Hello.

Sorry about the late, late, late update… It's been troubling trying to figure out what to write. But, nevertheless, here is another chapter.

Enjoy!

Ryan was just peacefully reviewing a medical report Dr. Lyon had him look over when he felt the sensation of someone staring at him. He shook his head and ignored it. He then heard the shuffling of feet behind him and some voice talking.

"Anko, don't be stupid." muttered the first voice, "I don't see why you would ask."

"You never know!" said the second voice, "Besides, we need to know more about him!"

"You're just paranoid, Danmörk." A third voice sighed, "And we already have six people."

"Five actually." Voice Number One corrected.

"What?"

"Yeah!" Voice Number Two exclaimed, "I don't actually play! I'm just there!"

"Why don't I have that luxury," Voice Number Three complained. "He comes willingly, I don't. Here, take my character sheets. I quit."

"No. Don't be like that, lillebror." Voice Number One said, "Besides, it's more fun when everyone can see what is happening."

"I don't," Voice Number Three argued, "Neither does America, and he's allowed!"

"You'll have to take that up with England, lillebror." Voice Number One mentioned. "He's the one who brought him."

"Well, I'm still going to ask him." Voice Number Two declared.

"No, Danmörk! You idiot!" Voice Number Three exclaimed.

The sound of footsteps became louder and Ryan felt someone tap his shoulder.

"Yes?" he turned around and saw Denmark standing in front of him. "What can I do for you, Kingdom of—"

"What is your thoughts on RPG'S?" Denmark blurted out.

Ryan blinked, "What? Like Dungeons and Dragons?"

Denmark nodded.

Ryan thought, "I guess they're fun." He admitted, "I used to play them with my friends in high school." He looked at the nation, "Why?"

"Great!" Denmark smiled, "Come to the attic at ten."

"Wha?" Ryan blinked.

Denmark turned to head back towards Norway and Iceland. He glanced behind at Ryan, "Don't forget to bring your character sheets…!" The three nations turned and left.

Ryan was left, alone, in the hallway once again.

"…What just happened?"

Ryan was a fool to actually listen to what Denmark had to say. But still, he stood outside of the attic of the hospital. He had a small folder with him, it was a character he just created. His character was Ryan Allan. A simple human thief. There wasn't anything special about Ryan's character. It was just a person he managed to create in time.

He raised his hand to knock, but the door opened to reveal Denmark smiling at him.

"Newby!" he exclaimed, "So glad you came!"

"Iggy, you owe me five dollars!" America said to England.

The cape-clad former empire sighed and reached into his bag, pulling out the American currency. He handed it to the loud nation, whom pocketed it.

"What is going on?" Ryan asked after being ushered inside by Denmark.

"They bet on whether or not you would show." Iceland explained from his spot on the couch.

"Why?"

Iceland shrugged, "It wasn't likely that you would show, especially after the way Dan talked to you about it."

"Shall we begin?" Norway wondered. He was sitting on the same couch of Iceland; the latter was trying to move away from him.

"I guess…" Ryan sat on one of the free chairs around the table. "So, what exactly is going to happen?"

"Well," Romania started, "We just finished Norway's creepy campaign, so we're starting mine! I'm the DM or GM, which is short for Game Master. So, we'll start by introducing who are characters are."

"Dude, I'll go first!" America exclaimed. He pulled out his paper and cleared his throat, England interrupted him.

"This better not be Americman from last campaign…" England muttered, "If it is, I will personally kick you from here. And I don't care that this RPG is from your country."

"No! Of course not!" America said, "Dude, it's a totally different person. Meet: George Washington! My Dragoon Paladin!"

Ryan looked from America to England, "Isn't George Washington the president who—"

"Yes." Both America and England interrupted Ryan. America was smiling, England was pall.

"Anyway," Romania cleared his throat, "What about you England?"

England sat up, "Well, his name is William Icancook III."

"Icancook?" America laughed.

"Shut it," England growled, "Anyway, he is a half-elf wizard."

"You always do wizards…" Norway mentioned.

"And Romania always does vampires! Does it matter?" England demanded.

Norway didn't answer, "My character is named Alexander—"

"HAMILTON!"

"—Trolluson. He is my rouge troll."

"Trolluson?" Iceland repeated. "Is that the best you could come up with?"

Norway turned to him, "And I thought you don't care, lillebror."

Iceland flushed, "I don't. It's just a stupid name. That's all."

"Well, Icy, let's hear yours!" Denmark exclaimed from his spot on the floor. He sat in front of the couch with the other two Nordics.

"Fine. His name Not Norway." Iceland clenched out, "Since I lost a dare to Noregur. Not is the name of my character. He is an elf bard."

"Okay." Romania turned to Ryan, "What's the name of your character, Ryan?"

