Chapter 9

Romania plopped all the Nordics down on his couch. He made sure all were accounted for. All five of them. Good. No one was missing.

"Alright, all of you, I'd like to lay down a few ground rules first-"

"Woooaaaahhhhh! What're those?!" Denmark shouted, running to a table. He picked up a bunch of cards and smiled. "Cool cards. Can we play go fish?"

Romania flinched angrily and stomped over to him, swiping them away from his hands. "No! Those are my tarot cards! No one touches! Don't touch you little idiot!"

Norway laughed.

It must have been the insult that got to him, cause Denmark started to sniffle and tear up. He wiped away a tear. "I...I'm sorry..." He sniffled.

Romania instantly felt bad for him. He sighed and bent down, rubbing the kid's head. "Look, I'm sorry I yelled. It's just, these are very important to me, and I want no one to touch them. Got it?"

He nodded.

"Good. I'm sorry I yelled and called you an idiot."

"It's ok!" Denmark immediately lightened up. He cartwheeled back to the couch, and plopped himself next to Norway. "So, big bro Norgie, what's up?"

"DON'T CALL ME NORGIE."

"No promises, Norgie." Denmark laughed. Norway was really wishing he had a tie on right now. Really wishing. Norway rose his hand. "Mr. Romania, rules are not necessary for me."

"I know." Romania nodded. He looked to the others: "However, Denmark, rules can skyrocket for you."

"What-?!"

Finland rose his hand in the air. "When is dinner?"

Iceland just shimmied away from all of them. "I want to go to bed. I'm tired." Romania walked over and picked him up. "Alright. You can sleep in the guest bedroom-"

"Big brother, come with me." He held his arms out to Norway. Norway shrugged.

"In a little bit. I'm not tired." He said. Iceland whined loudly, tearing up and getting ready to have a fit. Norway noticed this and frowned "If you even begin to fuss, I won't come in at all. Got it?" To this little threat, Iceland quickly nodded an gripped onto Romania's shirt. "Bed please."

Romania nodded. "All of you can sit at the kitchen room table if you want. I'm just gonna lay this little guy down. Be right back. Denmark, behave."

"Why are you only telling me-?" Before he could answer, Romania walked away. Denmark grunted annoyed at how he was being treated. "Well, this deserves revenge."

"Huh?" The other three asked.

He twiddled his fingers deviously, and made a steady run for the tarot cards. "Oops. Look what I've got in my hands."

Norway and Sweden snarled, while Finland gasped. "Den, put them down." Norway growled lowly. Denmark shook his head with that steady smirk still on his face. This made Sweden crack his fists, getting ready to punch him.

"Aaaahhhhh I don't wanna be here for this!" Finland cried, running into the kitchen. "I'll wait here!" He called.

Norway turned to Denmark. "No. I will not yell at you. You'll get enough of that from Romania, who should be out here in another two seconds."

"One, two." Denmark said.

Norway growled. He jumped off the couch and walked to the kitchen. "I don't need this."

Sweden grunted. "Me neither." But he stayed where he was, arms crossed.

And then Romania came back. "Ok guys. What do you want for din-DENMARK!"

Denmark laughed at the sudden scream and ran down the hall. "You'll never catch me!" Pissed, Romania dashed after him, swearing and waving his fist in the air. He didn't know how that chibi was able to run so fast, but he did it.

"What about dinner?!" Finland shouted. Then he frowned, getting impatient. "Screw this." He growled, walking to Romania's fridge and opening it. "I'm not waiting anymore."

"Fin, no." Norway warned. "You'll get in trouble."

Finland didn't care, as he was already munching on some cherries. Norway sighed and laid his head on the table. Romania hadn't caught Denmark yet?

His sighed loudly, so many emotions going through his head at once. Frustration, impatience, annoyance, humiliation.

His stomach rumbled. He was also hungry.

He looked up and spotted something. What the hell was that? He was small, so he walked on the table. There was a small jar on the table. He opened it and his eyes became really round like saucers.

JACKPOT.

This was a jar of melted butter. What did Mr. Romania need with this? Did it matter? He stuck his finger in there and licked it. He was in a butter trance. Then he stuck his hand in there and continued from there.

…...

Romania came back, a sniffling Denmark in his hands. He was annoyed because he got caught, and Romania smacked him upside the head. He placed Denmark on the couch angrily. "You're in a time out. Stay there and don't move."

He grunted but nodded.

Norway walked in. "Huh. He finally got you."

"Yes Norw-WHAT THE HELL IS ALL OVER YOU?!" Romania shouted. Norway finally realized there was butter all over him. He shrugged. "Butter."

"Why?!"

"I was hungry. By the way Finland has raided your fridge. Say goodbye to your cherries, strawberries, and grapes."

Romania looked pissed. But he sighed. "Alright. Norway wash up. I'm going to get Finland out of my fridge."

Norway nodded and made his way to the bathroom. Romania walked into the kitchen to get the Fin out of his fridge.

"Noooooo!" Finland shouted. Romania brought him out back to the living room, and Finland was kicking, waving his arms around and whining. "Let me go! Let me go!"

"Bedtime! Bedtime for all of you!" He grabbed Denmark next and brought Finland and the Danish chibi to the guest room, shushing them so they wouldn't wake Iceland.

"Hey! Swe and Norgie aren't going to bed!"

"They will!" He lied. They were the only two sane ones at the moment.

Norway and Romania returned to the living room and sat on the couch. Romania sighed in exhaustion, putting a hand to his forehead. Norway looked down sadly. "I'm sorry, Romania. I thought they would behave at least a little bit better."

Romania sighed. "It's alright. You want some real food?"

"Nah I'm good." He replied, his stomach full of butter. That's unhealthy, thought Romania.

"How about you Sweden? Hungry?"

"Nej. I'm good." He lied. His stomach rumbled loudly, proving them wrong. He blushed and his eyes widened, and he turned his head away. "Leave me alone."

They both laughed. "Come on, Sweden. I've got lingonberries." Romania offered.

Sweden sighed, finally giving in. "Fine." They all walked to the kitchen to get food.

...

Romania had to admit, they all looked cute when they slept together. They were small so they all fit in the same bed. They were adorable. Denmark and Iceland were both clinging to Norway, and Sweden had his arm wrapped around Finland, while Finland snored happily. Romania smiled. He didn't want this to end. He slowly exited the room and shut the door quietly. Now he knew what he would do now.

BED.

He was exhausted from taking care of those kids. But it was so cute, how couldn't he love it? He yawned. It was time for bed.

Author's note!

I REALLY felt like I could've done better on this. I was really distracted when I was writing this, so it could've been better. Sorry about this. So yeah.

Anyway, chibi Nordics. Come on, people, you're dying of cuteness XD

See you in the next chapter ;3

Tails