"But you can't leave Denmark alone! What if he hurts himself? Or gets lost? Or if he freaks out again and starts to-"

"Do you ever shut up?" Lukas looked over to his alternate self. The man was built like Russia, with thick, curly blond hair, but he was more annoying than Matthias ever was. With his constant worrying about Denmark, it was going to drive Lukas insane.

Loud banging came from the closet where the alternate Finland was locked. Tino and Berwald had captured him before he attacked them. The three, counting Sweden, came over to Lukas' house for clarification.

"Norway." Sweden was saying, "Denmark's fine. Stupid, sure, but not to the point he'll get himself killed."

"But what if he does?" Norway's eyes were huge and teary.

A short brown-eyed blond trotted up to the stressed nation, "Oh it'll be alright. Matthias can take of him! He's pretty good with that."

A formidable looking blond was just behind him. He looked over the smaller male and shrugged slightly, "I suppos' so."

A silver haired teenager, followed by a puffin, stormed into the living room. "I can't believe that guy is me." He muttered, seeking out the dish of liquorish. Finding it, he popped a few pieces into his mouth and his puffin's beak.

Lukas gave him an odd stare, opening his mouth as to speak. But before words could form the door busted in and a loud, "Lukas! It's me!" rang through the house.

Matthias and Denmark sprinted through the door, each to their respective Norways. Lukas not so gently shoved Matthias off while Denmark and Norway clung to each other like their lives depended on it. Ludwig entered next, standing awkwardly in the doorway before moving towards Lukas. Germany followed, clutching the bag of demon.

Lukas stared at the slime, taking it from the brunette. "What is this?" he held it up so everyone could see.

"Is that Djöfull?" A silver haired man with eyes so blue you could drown in them popped into the room. Oh, and he was sparkling. A lot.

Shocked silence followed by roughly a dozen WTFs. It was Norway who spoke up, "Iceland, you name your demons?"

The male nodded, smiling, "Yep! This guy's a lot of trouble though. Almost killed me one time. But no worries, they're harmless. Most of the time."

"They?" Ludwig looked to the Icelander, "There are more of these things?"

"Of course! I've only gotten around to naming about twenty though."

Denmark raised his hand, "How many of these are there?"

Iceland laughed, "Oh, I don't know. Hundreds, thousands?"

Matthias decided to make things a little less terrifying, "Why don't we think about this over some beers?" After a few mumbled agreements and Denmark's loud cheer, it was decided.

"So," Tino was saying, "we ran into the street to try to lose them. But they kept following! We had nowhere left to run and Matthias is really hard to carry, when BAM! This huge truck smashes out of one of the buildings and runs the guys over!"

"Sounds weird." Denmark opened another beer, "But not nearly as weird as when a battle cow attacked me!"

"What?" Luks gave a disbelieving look.

"I'm being honest! I was over at Switzerland's house and decided to stop one of the million banks when this cow just leapt out and started chasing me!"

The discussion continued as such, with each nation bringing up stories, each weirder than the last. They were in the middle of one of Matthias' narratives on how…well it had something to Berwald and faeries, let's leave it at that, when Lukas raised his hand for silence.

"Iceland, where did you put the demon?" After being handed the creature Lukas proceeded to open the bag and dump it onto the floor. Immediately it tried to lunge at him, attempting to stab his leg with liquid fangs. He stayed just out of its reach, circling it as the room became taught with confusion and fear. After a few more circles and some odd gestures, the Norwegian held a hand over the demon and muttered a few words. His hand glowed a pale blue and the demon screeched, its black flesh disintegrating.

Lukas sighed heavily, "There, it's gone." Taking a few more breaths he added, "I think I can you, " he gestured to the other dimensional countries, "back home."

"How?" They stared wide-eyed in a mixture of hope and excitement.

"I'll have to build a portal. I've made some before, but never inter-dimensional. But I know how it would work." Enthusiastic nodding. "We'll need a sample, something like a piece of hair, from all of you." He looked over to the other nations. "And we need to find where the demons are. That's the only place we could set up the portal." He paused and mumbled something, listened carefully, then continued. "And we need to find all the demons quick, apparently they can posses things."

"Wait, you mean the whole demon-is-inside-need-to-speak-Latin-or-else-it-will-kill-humanity posses?" Denmark clung to Norway, shivering.

Lukas nodded. There was a loud crack and the group found themselves face to face with an angry, drunk, knife-wielding maniac wearing the Finnish flag.

Sweden tried to reason with him first, "Um, okay Finland. We were really panicked and didn't know what was going on, so sorry for locking you in the closet, please don't hurt us."

Finland narrowed his eyes and raised his blade. Ludwig attempted to appeal to him, "Finland is it? Vell, you won't be able to go back to your vorld if you try to kill us, so think." Finland lowered his knife, cursed, and stood there.

"Alright!" Matthias, just a bit drunk, threw his fist in the air, "It's questing time! Let's go and find these countries!"

"We need a plan first." Lukas gave him a condescending look, "We can't just run around hoping to accomplish something. Who should we go to first?"

"Vell, if we wanted to be ze-"

"Why don't we go to England first?" Emil spoke for the first time, "He knows some magic. That could be helpful, I think."

"So we agree?" Matthias took the silence to mean yes, "Okay, to Arthur we go!"

Hello world! I don't know if this is early or late, so I'll apologize anyway. And yes, Norway was talking to his troll. Every country with both a AHP and SATW appearance (that I know of) will be in here for a chapter or two, maybe more, depends on how major or minor they are. Well, see ya! Scc out!