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What now?
Denmark stared down at the group of small groups of nations they had managed to capture. It wasn't as many as he would have liked, not to mention they hadn't been able to catch Iceland. South shifted slowly, groaning as the drug wore off. Ireland was squirming like a snake, alternating between sending Denmark death glares and his younger brother worried glances.
South opened her eyes, flinching in the bright light, and looked around the room in confusion.
"Prussia?" South called nervously. Unable to speak through his gag, Prussia cast South a sad look.
"Yer really pretty," Denmark commented, squatting before South and taking her chin in his hand.
"Mph!" Prussia struggled against his bonds, the handcuffs digging into this wrists. No way was a Viking going to touch his girlfriend like that! Denmark ignored the angry sounds coming from the ex-nation.
"Who do y'all think you are, anyway?" South demanded, glaring at Denmark. Her usually happy blue eyes had turned an unrecognizable stormy gray.
"Well, I'm Danmark," Denmark said as he released South's chin. "That's Norge and Sve." He nodded to his fellow Vikings. "Is it true yer the Confederate States of America?"
"I didn't know you could say that long of a word," South sneered. Denmark's eyes flashed angrily and seized the female ex-nation by the throat. Prussia lurched forward angrily, unable to aid his girlfriend.
"Ya want ta repeat that, girly?" Denmark asked in a dangerous voice.
South hissed in pain and spit in the Nordic nation's face. "Let me go and we'll go a few rounds," she suggested. "You won't last long against someone like me. After all, I've more experience fighting'."
"Are ya saying I don't know how ta fight?" Denmark demanded.
"I don't know, did I?" South flashed a grin as feral as Denmark's. "I won two days of Gettysburg. I'm sure I can take you on."
"I don't think I like yer attitude." Denmark seized South by the front of her shirt, dragging her toward him.
"I don't like your breath." And with that, South sunk her teeth into the base of Denmark's neck. The taller nation howled in pain as he tried to force her to release him. Prussia smirked, knowing how sharp his little Teufelhund's teeth were. Sweden and Norway dashed forward, forcefully prying South off her prey.
"Sve," Denmark said in a strained voice, holding his bleeding neck and glaring at South. "Get the dog and Prussia out of here."
Sweden slung Prussia over his shoulder and hoisted South under his arm like a sack of potatoes. The female ex-nation thrashed violently in the Viking's grip.
"The rebel ain't goin' down without a fight, Denmark," South shouted. "The next time I see you I'll kill you, you damn yaller dog. That's a promise!"
'R-Rebel?' America's voice echoed faintly through South's head.
South paused in her struggled. 'Yankee? That you?' she called back, watching the passing doors suspiciously.
' . . . Y-Yes . . . so tired.' South could hear her older brother's conscious slowly fading away.
'They haven't done anythin' to you, have they?' South asked her brother desperately.
'I don't know . . . I can't think straight,' America admitted tiredly.
"I'll kill you, you damn yaller dogs!" South howled at the ceiling, knowing those damn Vikings could hear her.
Sweden ignored the threat as he opened a door and threw South into the room. The ex-nation swore as she hit the cement floor. The door to the room was slammed shut and locked behind Sweden. Prussia stared at the door forlornly before struggling violently in the Viking's grips. Sweden grunted as he attempted to keep his hold on the ex-nation.
"S't st'll," Sweden ordered. "D'n't m'ke th's any h'rder on yours'lf."
Prussia ignored the demand and continued to thrash wildly until Sweden stopped before another door. Opening the door, Sweden threw Prussia to the ground. The German ex-nation hit the floor hard, his head connecting with the cement. Prussia rolled over with a groan to glare at Sweden. The Viking hesitated for a moment before slamming the door shut and locking it.
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The door to Denmark's bedroom collided with the wall as it was thrown open. The three bound Celtic nations looked up to see Denmark, Norway, and Sweden carrying Ireland and Northern Ireland. Scotland struggled violently, making furious sounds as England and Wales watched their brothers helplessly.
