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Walking through the doorway, she was surprised to see that it was not Prussia, but it was Denmark. Playing music at the same time as sharpening his Axe. He probably hadn't realized it, but his earphones weren't plugged into the machine. Swinging his head back and forth thinking that he was the only one listening to the loud, upbeat music. Putting her hands over her ears, Vietnam slowly walked into the room until she was next to the enthusiastic nation.

“Denmark!” She hollered, hoping to get his attention. “Turn down the volume! It's too loud, and it's time to eat. Aren't you hungry? Food, Denmark! FOOD!”

Immediately after hearing the word 'food' the first time, he turned down the volume of the stereo and jumped to his feet. He ran over to the shorter Asian nation calling him,and quickly put his hands on her shoulders. He looked at her with big, questioning eyes.

“Wait. You said food right? You're not tricking me or anything, right?” He hurriedly asked.

Vietnam just stood there, unable to speak because of Denmark's sudden movement. “Um...” was all that she could muster because of her shock. That was not the answer that he wanted.

“Well then, if you're not gonna answer me, I'll challenge you to a duel!” He said. Pulling out his just sharpened Axe, he pointed the tip to the shorter country's face. Right by the nose.

“Denmark, you just want to get your ass kicked today, don't you?” She asked, while pulling out her weapon of choice, the paddle. Walking to different corners of the room, they too their fighting positions. At that moment, Norway walked in, hoping to help Vietnam coax Denmark into going downstairs to eat. What he actually walked in on, was a brawl between the two.

“Denmark.” Norway slowly started. “You'd better not be picking a fight with our dear host.” Nervously, the Axe wielding country turned his head to see that Norway had a menacing glare and it was directed right at him.

“Let's go downstairs to eat alright?” he asked the hyper nation.

“Fine, I'm going.” He pouted. “But I'm only going down because Norge asked me. I'll fight you later.” He said, his words directed at Vietnam.

“Ha. Go ahead and try. But seeing as your brother has pretty strict control over you, I don't think you'll survive after dinner with your family.” She said with leering eyes.

“I'm very sorry for my brother's behavior.” Norway said. “I'll make sure he doesn't do that again, and I'll make sure he doesn't try to ambush and fight you.”

“That's quite alright, It's been a while since some one has challenged me, and I was very well looking forward to it. Seeing as he comes to my house once in a while with America and Prussia, I see that he's very eccentric. He would put up a good fight.” She replied. “So it's alright if he tries. Speaking of Prussia... Would you please excuse me?” She asked.

“Of course.” He replied, walking towards the stairs with Denmark trailing behind him.

'Now I've gotta get Prussia. Great.' She thought.
“PRUSSIA!” She screamed.”PRUSSIA, IT'S TIME TO EAT! If I can get South Korea, and the rest of my family downstairs, and in their seats, I can get you down there too.”

“Kesesesesesese. I am SO awesome! You probably wouldn't understand, Viet. You'll never get me downstairs to eat whatever it is.''.” He cackled.

“Oh, right. I guess you're too awesome to eat my hand cooked food and right after dinner, my hand baked cake with little frosting Gilbirds on them. What a shame. I was hoping you could eat it with the rest of us, but I guess you're too high and mighty.” She said sympathetically. To make things worse for Prussia, Gilbird flew off of his shoulder, and onto Vietnam's small, slender finger. “Who's a good Gilberd?” She cooed.

“Traitor!” He yelled. “Fine! I'll go downstairs and eat, just to prove you wrong!” And with that, he stormed downstairs to the dining table.

'Ha. Reverse psychology. Works every time.' She said to herself. 'Well, since everyone's ready, I'll go
down too.'

Everyone was seated, and Taiwan, China, and North Korea helped pass out the bowls of phở according to everyone's liking. “Cảm ơn tất cả mọi người, mới tất cả mọi nhoi” She recited.

“Hey. DUDES! I've got something to say. It's IMPORTANT!” America sang.

