Wales and dragged him forward. Wales cried out as the Viking slapped him across the face roughly.
"Leave him alone!" England seized the bars of his cage.
"Shut up, Engel, or I might have ta hurt ya again." Denmark glared at England before dropping Wales on the bed and binding his hands to the headboard. Wales yanked at the ropes in vain as England sank back in his cage. Giving up, Wales inhaled a deep breath and blew it Denmark. The wind missed but caused the ceiling fan to spin at a ridiculous speed.
"What the hell is with ya and wind?" Demark demanded. He withdrew a strip of leather and tied it around Wales' mouth tightly. "Let's see ya blow through that." Wales tossed his head angrily.
"Denmark, you need to stop," England pleaded helplessly.
Denmark glared at England. "Why don't ya keep yer mouth shut," he commanded. "Norge?"
Norway withdrew a strip of cloth and reached for England. The winged nation fell back, pressing himself against the cage.
"Please, don't! Gah!" Sweden drew England's arms back, binding them together. Norway tied the gag tightly in England's mouth, making him wince.
"Let's go," Denmark said. "We've got some stuff ta clean up."
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Iceland lay curled up on the cough, moping silently and wishing for his older brother to help him. If only Norway wasn't crazy right now. The fox glanced up as China sat beside him, holding a plate of food.
"Are you hungry?" the Asian nation asked, offering the plate of food. Iceland sniffed the food softly before laying his head back down on his paws and sighing.
"If you don't eat then you'll get sick," China told him. "It is not good for a . . . growing fox to starve himself." He set the plate in front of the fox.
Iceland barked out a laugh. 'A growing fox? Is that what I've become?' he wondered to himself.
China scratched Iceland behind the ears. "Ireland and Northern Ireland told me they cannot break the spell. Apparently Scotland was the one who did that, aru."
Iceland leaned into the scratching hand. 'Great, now I'm stuck.'
"I am sure once we rescue Scotland he will break the spell in a flash, aru," China assured Iceland.
Iceland groaned longingly then looked at the plate of food. Slowly he began to eat it. 'China's not a bad cook.'
"Did you know Canada had magic?" China asked conversationally, stroking Iceland's tail. The image of a rearing polar bear was still fresh in the Asian nation's mind. Iceland looked up and shook his head. He returned to eating a moment later, flicking his tail lightly. China sighed and stopped petting Iceland.
"I am getting to old for this, aru." The Arctic Fox cocked his head at China, licking his chops from his meal. China smiled down at him and took the plant. "Perhaps I should stop with all this fighting and just relax in a hidden house.
Iceland glanced up at the Asian nation before looking down and pouncing on his foot.
"Aiyah! Iceland, what are you doing?" China asked, setting the plate aside. Iceland wagged his tail happily as he growled at the larger nation. "You want to play?" China stood as he nudged Iceland off his foot. The fox growled again and pounced at his foot once more. "You don't want me to retire, aru?" The Asian nation bent down to scoop Iceland into his arms.
Iceland whined and reached up to lick China's face. The ancient nation laughed as he scratched the fox behind his ears.
"How can I say not to such a cute face, aru?" Iceland nudged against China's hand happily. China smiled down at him. "If only Hong Kong could see you now." Iceland froze, his ears drooping sadly at the thought of his imprisoned friend.
"Do not worry, we will save them, aru," China assured the younger nation. "Why don't we go find Vietnam so she can give you a bath?" Iceland's eyes widened at the word 'bath' and he shook his head violently, snorting in disgust.
"Iceland, you haven't had a bath in a month. You need one," China pointed out, carrying the small fox out of the room. Iceland struggled in his grip, whining and looking up at China pleadingly. "No, Iceland. No matter how cute you look you won't convince me."
Vietnam was found in the kitchen with North Korea, staring out the window sadly. Iceland yipped sadly. Why couldn't Vietnam have been out shopping or something like that?
"Vietnam, could you bathe Iceland for me, aru?" China asked.