"Put them over there," Denmark ordered, motioning to the bed. Sweden and Norway untied their prisoners and retied their arms around the bedposts at the foot of the bed. "Ya know, we've got the full set now," Denmark commented. "I have ta wonder . . ." He looked between the five brothers with interest.
"Please, let us go!" Northern Ireland begged as he yanked at the ropes, tears brimming in his eyes.
"Do ya think ya can do it, Norge?" Denmark asked, ignoring Northern Ireland's pleas.
Norway nodded, seeming to have read his brother's thoughts. "I believe I can." He crossed over to the cage and plucked a feather from England's wing. The island nation flinched, watching warily as Norway moved to the center of the room. His older brothers watched the Viking cautiously, wondering what he could be up to.
Norway began chanting in Old Norse, cupping the feather in his hands as though it was made of glass. A dark smoke wafted off the feather and washed over England's four older brothers. Denmark watched them with his arms cross, smirking. England's eyes widened at the shouts of pain he heard from his brothers. He lurched forward in his cage helplessly.
As the smoke cleared Denmark grinned at the sight of England's brothers. Wales collapsed back on the bed, covered in sweat and shaking. Large brown wings were crumpled against the sheets under the Celtic nation's weight.
"I knew ya could do it, Norge," Denmark crowed. "It looks like we've got a full set now."
Northern Ireland sank to the floor sobbing. His arms were held above his head by the rope binding him to the bedpost.
"P-Please," the Celtic nation begged. "Let us go! We didn't do anything to you."
Denmark squatted down before Northern Ireland. "We're Vikings, it's what we do." He looked over at Scotland. "I guess yer brothers never really told ya what we did ta them."
"W-What?" Northern Ireland looked up at Denmark, scared out of his wits. Scotland struggled against the ropes, his black wings fanning angrily.
"Let's just say we drove them mad enough ta kill themselves," Denmark said with a grin. He straightened up and moved to inspect Scotland, crouching beside the cushion.
Northern Ireland's eyes widened in disbelief. "S-Scotland said they sacrificed themselves for England."
Denmark had a dark glint in his eye when he glanced back at Northern Ireland. "They killed themselves ta become one nation. They wanted ta save themselves. Well, look at what happened. England only got himself captured again. And by France of all people." England flinched at the name and Scotland snarled against his gag. Small flames danced along the oldest Celtic nation's wings.
"You're not making any sense." Northern Ireland struggled against the ropes binding him, his silver wings fanned lightly.
"England was weak from the start," Denmark snapped. "He got into trouble at every corner. He's still weak." He stood, his knees cracking. "Why don't we leave ya to yerselves fer now?" The Vikings left the room, shutting and locking the door behind them.
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A large group of nations crept through the cold, dark, door-lined hallway. Russia was at the front of the group with his pipe in hand, checking around every corner.
"Like, why do we have to be down here?" Poland asked with a shiver.
"We are here to rescue nations," Russia explained for the fourth time. He stopped at a door, cocking his head at the steel lock. The thing looked heavy duty, nearly unbreakable. Nearly.
"What?" Poland demanded haughtily. "Are you scared of a little lock? I knew you were weak." Lithuania massaged his temples. Why did his best friend have to be so annoying?
Hungary groaned and dropped her head onto Austria's shoulder. "Why did we have to bring him?" Austria patted his ex-wife's shoulder consolingly. He was beginning to wonder the same thing.
"Hey, I'm, like, right here!" Poland snapped, oblivious to his allies' annoyance.
"Zatknis', (Shut up,) Poland." Russia raised his pipe and struck the lock. The steel broke in one swing, falling to the floor with a loud clatter.
Poland yelped at the loud noise. "You kretyn! (idiot!) What if someone heard that?" The small nation glanced around the hall nervously. It was almost like he expected the Vikings to glide out of the walls.
"We are prepared, da?" Russia asked. He pushed the door open on silent hinges, freezing at the sight before him.
