Hello my darling readers!

Yep. After seven months I, after being prompted by a very dedicated reader (thank you so much) finally decided that I would try and finish this story.

I know, I'm surprised too.

I think that the first thing I'm going to do though is to go back and fix up my chapters. They'll still have the same plot line, but I noticed in my skim through of the last chapter that I kept on writing 'and such' and that's not a good thing at all.

So, please expect chapter(s) in the wonderful month of October (I'm a kid at heart… think of all the chocolate… and mints! I love mints. I'm getting off topic again. Ugh) and if you want you can read through the new parts added to the story, but for the most part it's going to be the same, so don't worry about that.

I'm glad that all of you have your suspicions on the Master! Keep them coming! I have a twist you wouldn't believe coming up.

Love,

Milly

Formerly Aqua Cahill, now Mein Liebling

And because I'm such a horrible person who hasn't updated in months and feels terrible about it, here is an Omake/drabble/small random scene so this isn't copyrighted involving everyone's Nordic countries. Enjoy. Please. Even if it might be terrible because it's rushed. And it's cliché and a parody. But that's what makes it more enjoyable, neh?

I don't own anything.

Iceland turned his head up to look at Norway with an amused look on his face, one of his gloved hands shielding his violet eyes from the harsh sunlight of wherever they were. "Would you care to explain to me why you're in a tree?"

The blond tilted his head to the side as he debated this question himself. "Hmm... no."

"...Fair enough," Emil sighed and ran a hand through his pale hair.

Denmark ran out of the house, waving his hands high in the air as the smell of burnt food followed him. "Guys! Guys! I- why the hell is Norway in the tree?" the red-clad man asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

Norway and Iceland looked at each other, before shrugging. "I don't know." they both replied.

Denmark sweatdropped. "If I didn't know any better I would say that you two are brothers."

But maybe they were.

"Who said that?" Denmark turned his head to side to see if there was anyone else besides the trio.

The author.

"The who?"

The person writing you in this drabble/omake thingy.

"And why are you doing this?"

Because it's FanFiction. Duh.

"...Fair enough."

The author isn't sure why she is making people say 'fair enough'.

"Because you're the author? Duh."

And there's a reason she likes the calmer characters. They aren't snarky.

"Hey-!"

"I take offence to that, I'm the snarky one here."

"That was so OCC for Norge. I don't like this author."

"Yeah, neither do I."

"And I."

"Want to plan a revolt?"

"Got nothing better to do."

"Alright, Icey, you go get the bombs and inject everyone with deadly diseases and whatnot. Norge, you go hog-tie everyone up so it looks more authentic. Sweden and Finland-"

"They aren't here, Denmark, they're on a mission, remember?"

"Hahaha... I remember. Alright, I'll do their jobs and vandalise all the houses and buildings. Everyone ready?"

"Wait, what's our escape plan?"

"Considering we're up against everyone here on this base and there's only three of us, I don't think we have a good chance even with an escape plan."

"Want to go recruit people to our cause?"

"...It has been fairly quiet here..."

And so the three out of character troublemakers skipped off into the sunset, where like Norway predicted, they were caught even after they recruited half the people on the base into having one big prank war where finally at the end of it the three were put into solitary confinement for ruining the Master's birthday.

The end.

(I think the question of this story is 'How in the world did Norway get into that tree and out of it quickly?' Only the author knows.)

No I don't.

Oh just shut up, this is a cliché parody, anything could happen.

True.

The (real) end.