I got asked to turn this into a one-shot. Sorry it took so long XD

Norway peered out of the door to the tent he was sharing with Iceland. It had been Finland's idea this. Camping. He'd always enjoyed it, but most of the time he was by himself. He couldn't remember the last time he'd camped with other people.

The circle of tents all had doors that pointed into the centre where Sweden was crouched over a small pile of sticks, rubbing a couple of stones together in an attempt to make a fire. After a moment, he muttered a curse under his breath, brought out a box of matches and dropped a lit match onto the sticks, carefully placing the stones alongside it as though no one would notice.

"What're you doing?"

Norway backed into the tent again and turned to glance at Iceland who frowned at him, still cocooned in his sleeping bag.

"You know the purpose of a door is to enter or leave, not sit in the middle of it staring out. That's what a window's for."

"Do you see any windows?" Norway raised an eyebrow.

"Shut up" Iceland grumbled, burying himself further into his sleeping bag so that only the top of his silver hair could be seen. Norway stifled a laugh and crawled out of the tent to where Finland had joined Sweden with a tub of coffee. Unsurprisingly, Denmark was no where to be seen.

"Morning Norway" Finland said, stirring some of the coffee into hot water and handing it to him. "There you go."

"Milk?" Norway asked.

Finland shook his head. "Nope. Black, just like normal."

"Like your soul" Iceland said, coming out of the tent.

Norway contemplated throwing the coffee at him, but turned it down and instead threw one of the sticks that Sweden had failed to burn at him before continuing to dig the butter out of the cool-box they had.

"What time is it?" Iceland said, sitting down on a log next to the fire.

"Ten?" Finland glanced at his watch and nodded. "Yeah. Just before ten."

Iceland blinked and shrugged.

"Should someone go and wake up Denmark?" Finland asked as Iceland stood up again and wandered back into his tent.

"Probably" Norway said. For a moment, no one moved. He sighed in frustration and got up, making his way towards Denmark's tent. "Hey Den, you getting up any time soon?" there was a muffled noise from inside. "Are you decent?" There was another muffled noise that didn't sound as though he was telling him to go away so Norway opened the door to the tent a little.

Inside was a bundle of sleeping bag and a pair of eyes.

"You know you have to get up at some point" Norway grunted. "It's ten." Denmark mumbled something. "I can't hear you."

"I've... uh... got the zip stuck" Denmark mumbled, louder this time.

Norway stared at him for a second before laughing. "Have you actually?"

Denmark scowled at him from the sleeping bag and nodded.

"Well... good luck" Norway grinned and left, leaving the tent flap wide open.

Denmark huffed and squrimed until he was on his feet before crawling the way a caterpillar might do to the entrance and flopping out. "'m stuck" he shouted, met with Norway laughing again, joined shortly after by Iceland and Finland.

"Well done Den" Iceland smirked.

"Should we help him" Finland muttered to Norway, who looked at him as though he was insane.

"Help him?" Norway stared at him. "No way."

"Sweden" Denmark called. "Please."

Sweden glanced up from attempting to cook bacon over his fire. "Idiot" he muttered before focusing back on the bacon.

"What!" Denmark yelled, shuffling up onto his feet so he could hop around. "You're a traitor!"

"And the rest of them aren't?" Sweden raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah but..." Denmark sighed and sat down on a log as best he could. He managed to get his head free and glared at them all. "You're all dead to me."

"Don't be like that Den" Finland stuck out his lip. "It's funny."

"It's really not. I mean..." Denmark started, but was cut off by a camera noise. Iceland lowered his phone a little and proceeded to type something. "Don't you dare put that on social media Ice."

Iceland glanced up, unfazed, and pressed another button. "Oops."

"You're dead to me" Denmark muttered.

"I was already dead to you" Iceland pointed out. "We all were."

"Yeah?" Denmark scowled. "Well... I'll take all your liquorice."

For a second Iceland looked scared. "How're you gonna do that? Your arms are stuck inside that thing too aren't they."

"That's not the point" Denmark yelled. "I'll hire someone to do it for me. They'll tie you to a chair and slowly burn it all in front of you."

"Good luck" Iceland smirked. "I have Norway and Finland on my side."

"Psht" Denmark huffed, burrowing further into his sleeping bag. "But seriously guys, please help. I don't wanna be a red caterpillar for the rest of my life."

"Serves you right for choosing red then" Sweden said, dangling the piece of bacon, now thourghly cooked, in front of his face, just out of reach.

"Su-san, that's a bit far" Finland said behind his hand that hid a grin.

"Hm?" Sweden turned around, shrugged and stepped back.

"Come on guys please" Denmark begged. "Please?"

"This is animal cruelty" Iceland said thoughtfully.

"Yes it..." Denmark stopped. "Wait a second, what do you mean by that?"

"Let you out?" Norway raised an eyebrow. "But this is funny"

"Norge" Denmark whined.

"No" Norway turned around.

"I'll melt all the butter and pour it away" Denmark threatened.

"With no arms?" Norway turned back to him. "Fine. I'll just pour all the alcohol away, and go to the shop to buy more. And a lock on the fridge."

"I'll put lego on the foor"

"Again, with no arms?"

"I don't need arms" Denmark grinned. "It's Lego. It does my bidding without me having to move it. I'm their king. The Lego does what I want it to do."

Norway scoffed. "Yeah right."

"And I'll carry on whining."

At this Norway flinched. That could get ridiculously annoying after a while. There was a minute of silence where no one said anything.

"Well... how are we going to help you out if you've got yourself stuck?" Sweden asked.

It was as though the fact that he was actually stuck had only just dawned on him. Denmark groaned and leaned backwards too far, falling backwards off the log.

Finland laughed and shook his head. "Fine. I'll go and get the scissors."