Bulgaria lifted his head, whimpering as he tried to stand higher on his toes to alleviate the pressure on his arms and lungs. Russia rushed into the room and broke the chain restraining Bulgaria. Catching the Balkan nation, he lowered Bulgaria to the floor carefully.
"It is alright, Bulgaria," Russia said soothingly. "We are here."
"Ak! (Ow!)" Bulgaria winced as he was laid out on the floor. "What is happening?"
"We are ending this." Is anything broken?" Russia asked, setting his pipe aside.
"I don't know. My shoulders hurt badly." Bulgaria winced again when he tried to shrug.
"Do not move, your shoulders may be dislocated." Russia had seen it before. A soldier would be hung by his wrists from a ceiling. His shoulders would dislocate and he'd eventually suffocate from the pressure forced on his lungs. Tucking his pipe into his coat, Russia lifted Bulgaria into his arms, careful of the Balkan's shoulders.
"I think I saw them take Finland into that room," Bulgaria said motioning with his head to the door across from his.
"Da? Hungary, break the door open," Russia ordered.
"Helves. (Okay)" Hungary lifted a foot and kicked directly under the handle, breaking the door open. As the door swung open an icy wind shot hissed out of the room.
Russia winced as the cold washed over him. "Finland?" he called.
"Mi az? (What?)" Hungary protected her face from the wind.
Switzerland stepped into the room, a sword gripped tight in his hand. He had forbidden Liechtenstein from joining the fight that was bound to happen. The nations outside the door heard his voice through the mist.
"Mein Gott!"
"Chto?" Russia hurried into the room, Bulgaria tucked carefully into his arms.
"Switzerland, what is wrong?" Belgium followed after Russia, freezing at the sight before her. Her hands to cover her mouth in shock, stifling a scream.
Finland, sweet, innocent, precious Finland was encased within an ice coffin. His chest barely moved with each breath and a blue tinge had covered his pale skin.
"Get him out of there, now!" Russia barked.
"Austria," Switzerland called. "Come help me with this." He moved to the head of the coffin while his friend moved to the foot. Raising his sword, the usually neutral nation brought the hilt down on the ice. The lid of the coffin shattered and Switzerland brushed the shards away.
"Take his legs," Switzerland told Austria, grabbing the Nordic's shoulders. Austria took hold of Finland's legs and the friends lifted the unconscious nation out of the coffin. They laid Finland on the floor carefully.
"What will we do with him?" Austria asked worriedly.
"Tie his arms around my neck and I will carry him, da?" Russia suggested.
"You will what?" Austria nearly squawked. "That's improper! It would be like treating him like a side of meat."
"Can you carry him, Austria?" Russia asked.
Austria hesitated before nodding. "Ja, but it will cut you one man short. I won't be able to help protect you if we are attacked."
"Romania! Estonia! Carry Bulgaria and Finland. Austria and I are better fighters than you." If Romania and Estonia had any qualms with what Russia said they didn't show it. Estonia knelt down and Austria and Switzerland helped to hoist the unconscious Finland onto his back. Russia helped settle Bulgaria onto Bulgaria's back in a piggy-back ride.
"Come," Russia said. "We need to find the other nations before the Vikings find us first." He left the room and moved to another door where he broke the lock. Upon opening the door he found a mask-less Turkey tied down on a bed.
"Privet, comrade Turkey."
Turkey turned his head to look at the group of nations. "Russia? What the hell are ya doin' here? It's dangerous!"
"We are ending this war. It cannot go on for much longer. They removed your mask," Russia commented.
"Evet, don't remind me," Turkey growled. "I do have a face, ya know."
"Da, I know." Russia moved forward to untie Turkey. "Do you know where Little Greece is?" he asked.
"They got Greece? Kahretsin," Turkey swore. "I must have been out when they dragged him in. I don't know which room he's in." The Mediterranean nation sat up rubbing his wrist. Eventually, he stood and took his mask down, placing it back on his face.
"Switzerland," Belgium called from a door. "Do you think you could helped me with this one?"
