Norway woke up on the cold,wet floor of a completely concrete room. He stayed calm as he remembered his walk through the forest and the familiar piercing voice that belonged to whoever had taken him. He stood up and looked around. There were no windows, no furniture, no people, there was no anything really. The only thing Norway could see was the flickering lightbulb that hung above him and the steel door to the front of him. The room was made of solid concrete and the floor was damp and flooded with about an inch of water. Norway noticed he wasn't wearing what he had been wearing before. His feet were bare and he was left in a matching set of purple pajamas. Who the hell had kidnapped him?

He took deep breaths as he tried not to panic, heading towards the steel door to see if he could get out. He found the handle and was surprised when he pulled it open, revealing an incredibly long hallway filled with an unimaginable number of doors.

"Where the hell am I?" Norway muttered to himself, slightly panicking at the hallway in front of him. He took a few steps, the cold stone bricks underneath him sending a shiver through his body. He squinted and noticed the hallway looked never-ending. As he felt his heart beat a little faster in panic he started to run. He ran and ran and ran until he reached what he thought was the end of the hallway, but was in fact a turn into another endless hallway filled with even more doors. 

"What the fuck." he mumbled, staring down at another identical hallway filled with identical doors. He figured he must've been in a castle, considering how big it was. He ran back down the hallway, deciding to go back to the room in which he had woken up. When he had opened the door originally he had let the inch of water flood the hallway, causing a puddle to form near the entrance. Norway stepped through the puddle and back into the room in which he had woken up. Nothing had changed. Bare walls, solid, concrete nothingness. He scowled in disgust as he felt a mist of water spray onto him  as he passed through the doorway. 

When he opened the door he was greeted with an identical room, yet this time, there was a mirror and a nightstand standing at the back of the room. Norway approached the nightstand cautiously, observing it as his heart pounded in anxiety. It was a plain white nightstand, the carvings in the doorknobs reminding him of the furniture Sweden had built for the Nordic house. Norway warily opened the first drawer, finding a folded piece of paper reading:

Norway: Read Me

Norway opened the letter revealing a note that said:

Stare into the mirror. Look at every imperfection. Every pore, every wrinkle, every crack in your chapped lips, every scar, everything. Look at it. 

Norway hesitantly obeyed as he was forced to look at himself in the mirror.

You are unloved. You are ugly. You are imperfect. Nobody loves you.

Norway felt a slight pain in his chest as he read those words. Was it true? His brother never said he loved him, no one ever really told him that they loved him. Maybe he really was unloved.

Now look away. Isn't that better? No longer forced to see the lonely, worthless structure of flesh and bones that you call yourself. Good. Now open the second drawer. 

Norway opened the second drawer of the nightstand to reveal another note. This time all it said was:

Open the third drawer. 

Norway obeyed, revealing a hammer and a note saying:

Now smash it. Get rid of it. Destroy that ugly, unworthy, useless thing that you see in the mirror. Kill it.

Norway didn't know why, but he was suddenly filled with determination to end what he saw in the mirror. Destroy it. As he looked back at his body in the mirror, he scowled in disgust at the body before him. He lifted the hammer in his hand and brought it down on the mirror, smashing it into a billion pieces. He kept smashing and smashing until a note was revealed on wall where the mirror once stood. It read:

Now, worthless creature. Make your way to room 1A, where you will meet your new family. A family that actually loves you. You'll never need those stupid nordics again. Your new family is here and ready to love you. 

Norway suddenly felt excited at the thought of a new family. It was like Christmas! But Norway's subconscious was screaming, begging him to get to safety. He knew deep down something was wrong, he shouldn't be here. But his conscious was completely fooled. As he left the room with the mirror he felt himself being sprayed with the mist again, but this time he danced through it happily.

As he grew determined to find his promised "new family", he looked at the label on the door he had just exited. Room 2B. 

It was time to find room 1A.