Vietnam looked down at Iceland. "I suppose," she said, taking the small fox in her arms and carrying him to the bathroom.
Iceland struggled madly, yowling. 'Maybe she'll leave the door open.'
"Hush, it will be alright." Iceland's ears drooped as Vietnam shut the door behind them. Choosing another approach, he glared up menacingly at the female nation.
"Is that supposed to be scary?" Vietnam asked, amused. She turned the faucet in the bathtub, watching the gush of water.
Iceland panicked, thrashing wildly. 'I don't want a bath!'
"Calm down!" The bathroom door opened and Macau poked his head in.
"Do you need some help?" Macau looked down at Iceland, smiling slightly.
'Leave the door open, leave the door open, leave the door open,' Iceland chanted his new mantra hopefully.
"Yes, thank you." Macau shut the door after himself and took Iceland form Vietnam. His sister turned to retrieve shampoo and a towel from the closet. Iceland hung limp in Macau's hands, glaring at both Asian nations.
"It won't be that bad, Iceland," Macau assured the fox. Iceland thrashed wildly as Macau lowered him into the bathtub. He did not want to be in the water. Macau set Iceland in the water, chuckling at the fox's fear.
"Hold him still while I get him wet," Vietnam commanded, scooping water over Iceland's back as Macau held the fox still. Iceland yowled and shook madly to try and shake the water off him.
The bathroom door opened again. "What are you doing in here?" Northern Ireland asked. "Killing a cat?" Iceland looked up at the Celtic nation for help. Northern Ireland grinned at the sight of the fox in the tub. "I have got to get a picture of this!" He disappeared, shutting door after himself. Iceland stared in disbelief before throwing his head back and giving off a strangled howl.
The door was thrown open once more, hitting the wall. "What is going on? The green bastard just ran past talking about a camera and foxes," Romano snapped. Italy peeked past his brother and giggled.
"Oh, Iceland, you look so silly when you're all we like that," Italy told him. Resembling a wet rat, Iceland growled and lunged out of the bathtub. Macau held him still as Vietnam dumped one last handful of water of his head and the Italy brothers laughed. Northern Ireland returned with a camera and a grinning Ireland.
'No, no, no, NO!' Iceland struggled against his captors. Being a fox was not fun anymore . . . not that it had been in the first place. Northern Ireland snapped a picture of Iceland as Romano grabbed the shampoo. Vietnam stepped back, laughing.
"Why is everyone in the bathroom?" I appeared in the doorway, saw Iceland, and laughed. "Hey, Teufelhund, come here!"
'Oh, hell, no! You guys are not getting into this!' Iceland snapped his jaws on Macau's wrist. His teeth were small and hardly broke the skin.
"What's goin' on?" South asked, popping up behind I. She squealed when she saw the soapy Iceland. "Oh, he's so cute! Where did ya'll find him?" she asked as I massaged his ringing ear. The female ex-nation had been fine after her seizure attack from the bombing. Because she no longer represented the land the attack had little effect on her. But she had been pissed at Russia.
"Norway turned Iceland into a fox," Macau explained as Romano finished lathering the fox up.
"China asked me to give him a bath," Vietnam added.
Iceland snarled and tried to jerk away from Romano. 'I do not need a bath! I'm perfectly fine.'
"Sit still, you silly little bastard," Romano laughed as he scrubbed Iceland's back.
"Kesese, do you think Smokey needs a bath?" I asked South.
"Who's Smokey?" South asked with a cock of her head.
"Your pet bear." I had gotten used to South's question by now. "Hey, Kuma!"
"What?" Kumajirou poked his head into the cramped bathroom. I grabbed the small polar bear and threw him into the bathtub beside Iceland. "What the hell?" Kumajirou struggled but Italy pinned him down. South rushed out of the bathroom, retuning with Smokey and dropping him in the water.
"What the hell?" Smokey demanded, never having this happen to him before. "What am I doing in the water with stupid?"
"Who are you calling 'stupid', dumbass?" Kumajirou snarled.