Switzerland glanced back. "Ja, what is it?" He moved to the door. Belgium stepped back as the German nation kicked the door down in one move. Stepping into the room, she gasped as her hands flew to cover her mouth.
"Mein Gott!" Switzerland swore upon seeing Hong Kong. The young Asian nation lay curled up on the bed. Bruises covered every inch of visible skin and blood caked his clothes.
"T-Teacher?" Hong Kong called softly, his voice cracking.
"Nein, but we will take him to you." Switzerland moved to Hong Kong's bedside. "What happened?" he asked.
"I think I made Denmark mad." Hong Kong winced as he moved.
"He needs medical care." Belgium knelt down to look at Hong Kong's wounds. "Both Hong Kong and Finland. What are we going to do?"
"We need to get them out of here, along with the rest of the nations." Switzerland scooped Hong Kong into his arms easily. "Gott, you've lost a lot of weight."
"Hey, Italy, come here and help me," Australia called from a door, flexing his muscles.
"Sì, what is it?" Italy asked as we walked over.
Australia kicked the door in, Peeking in, he grinned. "Happy birthday, Italy." He moved aside for Italy to see.
Italy looked into the room then squealed in delight. "Germany!" The small nation dashed into the room, hugging his friend tightly.
"I-Italy? What are you doing here?" Germany demanded. "It's too dangerous!" He struggled against his straightjacket.
"Shut up, you potato bastard, we came to save you." Romano stood in the doorway of the room. Moving to the bedside, he gently removed the IV from Germany's neck. "Help me get this stupid thing off, idiota." Italy helped Romano remove the straightjacket and Germany stood, stumbling slightly.
"How do you plan on fighting with so many handicapped nations?" Germany asked Australia.
"Well, we're going to try and leave you out of it, mate," Australia chuckled. "We wouldn't want any of you getting hurt." The Italy brothers helped Germany limp out of the room and into the hallway.
"Where is that stupid tomato bastard, though?" Romano demanded.
There was a loud bang as Netherlands kicked a door open. "Hey, South. What the hell?"
As Prussia stepped out of his room, released by Hungary and Austria, South tore past them screaming.
"I'll kill y'all, you no good, rotten yaller dogs!"
"Teufelhund?" Prussia watched his girlfriend with surprise. South had never been this violent before . . . when she wasn't around Russia.
South spun around at the name, her abnormal gray eyes flashing. "I'll kill them," she snarled.
"That is not mein Teufelhund," Prussia said, looking at Austria. "What happened to her?"
North Korea approached the group with his older brother. Korea was cradling his right arm to his chest, tears running down his cheeks. France could be seen conversing with Belgium and Switzerland.
"I don't know." Austria was shocked by the normally sweet ex-nation's attitude.
"South?" Prussia approached his girlfriend slowly. "Do you know where Smokey is?" he asked.
South paused in her charge, turning to look at Prussia again. "Who?"
"Smokey," Prussia repeated. "Your pet bear."
"Smokey?" South looked confused before her face changed to a look of indecision. She glanced between Prussia and the open door that would no doubt take her to the Vikings.
"Ja, Smokey is waiting for you to come back home." Prussia took South's hand gently.
"Where is big brother?" South whimpered, grasping Prussia's hand tightly.
"He is here," Belarus called. She and North Russia appeared, carrying America between them.
"Big brother!" South moved forward, no doubt to tackle her older brother.
"Hang on, South." Prussia grabbed her around the waist, stopping his fellow ex-nation in her tracks. "What's wrong with him?"
"He is tired, is all, and his body needs to heal from what has happened," Belarus explained gently.
America lifted his head, blinking blearily. "F-Far . . . I need to tell him . . ." He was unable to finish the sentence, collapsing again.
"What about Canada?" Prussia asked.
"Ukraine and Lithuania are getting him right now," North Russia told him.
"Like, whoa!" Poland backed out a room, looking shocked. A tall man ducked out of the room. His colorless eyes glanced around at the surrounding nations.
"Privet, Antarctica." Russia nodded to his friend. "The micro-nations are here as well, da?"
