A/N: OH GLOB I CAN’T BELIEVE THERE WASN’T ANY INTERNET CONNECTION FOR 1-2 WEEKS OR SO! O______O GOMENASAIIII!!!!!! *bows continuously* >_< I ALSO HAD WRITER’S BLOCK SO GOMENASAII!!!!! >_<

Camp Hetalia isn’t just about the OCs in this story, note the ‘Hetalia’ in here. I decided to make a chap ‘bout the Nordics, sorry about Sweden’s accent, can’t get it right for some reason…..

Inspiration: Inu X Boku OVA- Playing House

For the GAP: I thought about the name of our Hetalia OC group for a while so I decided to make it an alliance! The best one I could make up is A.A.B.H.I.P.P.S. Alliance (The Alderney, Andorra, Brazil, Hawaii, Ireland, Peru, Portugal and South America Alliance)…..Dang, it’s pretty long…. •_____•

P.S. BLAME PLANTS VS. ZOMBIES FOR MAKING MY TYPE-MANSHIP SLOW!

P.P.S ENJOY~!

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“I’M SUPER BORED, NORGE!!!!” Denmark whined as the said nation winced at his loud voice. “Yes and?”

“I WANNA DO SOMETHING!”

“Go die then.”

“NOW THAT’S JUST MEAN!”

The two were silent after that short conversation. Norway was relieved….but his celebration didn’t last.

“Let’s go play a game!” Denmark declared loudly, catching the attention of the other Nordics sitting around the dorm. Norway turned away from his book to glare at the Danish nation.

“What are you, a child? Act like your age, Denmark.”

“But there’s nothing else to do anyway!”

The Danish nation turned to the others with pleading eyes. “Please play with us, guys!”

“Since when did I agree to this?” Norway hissed.

Finland can’t help but feel pity, he sighed. “Okay, okay….What game should we play?”

Denmark hummed in thought, hand on chin. He snapped his fingers. “Let’s play House!”

Iceland raised an eyebrow. “House?”

“Yeah, Japan told me!” Denmark exclaimed.

“Since when?”

“Who cares! Anyway, it’s a game that we role-play like family members!”

Finland slightly frowned. “It sounds boring….”

“Well….I don’t want Norge to think I’m like child.” Denmark said, hands on hips. Norway sighed, closing his book and stood up. “Alright, I agree to play this game….But we’re all guys here. We need a female to be the mom.”

Denmark smiled, raising a brow. “Who said we can’t play House with boys only?”

Norway scoffed.

The Danish nation grinned. “Okay! So, the dad’s going to be---”

“Me.”

All eyes turned to Sweden who pulled Finland closer by the shoulder. “And he’s going to be the mother.”

Finland’s eyes widened. “W-What?!”

“WHAT?! SINCE WHEN DID YOU GET TO DECIDE?!” Denmark had the ‘O_O’ face on.

Sweden ignored Denmark and pointed at Norway. “He’s going to be son.” Norway then pointed at Iceland. “He’s going to be my younger brother.”

Iceland was taken aback. “What?! Oh nononononono! I quit!” He would’ve made a beeline to the door if it wasn’t for Sweden who pulled him by the back of his collar.

Sweden then stared at Denmark.

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Denmark looked back at him poker-faced.

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“Dog.”

“WHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT?!?!?!?!”

“Let’s start; we could use the dorm as the house.” Norway said, chuckling every now and then.

“DON’T IGNORE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

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We see Sweden dressed in a business suit, fixing his tie, grabbing his suitcase and turned to Finland who stood behind him in a frilly dress with apron.

“I’m going to work now.”

Finland smiled, eyebrow twitching. “G-Goodbye then.”

Sweden stared at him and Finland got scared. “W-What is it?”

“…Where’s my goodbye kiss?”

Finland was shocked. “W-What?”

“Goodbye kiss.” Sweden simply said. The Finnish nation cringed. He suddenly tried pushing the other nation outside. “N-No time! You’re gonna be late for work you know!”

“Ah, okay then….” Poker-faced Sweden said, walking away. Finland closed the door, sighed while sinking down slightly. “Thank goodness…..” He mumbled.

“Mother….” Norway suddenly appeared, dressed in his usual sailor suit. “Have you seen my brother?”

Finland stood straight and thought for a moment. “I think he’s with Matthias, sweetie….” He answered; hand on chin like a school girl.

Norway nodded and went to the back of the house where Denmark is.

“Matthias, have you seen my brother?”

We see Denmark with dog ears on his hair, fake dog tail tucked in the backside of his pants, a dog collar with the name ‘Matthias’ printed in gold around his neck and a leash tied to the dog house.

“Nope, haven’t seen him arf!” Matthias answered.

Norway scoffed, crossing his arms. “Hey, if we put the fantasy genre here, it’s going to be hard keeping this story in stable.”

“BUT MR. PUFFIN TALKS ARF! AND YOU DON’T REALLY HAVE TO MAKE THIS GAME TOO STRICT ARF!” Denmark yelled with the ‘O[]O’ face on.