Iceland took the chance to leap out of the bathtub, still covered in soap suds.
"Gah!" Macau dove after him. "Get the door!" The small fox wove between grabbing hands.
"Why do we need to get the door?" South asked, confused, as Iceland stepped one paw out the door.
"Get that fox!" I shouted, pointing at Iceland.
'Like hell I'm letting you catch me!' Iceland bolted out the door and down the hallway, leaving a soapy trail.
Smokey blinked in surprise. "Wow, what a salmon head."
"Get him!" Vietnam, Macau, Romano, and Italy raced after Iceland. I turned back to Smokey and Kumajirou as Northern Ireland and Ireland followed the soap trail.
"You're already in the bathtub," I reasoned. "So . . ."
"Don't even think about it, ass," Smokey snapped.
"Kesese," I grabbed the shampoo. "Come help me, Teufelhund."
"Okay!" South rolled up her sleeves and knelt beside the bathtub.
"Don't do it!" Smokey shouted.
"Don't listen to the bear, Teufelhund, he really needs a bath."
"I won't!" South giggled happily. It was times like this I admired South the most. How the young ex-nation could be so carefree during such a bad time.
"Come back here, you little shit!" Romano was heard shouting throughout the house.
Iceland raced through the hallways. Spotting the doggy door in the kitchen, he shot forward. Suddenly Japan landed before the doggy door. Something red dripped off a butter knife in his hand. Iceland stared in horror at the knife. What had Japan been doing? Japan licked the knife carefully, making Iceland shiver.
"Japan!" China shouted from the kitchen. "Are you eating jam from the jar again?"
". . . .Maybe," Japan called back, keeping his eyes on Iceland. The fox sighed in relief then jumped when he heard Romano shout.
"There you are!" Iceland dashed out of the room and into the living room. "Australia, catch him!"
"What?" Australia looked up from the newspaper he was reading. "Whoa!" He lifted his feet when a soaking wet fox shot by.
"Dammit Australia!" Romano raced past the Oceanic nation.
Iceland stopped at the front door. 'Dammit, it's closed. Now what?'
"Gotcha!" Romano grabbed Iceland around the middle. "Now you need to be re-shampooed," the Mediterranean nation complained.
'NO!' Iceland struggled in Romano's grip as he was carried back to the bathroom and dropped in the tub. Northern Ireland snapped another picture as his bath was finished. Vietnam wrapped the small fox in a towel. The nations left Kumajirou and Smokey to brawl in the bathtub. No doubt the bathroom was going to look like a pool deck when they were done.
"He's so cute!" Vietnam squealed happily. "He looked like a baby, all wrapped up like this." Iceland glared at the group of nation, baring his fangs and growling. "Don't you know that just makes you look cuter?" Vietnam cuddled Iceland.
Iceland attempted to bat Vietnam away. He managed to escape from her grip, dropping to the ground. The Nordic nation was still for a moment before he started shivering. 'Cold.' He snuggled close to Vietnam's legs.
"You silly little thing!" Vietnam scooped Iceland back up, re-wrapping him in the towel.
"Smile!" Northern Ireland took another picture as his brother sniggered beside him.
"Hey, Australia, do you want to hold a baby?" Vietnam dashed out of the bathroom.
'I will destroy you!' Iceland grumbled to himself.
"A baby?" Australia called back. "When did we get a baby?"
"Poor salmon head." Smokey looked up from holding Kumajirou's head underwater.
'Nooo!' Iceland thrashed madly as Vietnam gently lowered him on his back into Australia's arms.
"Isn't he just cute?" Vietnam asked happily.
"He is, he looks just like a little crocodile." Australia ticked Iceland under the chin.
'Somebody save me!' Northern Ireland took another picture, having followed Vietnam to the living room.
"Hey, Japan!" Australia shouted.
'I will kill you all!'
"Hai?" Japan appeared, holding a jar of jam and a knife.
"You need to see this!" Iceland glared up from Australia's arms.