Antarctica's answer was cut off by a shout. "Ah, stop, Mr. Canada!"
A large polar bear tore down the hallway, disappearing through a door. Lithuania and Ukraine ran up to the group and came to a halt beside Russia.
"That was . . . Canada?" Russia blinked in surprise.
"Taip, we watched him transform when we released him." Lithuania bent over gasping. "I do not know where he is going."
"Bror?" America winced as he looked up.
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Iceland poked his head around a corner, his ear twitching to pick up any sounds.
"I don't see anyone," the small Nordic nation said. "I think we're safe." He stepped around the corner. "I believe the room is this way." China and Japan followed Iceland down the hall quietly. They had been ordered by Russia to search the east wing on the first floor for any captured nations.
"Iceland-kun, where are we going, exactly?" Japan asked, watching their surroundings carefully.
"Here." Iceland paused outside a door.
"Who is in there?" China asked softly.
"I don't know." Iceland shrugged and stepped aside for Japan. The Asian nation broke the lock with his katana and pushed the door open, ready for anything.
Iceland poked his head into the room and spotted Spain sitting on the bed.
"Halló, Spain," Iceland called softly.
"Amigo?" Spain looked up from examining the comforter. "How did you get in here?"
"Japan broke the lock," Iceland explained quickly.
"Sí? That is wonderful!" Spain laughed. "Is my little henchman here?" he asked.
"Já, he is in the basement freeing the others." Iceland approached the bed and examined Spain's leash.
"Oh, good! I hope he can stay safe until Boss Spain gets there."
"We can get the collar of Spain-san once we are safe." Japan sliced the leash in one swing. "Let us go, now."
"Sí!" Spain leapt off the bed, following Japan and Iceland out of the room to meet China.
Iceland led the group down the hallway to another door and looked at Japan expectantly. Breaking the lock once more, Japan pushed the door open for Iceland. The Nordic nation stepped into the room. At the sight of the five Celtic brothers he stopped in his tracks.
"What happened to you?" he asked in shock. He didn't remember any of these nations having wings before they had been brought here. What had Norway been doing?
"Your idiot brother!" Northern Ireland sobbed, being the only bound nation able to speak. He killed Northumbria!" Scotland rolled his eyes, annoyed. His younger brother had not shut up once since the Vikings had left. It was really starting to annoy him.
Iceland gaped in shock at the sobbing winged nation. Luxemburg appeared in the doorway behind them, an annoyed look on his face. Cuba and Mexico were hot on his heels.
"Would you hurry up?" Luxemburg demanded. "The chick here has been doing nothing but talking about how she's going to beat some other chick up." Mexico glared at Luxemburg hatefully.
Japan moved around the room, cutting the Celtic nations free from their bonds. Ireland had to comfort a still sobbing Northern Ireland with a hug. The minute he was free, Scotland raced to the cage, melting the lock, and dragged England out. Japan barely had time to cut England free before Scotland was moving again.
"We need to get to the Vikings now!" Scotland growled. "A can break the spell with Britannia."
"We do not know where they are." Japan stepped aside as Scotland dragged England out of the room, ignoring his younger brother's broken wing.
"Well, then, find them!" Scotland's dark wings rustled in annoyance.
A furious roar echoed through the house, vibrating through the wales. Luxemburg stared out the door in shock.
"I think someone found them," the Dutch nation said quietly.
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There was a loud thud as a large white body collapsed to the floor unconscious. Norway scowled, lowering his hand. Sweden and Denmark moved cautiously to flank him.
"How the hell did Ahorn get loose?" Denmark asked confusedly as he frowned at Canada's sleeping form. The large polar bear had barred into the room straight at the Vikings. Norway had been quick enough to intercept the nation-beast and cast a strong sleeping spell on him.
"I believe that might have something to do with us," a soft voice said. The Vikings turned to see Egypt standing at the head of a fairly large group of nations. In the group the Vikings could spot their prisoners supported by friends and family. Norway, Denmark, and Sweden stared in bewilderment at the normally silent nation. Who knew Egypt could actually talk?
