Summary- If all the Nordics ever played Monopoly it would probably end with

Denmark drunk and crying in the corner

Finland foaming at the mouth and hanging off of the ceiling fan

Iceland shoving all of the money in his mouth. Next goes the board.

Norway evaporating. He just evaporates. Gone. Bye.

Sweden didn't even come. Not after last time.

Game Night.

It was both everyone's favorite time, as well as everyone's least favorite.

Reasons for these varied by game.

The Game of Life, Cards Against Humanity, Clue, Headbandz, Guess Who, Would You Rather, and more.

Tonight, however, Monopoly had been chosen.

Monopoly was always a bad idea.

Always.

Things tended to be fine the first little while - except before beginning, when everyone was trying to chose their pieces - they all wanted to be that stupid little dog - then things started getting bad.

Game pieces were thrown, vases were smashed, regrettable things were said.

This time though, things got worse.

Monopoly would not be played again.

Ever.

"YOU FUCKING IDIOT! OH MY GOD! YOU PASSED BOARDWALK, YOU HAVE TO PAY LUXURY TAX! I HAVE A HOTEL, SEE?! SEE?! PAY IT OUT YOUR LAVA-COATED ASS!"

"I DON'T HAVE TO DO SHIT, YOU STUPID PILE OF PUFFIN COCKS! I'M ICELAND! ICELAND I TELL YOU!"

"YOUR DUMBASS COUNTRY DOESN'T EVEN HAVE ICE!"

"FUCK YOU! AT LEAST I'M NOT SWEDEN'S BOTTOM BITCH!"

"BOTTOM BITCH? WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? BOTTOM BITCH! BITCH, I AM FINLAND! FINLAND! I TOP THE FUCK OUT OF HIS ASS!"

"FINE THEN, PINOCCHIO!"

"BITCH, I WILL CUT YOU!"

Finland dove for the young Icelandic nation, destroying the progress made. Denmark screamed, throwing himself at the board in anguish.

"YOU ANIMALS! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!"

He gave a horrid sob, laying down next to the destroyed game. His beer was still in his hand, and he curled around it as well as he could.

Norway watched silently from his place, covered in game pieces and money. He just stared, silently, seeming to fade away.

Oh.

Well.

Now he really was fading away.

Iceland screamed when Finland yanked his hair painfully. He pulled himself barely free, clawing his way from the other's grip, Tino wrapping nearly his whole body around Emil's legs. He howled, grabbing every bit of money he could and shoving it in his mouth.

"ICELAND WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! SPIT IT OUT, SPIT IT OUT!"

Finland gave a high-pitched, rage-filled shriek, shaking the Icelandic nation by his shoulders in horror.

He had eaten the money.

He had eaten it.

And now he was going for the board!

"NO! NO! NO! EMIL NO!"

Finland shrieked.

Iceland ripped a rather large chunk of the game board off the whole, shoving that in his mouth as well, staring Finland directly in the eyes.

Finland, eyes now bleeding tears, screamed, collapsing onto the ground in a heap. He shrieked a mighty shriek, pulling at his hair from the fetal position.

"NO ONE CAN STOP ME NOW! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Iceland howled in victory, volcanoes erupting behind him.

Denmark still sobbed in the corner, clutched to his beer. Norway had disappeared.

But, what was that?

That little thing in the window-

Oh.

Right.

That was Sweden.

He didn't come to play.

Not after last time.

He observed the chaos, relieved he wasn't there.

No more Monopoly for them, it seemed.

Sweden shook his head in disdain, turning and leaving.