"Kawaī." Japan leaned over Iceland. Jam dripped from the knife and onto the fox's nose.
Iceland blinked before licking it off. 'That was actually pretty good. I wonder what kind of jam that was.'
"Hey, Japan, isn't that the Lingonberry Sweden gave to you?" Vietnam looked at the jar curiously.
"Hai, it is very good. I think I am addicted," Japan admitted. Iceland jerked up and snapped at the jar.
"Whoa," Australia laughed. "Looks like he likes it." Japan scooped out some jam and held the knife out to Iceland who licked at the jam greedily. The fox sat back on his haunches, his forelegs pulled up to his chest.
Japan smiled and dabbed some jam on Iceland's nose. "Kawaī!"
'What the hell?' Iceland jerked his nose away and licked the jam.
"I know who to give him to," Australia said excitedly.
"Hm?" Japan looked up.
Australia stood up and marched out of the room, searching for someone until he grinned in triumph. "Hey, kid, here." He dumped Iceland into Latvia's arms.
"What?" Latvia looked down in surprise. "Why did you give me a fox?"
"It's Iceland." Iceland glared at Australia before looking at Latvia winkling his nose. Latvia flushed as the small fox stuck his tongue out at him.
"H-Hello, Iceland." Latvia smiled down at the small fox nervously. Iceland huffed and plopped his head on Latvia's arm.
"Has anyone seen Iceland?" China called throughout the house. Iceland's ears perked up.
"Why do you want him?" Australia asked.
China was heard outside the door. "I gave him to Vietnam for a bath. She told me he's wreaking havoc."
"Nah, Latvia's got him." Iceland growled and looked up at the small nation. Latvia smiled nervously and released the smaller nation.
"If Sealand saw you he'd probably try to claim superiority over you," Latvia said.
Iceland's ears drooped. 'Shit, I didn't think of that.'
"O-Oh! Please don't be sad!" Latvia patted Iceland on the head.
"JAPAN!" China was heard shouting. "QUIT EATING JAM!"
'Jam?' Iceland looked up, glancing at Latvia. 'I want jam.' Latvia blinked and smiled down at the fox.
"Get back here, Japan! That is not good for you, aru!"
Japan appeared in the doorway of the room and spotted Iceland. Racing over, he set the half full jar of Lingonberry jam on the table and disappeared through another door.
'Idiot!' Iceland hopped up on the table and stuck his face into the jar of jam, licking at the fruity substance.
"ICELAND!" Iceland looked up, his face was bright red from the jam.
"Now you need another bath!" China groaned.
'What? Hell no!' Iceland shot off the table and bolted out the door. 'You will never catch me!'
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Denmark dragged Taiwan by the wrist down the dark hallway, Korea slung over his shoulder.
"Let me go, you bastard!" Taiwan demanded, struggling against Denmark as tears formed in her eyes.
"Hn . . ." Korea stirred, groaning as he woke up.
"Shut up, Pige (Girl.)" Denmark growled and yanked Taiwan forward.
"What is going on, da-ze?" Korea squirmed slightly. "North?"
"Sit still, Skvat, (Wimp,)" Demark snarled.
"What? Denmark! No, let me go!" Korea shouted, kicking at Denmark.
"I said sit still!" Denmark hosted Korea further up his shoulder. "All of ya are brats and all ya do is whine."
Korea sniffled, looking at Taiwan balefully. "Aniki," he whimpered.
Denmark kicked a door open and shoved Taiwan into the room. "Let's see how ya like that, Pige."
"Bastard!" Taiwan caught herself on the ground, wincing.
"Taiwan!" Korea called out.
Denmark slammed the door shut and locked it, moving onto the next one. Walking into the room, he lowered Korea on the bed.
"W-What are you going to do with me?" Korea looked up Denmark with tears in his eyes.