Ryan shrugged, "He's just called Ryan Allan."

"That's boring!" America complained. "Call him something else!"

"Yeah!" Denmark nodded, "You need something more creative."

"Like what?"

Iceland sighed and turned to Norway, "We don't need five people in a campaign. Why am I here again?"

"Because, it is fun. You just won't admit it. Lillebror." Norway explained.

Iceland huffed and turned away.

Ryan snapped his fingers, "I got it! His name is going to be Notryan Whyamihere. He's a human thief."

Everyone paused.

"Notryan." Denmark started.

"Whyamihere." America finished.

Ryan nodded. "It's unique."

Romania shrugged, "That it is! Alright, we're set! Let's get this campaign started!"

William was sitting in a bar when George Washington walked in. William was an old half-elf with a dark purple robe decorated with white stars. George Washington wore white armour that shone with a yellow glow. His great sword at his side.

George Washington got a drink from the bartender. It was a pint of beer. He grabbed it and took it over to the wizard.

"Are you William Icancook III?" George Washington asked.

America broke out in a laughing fit

"I can't! I just can't!" he managed between fits.

"What's your problem?" England demanded.

"Icancook! That's such a stupid name!"

"At least it is original!"

"Alright!" Romania intervened. "Let's continue!"

"So, what if I am?" William asked, "Who wants to know?"

"George Washington." The paladin introduced, "I was told to find you here."

"By who?"

"One Alexander Trolluson." George Washington explained. "He said to fetch you and bring you to town square."

"And who told him?" William asked, drinking his beer.

"Logan Bumbleduck." George Washington mentioned, "Here. A drink for the road."

William looked at him, he took the beer. "Fine." He downed it in one gulp. "Let's go and see this Alexander Trolluson."

"Did you talk to Amerika before or…?" Denmark asked Romania.

"Maybe. You won't ever know." Was the response.

Alexander wasn't alone. There was an elf beside him. Not Norway. Alexander wore a black outfit, and green light armour. Not wore leather armour with chainmail accents.

"Chainmail accents?" Denmark asked.

"Shut, shut up!" Iceland blushed.

"I am Alexander Trolluson," Alexander introduced, "This is Not Norway, my partner."

"Hello." Not said.

"George Washington," the paladin introduced.

"William Icancook III."

"You must be wondering why I called you here today?" Alexander said, "But I have a mission I need completed. My boss, Logan Bumbleduck, has called me and wants us to fetch a jewel from a mountain. This jewel, the Bloodstone, is worth billions. You will be paid accordingly if you participate."

"Won't you need a thief?" a voice behind them calls. It's an NPC. "I know one."

The four turn to them, "Who are you?"

"You can call me Inigo," NPC introduced, "But if you're going to steal a jewel, you'll need a thief. I know one, mighty good one too."

"Whom is this thief?" George Washington demanded.

"His name is Notryan Whyamihere." Inigo said. "He should show up soon."

"Why hasn't Logan mentioned this… Notryan before?" Not demanded.

"You would have to ask Logan, not me." Alexander said.

"What ya talking about?" A voice behind them asked.

They turned and see Notryan. He was wearing a light brown cloak.

"I take it that you are Notryan Whyamihere?" George Washington asked.

"Yes. Why?"

"We need your assistance." Alexander said. "Are you a thief?"

"Yes. Unless you are the police—then no. Why?"

"Perfect." Not says. "How about you join us on a trip in order to make a ton of money?"

"Depends. What are we doing?" Notryan asked.

"Stealing a jewel from a mountain." William explained.

"Fair enough."

"Cue theme music!" America said, "The gang's together, dude!"

"Oh, shut it, America." England grumbled.

"Can I role to steal from someone?" Ryan asked.

"Sure. Who do you want to steal from?" Romania asked.

"Um… the United States of America?"

"Hey!" America complained.

Romania nodded, "Roll for sleight of hand check."

"20, plus my bonus… 23." Ryan said.

"Yeah, you reach into George Washington's pockets and steal: two daggers, three health potions, and a red ribbon."

"Why do you have a red ribbon?" Iceland asked.

"Why don't you have a red ribbon?" America asked.

"Because it serves no purpose."

And so, the five adventurers leave the town and head out into the woods. Inigo had given them a map that will lead them to the mountain, he offered to come along until they make it to the next town. The mountain is called Mount. Bram.

"How far away is this mountain?" Notryan asked.

"We have to pass through Stroker Ville which is east." Inigo explained. "After that it is a day's journey."

"Alright!" Denmark said, "Who here doesn't trust Inigo?"

He, Ryan, and America raised their hands.

"What? Why?" Romania demanded.

"He seems suspicious." Ryan admitted.

