"Erm....Denmark san, why are we hiding in the closet?"
Shiver shiver shiver
"Yeah, why are hiding in the closet, why not Ikea?"
Shiver shiver shiver
"Seriously! Else Christmas ain't gonna be fun!"
Shiver shiver shiver
"I don't care, let us out! I want liquorice!!!"
"W-we-we...."
"What now? I need to practice my magic!"
"WE RAN OUT OF COFFEE!!!!"
"OH MY GAWWWWWWWWWWWWD!!!"
The Nordic five ran out of the closet, and started screaming, shouting and breaking furniture.
"I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! WE EMERGENTLY NEED TO---"
(Place whatever music ring tone you like)
"Ahem, I'll answer it."
Norway walked towards the broken mobile, and answered the call.
"Hello? This is the Nordic M15 Grocery shop. How can I help you?"
"This is the Police, leader 24457 England Kirkland. I am 100% sure you're Norway?"
*cue sweatdrop*
"A-ah, er, hi, er England san!"
"No need Agent Norway, and plus why a grocery store this time? I swore you said you were the Nordic M15 Butchers last time. Why did you change?"
"A-aha! Ah yes, I kinda had to make it up."
"So, back to business, we need your help."
Norway's face instantly turned serious. He put the phone on the floor, and had it on speaker.
"As you know, the Prime minister's daughter has been killed. She hasn't."
The nordic five gasped, and listened intently.
"We need to track down where she is, and who caught her. The only root to finding her is a special type of coffee called (whatever name you put)."
The Nordics insatntly went insane.
"Oh my gosh England! JUST AS WE NEES OUR DAILY DOSE OF COFFEEEEE!!!"
"Ahem."
They all stopped.
Norway spoke,
"Yes sir, right away."
Soon they left.
