"UghhhhhhhhhHhhHhHhHhhHHhHhHhhHhHhhHhHhhhhHhhHhHhhHhHhhHhhHhHhHhhHhHhhH." Norway said monotonously. "Now I have to pick up all my crap because my bros are coming over. I hate life." Norway cleaned stuff up.
"DINgg Doinngngf" that was the doorbell.
"Ew." Norway hissed. He answered the door to see who it was, but instead of the Nordics, it was Italy. He despised him more than any country because of how happy he was
"BONJOURNO-A NORWAY-A WOULD-A YOU-A LIKE-A SOME-A PASSSSTTAAAAAAAA - A?????!????" The bubbly Italian said. Then Norway grabbed the plate of pasta from Italy's hands and then threw it in the Italians face.
"Now you can go cry to your mother Doitsu" Norway said.
"WAAAAHHHGHHHHHAHA ;-;" Italy cried as he ran away with pasta sauce on his face.
"Thank god he's gone." Norway said in his mind. Then Norway checked the time and it was like... 9:00 or something and the bros were coming over at like 9:39 or something like that.
"I have to make stuff for my bros" Norway says as he prepares meals.
WHAT DOES HE PREPARE?? FIND OUT IN CHAPTER THR33
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Norway makes Fruit Salad
ActionNorwyas bros are over and they hangry • If this gets (Nordic) FIVe views I'll make another chapter