"It's almost like he wants to betray us! But you can't ever betray the hero!" America declared.

"Let's continue."

"So," Not started, "How do you know about this, Inigo?"

"Ah," Inigo said, "I used to work in Stroker Ville. Until my wife left, of course. Then I felt to find work in that there town behind us. I hear things, word travels fast."

"What species are you again, Inigo?" Alexander asked.

"I'm a human, why?"

"Just wondering."

"That's suspicious, Noregur." Iceland said, "Why'd you ask?"

"Romania never told us." Norway explained, "I was simply curious."

"Oh."

"So…" Notryan started, "How far until Stroker Ville?"

"Five hours on foot. Two by carriage." Inigo announced.

"That's it. I'm stealing a carriage." Notryan muttered.

"No!" George Washington argued, "That is wrong. We can walk. No breaking the law!"

"I roll to steal from the United States of America." Ryan declared.

"Why are you going so formal?" Norway asked as America exclaimed "No!" in the background.

Ryan shrugged, "It's protocol."

"Well, screw protocol." Denmark announced, "You're off duty. Call us by our names. Not the formal ones."

Everyone stared at Ryan, intimidating him to agree. "Okay…?" Ryan said.

"Good. Now, roll for slight of hand check." Romania declared.

Ryan picked up the D20 and rolled it. "17 plus my bonus, 20."

"Yup. You steal George Washington's cloak and stuff it in your bag. He doesn't notice." Romania declared.

"Untrue!" America declared, "I roll an observation check!"

"Fine. What did you get?" Romania asked.

America rolled the die, "A 7…"

Romania shook his head, "Not going to cut it. Notryan steals your cloak off you and stuffs it in his bag. You are none the wiser. Though, you do feel a slight breeze. You ignore the feeling."

"Still stealing that carriage." Ryan admitted.

"There is no carriage around!" America exclaimed.

"Actually," Romania started, "As you look out into the horizon, you see a carriage heading your way. It is full of orcs and slaves."

"I don't do anything." Iceland declared.

"I take out my dagger and stab Inigo." Norway declared. "I got a 10 plus two, 12."

"What!" Denmark demanded.

"O…kay…?" Romania blinked, "You stab Inigo, but he doesn't go down. He only freezes and clutches his wound."

"Why would you do this?" Inigo demanded.

"I cut off his head." Norway said, "I got a 20."

"You monster!" America exclaimed.

"I offer to bury the body." Ryan smirked.

"I just found a random shovel on the ground," Notryan stated, "Need help digging a grave?"

"Thought you would never ask. Though, I can do magic." Alexander mentioned.

"You monsters!" George Washington yelled.

"I steal from Inigo." Ryan declared. "I got a 16."

Romania sighed, "You find nothing but a silver key."

"Cool."

America scowled, "George has a heart attack."

"I cast Hole." Norway showed Romania a card, "This allows me to dig a whole that is six feet deep, in any substance."

"Role?"

"10."

Romania shrugged, "You dig a hole."

Alexander pushed the body into the hole. Not stared at the cart, "Are we going to do anything about the carriage?"

"Help me!" George Washington begged, "I'm about to die!"

William sighed, "Let me."

"I cast Explosion." England explained. "I explode any living beings within a fifteen-metre radius."

"And?" Romania edged on.

"Nat twenty."

"You explode everyone. The orcs, the slaves, Not, George Washington, Notryan, and Alexander." Romania explained, "Having fun yet?"

England froze. "Oops."

"Oops." William said.

America exclaims, "Yeah! Oops! YOU KILLED MY FIRST PRESIDENT!"

"HE WAS A TRAITOR! I AM NOT CAMPAIGNING WITH SOMEONE NAMED AFTER A TRAITOR!"

"YOU'RE A TRAITOR!"

"This may be more intense than Eurovision 1969!" Denmark mentioned. Norway elbowed him.

"Shut it, idiot Dane."

Ryan laughed. "Is the campaign over?"

Romania smiled, "Nope! This will continue later. The session is over, though! Go and make new characters and I will somehow figure out how this is going to work. England—don't blow up anymore people."

"As long as they are not named after traitors, we're good."

The group dissolved, and Ryan headed back to his house.

This was the most fun he has had in ages.

Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukah! Merry Kwanzaa! And other holidays that I did not list!

Hope you enjoyed!

Sorry about the lateness, and no Christmas chapter but—not everyone celebrates Christmas, and we don't know how other countries celebrate their holidays. Have a DND episode instead!

(This was being written for about three months… sorry!)

[Happy Birthday Latvia, Finland, and Russia! Those are the last of the Hetalia birthdays!]

I don't know what else to write…

Fiddlerinthewoods OUT!

"Mm,"

—Sweetiepie13