I hope you like it! Here are the first few chapters:

Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 5:[link]
Chapter 6:[link]
Chapter 7:[link]

Description
THIS PICTURE IS NOT MINE!!!!!!!!!! IT"S NOT!
Here it is:

Walking through the doorway, she was surprised to see that it was not Prussia, but it was Denmark. Playing music at the same time as sharpening his Axe. He probably hadn't realized it, but his earphones weren't plugged into the machine. Swinging his head back and forth thinking that he was the only one listening to the loud, upbeat music. Putting her hands over her ears, Vietnam slowly walked into the room until she was next to the enthusiastic nation.

“Denmark!” She hollered, hoping to get his attention. “Turn down the volume! It's too loud, and it's time to eat. Aren't you hungry? Food, Denmark! FOOD!”

Immediately after hearing the word 'food' the first time, he turned down the volume of the stereo and jumped to his feet. He ran over to the shorter Asian nation calling him,and quickly put his hands on her shoulders. He looked at her with big, questioning eyes.

“Wait. You said food right? You're not tricking me or anything, right?” He hurriedly asked.

Vietnam just stood there, unable to speak because of Denmark's sudden movement. “Um...” was all that she could muster because of her shock. That was not the answer that he wanted.

“Well then, if you're not gonna answer me, I'll challenge you to a duel!” He said. Pulling out his just sharpened Axe, he pointed the tip to the shorter country's face. Right by the nose.

“Denmark, you just want to get your ass kicked today, don't you?” She asked, while pulling out her weapon of choice, the paddle. Walking to different corners of the room, they too their fighting positions. At that moment, Norway walked in, hoping to help Vietnam coax Denmark into going downstairs to eat. What he actually walked in on, was a brawl between the two.

“Denmark.” Norway slowly started. “You'd better not be picking a fight with our dear host.” Nervously, the Axe wielding country turned his head to see that Norway had a menacing glare and it was directed right at him.

“Let's go downstairs to eat alright?” he asked the hyper nation.

“Fine, I'm going.” He pouted. “But I'm only going down because Norge asked me. I'll fight you later.” He said, his words directed at Vietnam.

“Ha. Go ahead and try. But seeing as your brother has pretty strict control over you, I don't think you'll survive after dinner with your family.” She said with leering eyes.

“I'm very sorry for my brother's behavior.” Norway said. “I'll make sure he doesn't do that again, and I'll make sure he doesn't try to ambush and fight you.”

“That's quite alright, It's been a while since some one has challenged me, and I was very well looking forward to it. Seeing as he comes to my house once in a while with America and Prussia, I see that he's very eccentric. He would put up a good fight.” She replied. “So it's alright if he tries. Speaking of Prussia... Would you please excuse me?” She asked.

“Of course.” He replied, walking towards the stairs with Denmark trailing behind him.

'Now I've gotta get Prussia. Great.' She thought.
“PRUSSIA!” She screamed.”PRUSSIA, IT'S TIME TO EAT! If I can get South Korea, and the rest of my family downstairs, and in their seats, I can get you down there too.”

“Kesesesesesese. I am SO awesome! You probably wouldn't understand, Viet. You'll never get me downstairs to eat whatever it is.''.” He cackled.

“Oh, right. I guess you're too awesome to eat my hand cooked food and right after dinner, my hand baked cake with little frosting Gilbirds on them. What a shame. I was hoping you could eat it with the rest of us, but I guess you're too high and mighty.” She said sympathetically. To make things worse for Prussia, Gilbird flew off of his shoulder, and onto Vietnam's small, slender finger. “Who's a good Gilberd?” She cooed.

“Traitor!” He yelled. “Fine! I'll go downstairs and eat, just to prove you wrong!” And with that, he stormed downstairs to the dining table.

'Ha. Reverse psychology. Works every time.' She said to herself. 'Well, since everyone's ready, I'll go
down too.'

Everyone was seated, and Taiwan, China, and North Korea helped pass out the bowls of phở according to everyone's liking. “Cảm ơn tất cả mọi người, mới tất cả mọi nhoi” She recited.

“Hey. DUDES! I've got something to say. It's IMPORTANT!” America sang.

I hope you like it! Here are the first few chapters:

Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 5:[link]
Chapter 6:[link]
Chapter 7:[link]