Norway huffed. “Fine……” He started walking away. “WAIT ARF!” Denmark suddenly yelled.

“What is it now?”

“I’m hungry arf….” Denmark’s fake ears suddenly pulled down and he put a pout on.

“You should’ve eaten something before playing.”

“Just give me something to eat arf!” Denmark glared. Norway scoffed and got out his wand. “Here.” Suddenly a bowl of dog food appeared in front of Denmark.

“WHAT?! DOG FOOD?!”

“You’re a dog. So you eat dog food.” Norway explained blankly.

Suddenly a spotlight appeared above a gray colored sobbing Denmark. “B-But….I’m gonna die…..”

“Good for you.” Norway curled one side of his lips.

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Iceland dressed in similar clothes like Norway is currently hiding in the closet. “He won’t find me here.” He said.

Suddenly, the door opened revealing Sealand.

“Uncle Iceland, what are you doing in here?”

“Hiding from Norway. Why are you here and how did you find me?”

Sealand pointed at Mr. Puffin sitting on a bed pole. “Mr. Puffin told me. Are you guys playing hide and seek?”

“Uh, no. We’re playing House.”

Sealand’s face lit up. “Can I play? Can I play?” He started jumping up and down. “Uh, sure….Where’s Finland anyway?”

In cue, Finland appeared. “I’m here! Okay, Sealand you can join!”

“YAY!”

Finland got everyone back in the house. Denmark took off his collar and dog ears, slamming them to the ground. “Okay, this time. I’m going to decide!” He exclaimed, pointed to himself.

“Sweden and Finland are grandpa and grandma.”

Finland had the ‘O[]O’ face on. “Why am I a mother again?”

“I’m going to be the father!”

Norway had the ‘-___-‘ face on. “How the world can be so cruel…..”

“Norge is the oldest son while Iceland and Sealand is going to be youngest siblings!”

“I am SO not going to be Norway’s brother again.” Iceland tried to run away again but he was caught by Sweden’s tight grip.

“Let’s begin House Round 2.” Sweden said.

We now see the living room where Sweden and Finland dressed in old people clothes watching TV. Denmark dressed in a collared checkered shirt and pants entered the room.

“Morning grandpa, grandma!”

Sweden and Finland turned to him. “Are you supposed to be at work now?” Finland asked.

“Nah! Today’s a holiday!”

“It is?”

“Yeah!”

As the Danish nation continued talking, his loud voice reached through the hallway and to the shared room of the three brothers. Norway dressed in a school uniform scoffed as he pulled his ear away from the door.

“How messed up is my family now….” He hissed. “Yes, with YOU as my brother.” Iceland also commented, yelling ‘you’ louder. Norway ignored Iceland’s comment as he turned to them, placing hands on their shoulders.

“Don’t worry my brothers; I shall graduate school so we can get out of here. And don’t worry; I’ll make sure you both will still be in school.” Norway said with determination.

“Uncle Norway is sure making this game SO serious!” Sealand commented happily.

Suddenly someone came through the bedroom window. “Ohonhonhon~! Bonjour monsieurs~!”

“Hi France!” Sealand waved. Norway went in front of them, in defensive mode. “Quick, call 911.”

“Don’t be like that~! For I am YOUR REAL FATHER!” France exclaimed. Norway and Iceland had the ‘-____-‘ face on. “What?”

“Come with me, for you get three straight meals and get to sleep peacefully!” France continued. Iceland’s face suddenly lit up (though I hardly see him like that….) at a sudden thought of getting out of here and away from Norway.

Before anyone could move, the bedroom slammed open revealing the grandparents.

“You’re not taking my grandchildren.” Sweden glared, going into a battle stance. “Grandfather!”

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France and Sweden now stood on a platform floating on dark purplish surroundings.

“Yet another battle between two unlikely nations! Real father France and Grandfather Sweden!” America announced, in the sidelines with the four other nations.

“You sure came out of nowhere….” Norway commented, ‘-___-‘ face on. “Where are we anyway?” He asked, turning around.

“Dude, who knows!” America lifted his shoulders. Then they all turned to watch the fight. “Sve-san, be careful!” Finland called out and the said nation turned to him, nodding.

FRANCE VS SWEDEN

“Ready….FIGHT!” America rang a bell.

Sweden lifted up his Surströmming slowly and…….HIT FRANCE WITH ONE HIT ON THE HEAD!

Others (except Norway): O__O

“That ended pretty fast….” Iceland broke the silence.

“Yeah….” Sealand echoed.

“SWEDEN WON!” America exclaimed, ringing the bell again.

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A tired looking Denmark entered the house, wearing business clothes. Yeah, he was forced to go to work by the grandparents.

“I’m home….” He groggily yelled, trying to take off his tie as he made his way to his ‘children’s’ room.

He was shocked when he saw France lying dead on the floor with a large bump on the head.

“What the….”

At the end of the day, everybody went home to their respective dorms; some enjoyed the House game, some may not….

*~*~*~END OF CHAPTER 26~*~*~*