America looked at the Vikings, still leaning on Belarus and North Russia for support.
"F-Far . . ." America said softly. "You need to stop."
Scotland rushed into the room dragging a gasping England after him. His brothers, Iceland, China, Japan, and Spain followed hot on his heels. The moment he saw Spain, Romano shouted happily and abandoned his brother to hug his former boss.
"It doesn't matter how ya got loose," Denmark snarled. "We'll just take all of ya down again."
"Mate," Australia said, stepping forward. "It's you against the world. Who has the better odds? I think you better ask yourself that one before you go attacking us."
"Shut up, Australia." Denmark drew his battle axe, hefting it in his hands as he scanned the crowd of nations. He could do this . . . couldn't he?
"What did you do to Canada?" Prussia asked, glancing down at the sleeping polar bear.
"Canada is sleeping, is all." Norway said indifferently. "It matters little to you."
"Like hell it does!" Prussia roared. "Canada is my awesome friend! I am not about to let someone as un-awesome as yourself hurt him!" The ex-nation charged forward, punching out at the Viking. Norway sidestepped him easily and kicked Prussia in the back. Prussia was sent sprawling to the floor groaning.
"You damn, no good backstabbing' gator!" South shouted. She charged forward, tackling Norway.
"South!" America lurched out of Belarus' and North Russia's arms. "Wait, don't hurt far! It's not his fault!" France grabbed the young nation by the arm, pulling him back.
"Amérique, he is not your father," France said soothingly.
Prussia groaned as he sat up. "What did you do to America? Why does he think you're his vati?" he asked.
"We did nothing but tell him the truth." Norway looked up from straddling South. The female ex-nation kicked wildly under his weight, screaming. "We are their fathers."
"Get off mein Teufelhund!" Prussia charged Norway.
Scotland dragged England to an unoccupied corner of the room. Spreading his younger brother's arms straight out, Scotland rested his hands on England shoulders.
Norway yelped as he was shoved off South. Growling, Sweden advanced on Prussia as South attempted to leap onto Norway's back. Prussia tripped Sweden then leapt on him and punched him in the jaw.
Scotland closed his eyes and focused. England winced from the draw of power.
"G't off!" Sweden shoved Prussia off himself and dragged South off Norway, lifting her into the air with ease.
"Shit! Come one, mate, we need to help." Australia took one look at Russia before jumping into the fray. The Oceanic nation punched Denmark in the side before the Viking could swing his axe at Prussia.
Russia and Switzerland, Hong Kong having been passed to another nation, followed Australia's example and charged into the fight. Together, the three nations surrounded Denmark. Drawing his katana, Japan advanced quickly on Norway. The smallest Viking parried Japan's first blow easily. But every blow after it kept him from gaining the offensive. Norway swore as the Asian nation moved with lighting speed, striking the Nordic nation every time.
A pulsing light was forming above England's heart as Scotland chanted in Latin.
"Don't ya think it's a little unfair ta take me on all at once?" Denmark asked, glancing between the three nations.
"We don't stand a chance against someone like you," Australia said calmly.
"What?" Denmark flashed him a feral grin. "Ya finally accept that I'm better than you?"
"No, you're ruthless."
Denmark roared and leapt at Australia, swinging his axe to strike the island nation. Russia swung his pipe from behind and struck Denmark in the back as Switzerland sliced at the Viking's calves with his swords. Denmark arched backward, bellowing like a wounded bull.
Tired of standing on the sidelines, China and North Korea charged Sweden. The Viking was forced to drop South to protect himself. Drawing his sword, Sweden swung at China. The Asian nation danced aside and struck Sweden sharply in a nerve. North Korea seized the Viking's wrist and twisted his arm, disarming the nation. Sweden grunted as he fell to his knees.
England was shaking with the force of the magic, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Norway was panting as he struggled to fight with Japan.
"Simply because you are a better fighter does not mean you will win this battle," the Viking gasped out.
