"We're ready, Lithy!"

Again with the nickname. Lithuania thought. She was wearing a black suit, complete with a black tux, black pants, and black socks. Even the dress shirt is black. Pretty boring for a party... this fancy. But it's the only fancy garb she has. Well, not really. She had other fancy clothes.

"Lithuania? Are you ready? We are ready!"

Then, finally, her two friends came in.

They seemed to be more dressed well than Lithuania. Latvia is wearing a white dress shirt with a black pleated skirt, while Estonia is wearing a full-on white dress. She has never seen them wearing anything else like those. Both of her sisters wear the same formal clothes every time.

"Come on, Lithuania. This is a formal party." Estonia whined.

"I know..." Lithuania said as they went out the door "But you know me. I just don't like wearing skirts in general. You know how much I look bad with them."

"PLEASE. Lithy. We've been through this." Latvia complained. "Don't let others judge what you wear. Just because someone tells you something doesn't mean you don't have to follow it."

"I know, but it was my choice. MY OPINION."

"No," Estonia replied. "I know how much Lithuanians look cute in skirts. Really cute."

Lithuania sighed. "It feels like others say that. Say that because they think it will cheer me up. To be honest, it does not. It is my CHOICE. I refuse to wear skirts. Why isn't anybody respecting my goddamn opinion?!"

"Hey, you have a point- Oh, we are here!"

The three girls arrived at Sister Denmark's house. It was a plain, old, but cool and luxurious house. The Denmarks needed not very much to live their lives. It gives Estonia memories. She remembered when she tried to sneak into Denmark's house just to join the Nordic party, but that failed. The only Nordic that gets along with her would have to be Finland. However, the Sister Nordics also give her more affection. Actually, all 5 of the Nordic sisters, along with Finland, are friends with her. Plus, she remembers when Latvia was all in for Sweden.

The 3 sisters walk to the front porch. Estonia rang the doorbell.

Sister Denmark was the one to answer the call. She has seemed to swap her usual Denmark Flag t-shirt and short skirt combo for a long-hemmed one-piece dress, which was perfect for the occasion.

"Hey! Glad you came, Eesti!" she told Estonia.

From the corner of the eye, Estonia can see Denmark and Norway converse with worried looks on their faces, with Iceland just looking at her. They were sitting at the same table.

Denmark was the first to calm down from his worried state. Denmark then got up from his chair and walked. Norway still staring at her, Estonia went to figure out why he is acting that way.

Just after that very moment, Sweden walked up to Latvia.

"Oh my god, SWEDEN?"

"Yep. That's right. The boy you dumped for who-knows-what."

"FUCK. You are the reason I am still single." Latvia complained.

"Yeah... I'm sorry. And plus, it was all your fault. No offense."

"Oh yeah. But still..."

"What's the matter?"

Latvia stopped dead in the middle of her speech and turned her head slightly to the right. Sister Sweden appeared in view.

"Why, hello there Latvia!"

"Oh no..." Latvia gulped.

"Um... Sister Sweden? Erm... Can you please not..."

"Oh, you are wearing a skirt again, I supposed."

Oh god. Latvia though. This is not good. I mean, I remember her Sister Iceland incident fresh right out of my memory.

And what she feared Sister Sweden would do, would.

Sister Sweden pinned Latvia to a nearby wall.

"GOD-FUCKING-DAMNIT, SISTER SWEDEN! THIS IS A PUBLIC PLACE!"

Meanwhile... Estonia is venturing away from the commotion of Latvia and Sister Sweden, and walking so steadily to the basement of the Denmarks. She was curious about what was in there.

Well, to her surprise and luck, he did open the door to the basement.

But Estonia thought... Where? Surely he couldn't have done it by fear. I mean, he probably got rid of his fear thanks to Sister Denmark.

Estonia turned the corner that led to the basement. Being carefree and curious, she walked down the steps. She noticed it right away- Denmark was on a desk. But why? Being more perplexed by this, she finds out why.

Estonia was certain that she had heard something.