"This." Denmark flipped Korea over, ignoring the Asian nation's cries. Pulling Korea's arms back, he looped a rope around Korea's upper arms, tightening it to his satisfaction. Next, he forced Korea's arms into a position where his hands were near his elbows, binding them together. Taking another length of rope, Denmark slipped it around both ropes and pulled it taut so that the Korea's wrists were drawn upwards.
"What are you doing?" Korea struggled weakly.
"Ya do that and ya might just pop a bone out," Denmark warned. "Ya won't cause so much trouble like this." The Viking straightened up and left the room, locking the door.
Denmark continued down the hallway, stopping and checking into every room.
Bulgaria's wrists and ankles had been bound together. The rope tied around his wrists had been hooked to the ceiling, hanging the Balkan nation by his arms. Bulgaria had screamed and cried in pain during the first few hours of his imprisonment. Eventually, though, his cries had died down to whimpers and then to silence. The nation stared at the door with blank eyes, tear tracks running down his cheeks. Norway had stopped by and placed a stool under Bulgaria. The Balkan nation could stand on his toes, helping to relieve the pressure and keeping him from suffocating.
Turkey was bound to his bed spread-eagle by his wrists and ankles. His treasured mask had been removed and placed in plain view. The Mediterranean nation had sworn Denmark three ways to Tacoma.
New Zealand had the probably the kindest form of imprisonment. The Oceanic nation was trapped wearing a collar and leash chained to a hook on the floor. The leash only allowed three feet of movement for the nation. New Zealand had spent his entire time moping while staring at the wall.
Greece had been forced into a kneeling position. Metal chains had been melted into the floor and strapped over his calves and thighs, trapping him to the floor. A rope was looped around his shoulders and his waist and his wrists were bound near his shoulders, his arms crossed. The nation had been silent the whole time.
France, like Taiwan, had been mercifully thrown into a room and locked in.
Denmark stopped at another door, peering in. "How's it going?" he asked.
Norway looked up from where he stood. "It appears I mistook the spell," he told Denmark. "It doesn't matter, though, everything is fine.
Denmark strode over to look down. Finland lay encased in an icy coffin. His eyes were closed, the movement of his chest was barely visible.
"He looks like he could be dead," Denmark said softly.
"Idiot, he's only sleeping. The cold has just gotten to him, is all. He's almost turned blue from the looks of it." Norway was right. Finland's skin had taken on an unhealthy blue tinge.
"How long will he stay like that?" Denmark asked.
"I don't know. I guess I'll have to look it up."
"You do that." Denmark clapped Norway on the back and left the room, heading for two more.
Opening the door, Denmark peeked in. A stream of light was cast over the still form. America was propped against the wall. Heavy chains pinned his chest, waist, arms, and legs to the floor and wall. The young nation's eyes were covered in a dazed glaze. He was unaware of his surroundings form the drugs Norway had given him.
Denmark shut the door and went to check on Canada, on the other end of the hallway. Norway had forced the nation out of his polar bear form before they'd chained him up like his brother. Denmark was shocked when Canada's eyes flicked to him lazily.
"F-Far . . ." Canada's voice was broken, sounding tired.
"Go back ta sleep, Ahorn." Denmark shut the door quickly. He didn't want the young nation to try and convince him he was someone else again. It had been bad enough when they'd been tying him up.
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Antarctica chuckled at the sight of Blizzard chasing after Sealand, snapping at him. The micro-nation had pulled yet another prank on the penguin and was now facing the repercussions.
"Call him off!" Sealand leapt onto a table. Blizzard stopped and squawked angrily at him.
"Maybe you should learn to stop pestering him like that," Antarctica suggested.
"What else are we supposed to do?" Sealand demanded. "Molossia's still in a coma and we've played every game in the world." Blizzard eventually abandoned his attempted, waddling away, and Sealand clambered off the table.
"Well, I'm sure we can come up with some new games."
"Ja," a voice said behind them. "Like this one." Antarctica and Sealand spun around in surprise to see Denmark, Norway, and Sweden standing in the doorway.
"How did you get in here?" Antarctica demanded.