"No," Japan agreed. "But I can outlast you. And that will help me win this battle." He sliced Norway's wrist in one move.
Norway yelped as he dropped his sword. Grasping his wrist, he looked up at Japan in shock.
"What are you going to do, cut me down?" Norway demanded.
"No, that is the dishonorable thing to do," Japan told him, lowering his sword to the Viking's throat. Norway remained in place while he glared at Japan.
"Hac virtute rumpere cantus et quod proiicitur unde esset remisit, (With this power, break the spell that has been cast and send it back from where it came,)" Scotland shouted at the top of his lungs.
A bright flash blinded the nations standing in the room and fog misted outward, concealing Scotland and England. Japan thought he heard a muffled thump.
Norway's knees gave way under him as his eyes went blank. Sweden toppled forward, almost crushing South. Denmark stood in place while he swayed gently.
"Uh, what just happened?" South asked, looking down at Sweden uncertainly.
"It's over," Prussia breathed.
Denmark's knees finally gave in and he fell to the ground.
"Norway-san?" Japan lowered his sword and stepped forward.
"Hva har skjedd? (What happened?)" Norway looked up at Japan with dazed eyes.
"You mean you don't remember?" Japan asked, surprised.
"Remember what?" Denmark looked around the room then paled. "Oh, guder, no."
"So, you do remember, then?" Prussia asked, crossing his arms.
"Jeg er ked af. (I'm sorry.) Jeg er ked af." Denmark looked at the surrounding nations in horror.
Nothing prepared the nations for what happened next.
"BRITANNIA! NO!" Scotland was heard shouting through the fog.
"Scotland?" Wales called. Swirling his hands, he causes the fog to dissipate. "What's wr-" he froze in midsentence. "Oh, god, no! NO!" Wales raced to his brother's side.
England lay spread-eagle on the floor, his wings crushed beneath him. His eyes stared at the ceiling unseeing.
The group of nations watched the brothers sadly, unable to tear their eyes away from the terrible sight.
"No! This wasn't supposed to happen!" Scotland shook England by the shoulder. "Please, Angel, wake up! Don't leave us!" His heart sunk as England remained dead. No amount of shaking was waking his brother from his stupor.
"England?" Ireland asked, hurrying over with his brother.
"Oh, god . . ." Northern Ireland covered his mouth. "He's . . . dead."
"Que?" France looked up from supporting America. "How is that possible?"
"The magic . . . it was too much for him." Wales closed his eyes, tears ran down his cheeks. "He died just like they did, fighting Vikings." Scotland sobbed into his dead brother's chest. It was just like last time. Did the gods hate him?
"Iggy's dead?" America asked softly.
Egypt was the first nation to move toward the brothers. "Let me help," he said gently. The brothers moved aside so he could kneel beside England. Laying a hand over the dead nation's heart, Egypt began to chant in the ancient language of his mother. A warm glow ran through England's body.
England's eyes flew open and he gasped for breath.
"W-What happened?"
"The magic was too much for you and killed you." Egypt smiled softly and patted England's shoulder. "There are some people who would like to see you." The African nation stood up and moved aside quickly.
"Angel, ye goon!" Scotland swooped down, gathering England into his arms. "Don't ye ever scare me like that again!"
"Scotland?" England asked in disbelief.
"England!" Wales grabbed his younger brother's hand, clinging to it. Ireland petted England's hair while Northern Ireland patted his leg.
"You're alive," Ireland told England. "That's all that matters."
"Dieu merci." France bowed his head to hide his thankful tears.
"Well, that's all happy and all. But why is everyone so surprised those guys like him?" South asked, looking around the room innocently for an answer.
"It's like Yankee and Rebel," America whispered.
South stared up at the celling, mouthing words to herself. It looked as though she were doing hard math. Eventually she looked back at America.
"Wait, what?"
Ignoring his sister, America stumbled to Denmark. "Far?"
"Jeg er ked af," Denmark said. He looked terrified, probably thinking America was going to attack him. America opened his mouth to answer but France swooped in on him.