"Yeah. Did you get it ready? Yeah. I knew it, bud. I would trust you. Oh wait, someone found it? OK then. I'll find out who. Anyways, thanks for talking to me at this late time. See ya later."

That must be Estonia's brother! She knew that voice from somewhere. It was certain he wasn't at the party, of course. But, what are they conversing about? Was it the book that she found? What was it...

Suddenly, Denmark turned around and saw her. He screamed.

Estonia was also nervous.

"Hey, woah woah woah. I didn't mean to scare you."

Denmark didn't listen. He just screamed.

"Hey, woah now..."

SHIT. Now Denmark was really provoked. So provoked that he ran up the stairs.

"Hey. Come back! I didn't mean to..."

She didn't meet Denmark at the top of the stairs. She just saw the party members, including the hostess Sister Denmark. She heard a thud, she saw Sister Sweden drop Latvia feet-first. She just swore she heard Latvia grunt during this. Sister Denmark went to the front of the crowd, looking worried.

"I heard a scream from my brother..." she said. "And I knew that you are the only other person who went down. Wha..."

"Let me explain. I didn't provoke him. He just somehow... it must have been his fear of me. I didn't cause any harm."

There was a moment of silence. Pure relief then showed on Sister Denmark's face.

"Alright, let's keep the party rolling!" She said.

And just like that, the party continued. Noone noticed about what happened at the basement. Well, except for Estonia. And probably Denmark.

Sooner or later, the party was over. Estonia saw it all. Sister Denmark saying goodbye to all of her friends, and Brother Denmark also bidding farewell to his buddies. And the strange thing is, that both never bothered to say goodbye to her or her sisters although they were still friends. Latvia, still clutching her skirt, was mortified. Estonia did not notice this until just about now.

"My god!" Latvia finally remarked. "When will she stop?"

"Who?"

"Sister Sweden."

So that's why she got into this mess. Poor woman.

"Sister Sweden?"

"Yeah," Latvia replied. "That's who flipped up my skirt, while you were in the basement. Or were you when that happened?"

"Oh god. That's just like what the wind tends to do to me."

Both of the sisters laughed at Estonia's joke.

"Well, at least she didn't go too far," Latvia sighed. "I had fucking enough of this already. It's just like the Sister Iceland incident."

Lithuania barged in on the conversation. "What happened in the Sister Iceland incident?"

"Shhh! We are not to speak of it."

"Yeah, Lithy! She might have heard us!"

Ugh, the nickname again.

"I told you both to stop calling me that!"

"I know, but what gives, Lithuania?"

"I just wanted to know what happened..." Lithuania stated.

"Yeah," Latvia replied. "But we don't want your comments, Lithuania. Look, I know you are scarier and ruder than me (Although your brother isn't like this.) doesn't mean you have to be a goddamn mother figure to us."

"My god. Soooooorry."

Estonia and Latvia looked at Lithuania.

"But... um... anyway... what is the Sister Iceland incident?"

"I told you, we do not speak about this! Shhhhh!"

Latvia paused for the moment.

"Oh god... The book might've written down all the pain I have gotten into with Sis Sweden! Oh my god... I am so embarrassed..."

"You are right," Estonia sighed. "We still have the book so..."

"Wow. I had nights that were a fucking pain, but this one tops the most."

Latvia raised an eyebrow. "Especially since your sister just fell victim to sexual harassment?"

"Guys, let's just forget all the mumbo-jumbo that happened back at the party and let's realize about the good times the party gave us. After all, we have to focus on happier things to be happier in life."

And they did just that. Forgetting of all of the bad things that happened in Sister Denmark's party, they went back home.

To be honest, this chapter was the most fun to write. Not because of what happened during the chapter, but that I get to dress up the characters into attire other than their flag shirts and regular bottoms. I mean, just imagine Latvia in a skirt! It would look cute, don't you think?

Anyways, I will get a chance to make a Chapter 4, since I did not end the story yet. Stay tuned.

- Nemo