"Simple, we waltzed in." Denmark bared his teeth in a feral grin.
"P-Papa?" Sealand backed away fearfully.
"C'me h're, Seal'nd," Sweden said, gesturing to Sealand.
"N-No! You're not yourself." Ladonia appeared in the doorway, freezing at the sight of the Vikings.
Sweden sighed as Denmark drew his battle axe. "Let's play, shall we?" The tall Viking charged forward. Antarctica grabbed the axe, meaning to throw Denmark, but the Viking swung Antarctica into a wall easily.
"How?" Antarctica stared at Denmark in shock.
Denmark smirked and crouched to be level with the continent. "Right now, our territories add up to be even bigger than ya. Yer no chance against us." Denmark slammed the handle of his axe on Antarctica's head. The continent collapsed with a groan of pain.
Ladonia's eyes flicked to his laptop across the table. He would have to pass the Vikings to reach it. His eyes met with Sealand who gave the slightest nod.
Denmark straightened up, looking around the room. "Get them." Sweden rushed forward and grabbed Ladonia around the waist.
"No!" Ladonia struggled against the stronger nation. "Sealand! Please!" Sealand rushed to the table and hit the power button of the laptop. Ladonia disappeared in a flash of light. Sweden glared at Sealand as he strode forward quickly. Sealand raised the laptop above his head and threw it at the floor with as much force as he could. Sweden was quick to dive and catch the laptop before it broke. Straightening up, he hoisted Sealand under arm like a child.
"No! I'm sorry, Ladonia! I tired!" Sealand kicked violently.
"What's going on?" Wy and the Hutt River appeared in the doorway. Norway grabbed both micro-nations by their arms as Denmark returned to the room dragging Kugelmugel and Seborga.
"No! NO! This wasn't supposed to happen!" Kugelmugel dug his feet into the ground as Seborga struggled.
"Get over it," Denmark snapped. "We're here now and yer coming with us."
"You're not my papa!" Sealand struggled. "I won't go with you."
"You d'n't h've a choice, Seal'nd."
"Sweden, please remember," Sealand begged. "You're not a bad guy!"
"Kn'ck it off, Seal'nd."
"I want jerk England," Sealand whimpered.
"Be quiet!" Sweden gave Sealand a shake before Denmark turned around.
"Load them into the boat. Make sure they can't get away. We'll get Antarctica and Molossia when we finish them." Sweden grunted and followed Denmark and Norway out the door, carrying Sealand.
"Ya know, it's funny," Denmark commented. "They thought they could defeat us. But look at us, we're stronger than they'll ever be."
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Iceland sat on the table before Ireland and Northern Ireland. The brothers had agreed to try and break the spell after China had begged them. A large tome sat on table, the brothers bent over it. They had found a spell they thought would work.
"Okay . . . this should work." Ireland cracked his fingers as Northern Ireland finished drawing the circle around Iceland.
'Get on with it!' Iceland twitched his tail in annoyance.
Ireland checked the circle one last time before he started chanting in an old, forgotten language. White light filled the room, blinding the nations. Ireland stumbled back and tripped over a chair.
A form straightened up in the smoke that had been produced after the light. Iceland coughed softly.
"Did it work?"
Ireland gaped at his head. "Uh-oh." That was why Scotland never let any of them try to reverse spell. Northern Ireland stifled a giggle.
"What?" Iceland felt the top of his head and froze. Was that a fox ear twitching in his hair? Spinning around, he spotted the white fox tail protruding from the seat of his pants.
Ireland bit his lip, waiting for Ireland's reaction.
"I'll kill you all!"
Uh-oh.
A/N: It turns out that foxes were the only native mammal to Iceland before we brought other mammals there. ~Thanks, Dalasport!
Grims were great black dogs that haunted graveyards. They're from English folklore.
Fenrir was an evil wolf from Norse mythology. He aided in the occurrence of Ragnarok.
Lingonberries are from Sweden! Please, don't lick knives. That's dangerous.
And don't try to give a fox a bath, either!