"Amérique, de s'éloigner de lui. Il a fait de mauvaises choses. (America, get away from him. He has done evil things.)" With the help of Austria, France dragged a gaping America away from Denmark.
"Hong Kong?" Iceland approached his friend shyly.
Hong Kong glanced up from his seat beside Macau on the floor. "Hi, Iceland." He winced when his arm was jostled by Macau.
"Are you alright?" Iceland asked, his tail twitching nervously.
"I'll be fine," Hong Kong assured his friend. "Denmark was a little rough. What happened to you?"
"Um, well, it's kind of a long story." Iceland sat beside Hong Kong, glancing once at Norway who was giving him a longing look.
"What are we going to do with you three?" Germany asked as he shrugged away from Italy to stand before the Scandinavian nations.
"They should be punished, da?" Russia suggested.
"I want my brother," Norway said. He stood and moved to go to Iceland but Germany grabbed his arm.
"Nein! You do not have the right to call him your brother after what you did to them."
America looked like he wanted to say something but France shushed him.
"Let me go!" Norway struggled to shove Germany off. "He's my brother."
"Nein, you will stay away from Iceland until he or we say otherwise. No sit DOWN!" Germany roared. Glaring, Norway obeyed.
"Hey, how are we going to wake Canada up?" Prussia asked he poked the sleeping polar bear.
"Don't poke the bear! Do you want a pissed off polar bear trying to eat you?" Australia glared at Prussia like he was an idiot.
"Was?" Prussia fell back in surprise and fear. "Isn't he a nation, though?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean he won't attack you," Australia pointed out.
"Norway, reverse whatever spell you placed on Canada," Germany ordered, glaring down at the Nordic.
America shifted uncomfortably at the mention of magic.
"I don't know what spell I cast." Norway shrunk under Germany's gaze.
"Then he is going to be asleep forever?" Germany roared. "What about Finland?" He gestured to the unconscious nation on Estonia's back.
"Germany, please, calm down." Egypt laid a hand on Germany's arm. "I'm sure we can help them .It's just going to take some work."
"Fine. We need to clean up the mess you three made," Germany said. America was shushed by France again. "Until we can hold a trial for what you have done, you three will be held prisoner by one of us."
"Vad?" Sweden stared at Germany in shock.
"You three started World War Three, you need to be punished for your actions."
"They didn't do anything!" America shouted before France could stop him.
"Nej, America." Denmark gritted his teeth. "We did wrong. We deserve ta be punished."
"No, it wasn't you! It was-" France cut America off again.
"I believe these three have given Amérique a bad case of Stockholm syndrome," the European nation commented.
"What? I'm not crazy!"
France took America by the arm and motioned Austria to do the same. Together they dragged America from the room.
"Non, you are not crazy," France was heard agreeing. "Just not right in the head."
Germany watched the three nations leave before turning back to the Scandinavians.
"Sweden will be sent to stay with Russia," Germany said. "Norway can remain with Baltics. And Australia can watch Denmark."
"Da? Very well, I will take him," Russia agreed. "North Russia, I am sorry, but I need you to stay with my little sister for the time being." He didn't want his micro-nation anywhere near the former Viking.
"That is fine." North Russia smiled. "I would like to get to know you little sister better, anyway."
"That is a very scary thought."
Estonia frowned. "Why do we have to watch Norway?"
"We'll do it," Lithuania said before Germany could start shouting.
"What? But it could be, like, dangerous for you, Liet!" Poland argued.
"I'll be fine, Po. It's just Norway."
"I don't know if I should be offended," Norway said dryly.
"Australia?" Germany turned to the Oceanic nation.
"Yeah, I'll take Denmark," Australia agreed. "He won't be too much trouble. I've wrestled crocodiles before.
"Very good," Germany said. "You three will not be allowed to have any contact with each other or Finland and Iceland."
Iceland drew his knees up and glanced at Norway. Quietly, he murmured to himself.
"What now?"
Who knows.
A/N: Thanks, guys, you've been great!