The Norways, Swedens, and Finlands were finally moving. It had taken a bit of time for Lukas to recover from his possession, but now that he was fine, it was off to America's house.

The alternate countries had warned everyone about their America and his bizarreness. They made sure everyone knew not to take offense to anything he said, as his judgment wasn't the best.

Norway knocked on the door to the surprisingly modest house of the Alfred's. He was greeted immediately by a brightly grinning face and a loud "Hey!"

His smile dropped when he saw the pairs of countries standing outside. "Oh God!" He screamed, fleeing the doorway, "More of them!" He franticly ran back inside, colliding with a wall and leaving his door wide open.

Norway stood perfectly still, then blinked twice, "What?"

"That's just Alfred," Tino assured weakly, patting the taller man's shoulder. "He's always paranoid about supernatural stuff."

"At least we know America is here…" Sweden sighed, trying to mentally prepare himself as he walked inside.

The inside of the house was cluttered with random junk, pieces of paper, strange figurines, and old clothing. The group managed to weave their way through the maze into what they assumed was the living room. Or at least they tried to go into it. A couch, stuck diagonally against the wall, was covering most of the doorway. There were two small gaps at the top and bottom.

Berwald tried to push the couch out of the way, but in only moved an inch before stopping. He tried again, using his shoulder as leverage, but the piece of furniture refused to budge. "I thin' there's somethin' on the other side." He added after another failed attempted. "I thin' someone should go," try to crawl through the bottom.

Tino smiled, "That's a great idea! I'll try first." He lay on the ground and tried to wiggle his way through the small gap on his stomach. He suddenly stopped, his voice a bit strained, "Uh, Ber, can you try to lift it again, I'm stuck."

Berwald pushed against the couch even harder than before, but it still refused to move even a tiny bit. He tried again, more frantically, panic rising through him. On his third try, nothing happened. But suddenly it slid backwards maybe two inches before locking back into place. Tino managed to slip through the rest of the way into the other room.

Norway sighed, leaning back onto the couch, "You know," He said, turning to Berwald, "You could have just asked me for help instead of having me watch for awhile and then help."

Berwald just nodded.

On the other side, Tino examined the block. There was the couch, of course, and also a large dresser, a small reclining chair, and two beanbags. Tino got to work trying to disassemble the barricade, pulling out the beanbags first. He then pushed away the smaller chair.

He didn't even bother trying to move the dresser, instead just calling out through the gap, "Uh, can I get some help over here?"

After a moment, the barricade suddenly shifted a bit and two other people, Sweden and Lukas, slipped through the slightly widened gap without too much difficulty.

The three began to push on the dresser together. It moved a bit with each shove they gave it. They worked for about fifteen minutes, just pushing the giant piece of wood and presumably bowling balls out of the way. Just as they finished, the couch toppled over, nearly hitting Sweden on the head.

The other half of the group quickly filed in, Norway apologizing for almost giving Sweden a concussion. The sextet rested for a few minutes before moving on.

The living room was a wreck, random books and videos games strewn across the floor. Practically dancing through the room, they reached the other side.

And then the quickly ran back into the living room.

"W-what was that?" Norway looked to his other self for some sort of clarification.

"I don't' know." Lukas' voice shook just a tiny bit, doing nothing to reassure the others. If Lukas was freaking out, even a little bit, they knew the situation was bad.

"Let's try to be rational here." Sweden was trying not to panic, or at not least show he was panicking. Come on Sweden, you were a Viking! You can handle this! "We need to have someone go and check out just what that thing was. Any volunteers?"

A few stressful moments of utter silence passed before Finland suddenly stood and adjusted his hat. After that he wordlessly, like always, strode into the other room.

The other five peered around the corner and watched as the Finn scanned the cluttered space, quickly spotting the previous source of panic. And then, like only Finland would do, he kicked it.

The thing gave a small, surprised yelp and ran into the open. Every nation, alternate or not, felt terrified and perhaps slightly disgusted at the thing. It was like a child, excluding the strange grey skin and grossly enlarged head. Every nation felt panicked, except, of course, Finland.

Instead of freaking out like everyone did last time, Finland drew is knife and charged the thing. It quickly fled the room, understanding the message quite clearly. The rest of the group cautiously entered the room, still on the lookout for more of those things. After assuming there were no more, they turned to Finland.

"Thanks, Finland." Sweden offered, smiling to his neighbor. The Finn nodded, and began to cross the room.

They were soon confronted by a large staircase and another door. Lukas tested the doorknob, and found it locked. "Anyone know how to pick locks?" Silence. "Anyone know how to bash a door down?"

Berwald stepped forwards and examined the door. He looked over to Norway and nodded.

Norway stood to his side, "Alright, on the count of three." Berwald nodded again. "One! Two! Thre-"

"WHAT THE HELL!" Alfred was practically flying down the stairs, "WHO HURT TONY!"

The only sound was of silent screaming and Lukas slapping himself in the face.

Hello World! Sorry if the formatting is weird, FanFiction was being all wonky today. My my, it has been awhile. I hope you liked this chapter, I spent a lot of time on and had to listen to In The Hall Of The Mountain King for three hours on loop to write it. SCC out!