As Norway made his way to room 1A, he grew increasingly excited to meet his promised "new family". Though, in the back of his head a voice was screaming viciously to get out, he dismissed it, smiling and skipping all the way to the hallway labeled "Hallway 1". He walked down the hallway and reached the door labelled 1A, which happened to look incredibly similar to the front door of the Nordic house. Norway ran his hand along the familiar carvings of the door, suddenly having a flashback to when Sweden made the door in his wood shop and Finland squealed with happiness as they replaced the ugly screen door with Sweden's beautifully hand crafted masterpiece.

Norway swung the familiar door open and was once again met with the spray of the mist. Any hesitant thoughts he had about entering the room completely vanished, and his excitement to meet his "family" grew. As the mist cleared away, he was met with the sight of the nordic house, everyone in the same position as they had been the morning before, yet, not moving. Finland was at the sink, the water was running but he was still. Sweden was feeding the dog but in his bent position he looked like a statue. Iceland was sitting on the couch, texting, yet not moving his fingers at all. Denmark was nowhere to be found.

Norway smiled at the sight of them, but frowned at their lack of movement. He walked over to Finland and moved a hand in front of his face but received no reaction. As he observed his unmoving friend's body, he noticed the hinges and bolts on his wrists and mouth. They were dolls. 

Norway backed away in caution, eyes widening as he realized he was practically in a dollhouse. Whatever effects the mist had put on him had immediately vanished at the sight of his family, frozen still in the room. 

"What the fuck..." Norway muttered under his breath, backing away warily as his heart rate increased. As he turned to run back into the hallway, he saw the door that he had come from quickly swing shut. He ran over and pulled on the handle, which wouldn't budge, and began to panic as the realization set in. He wasn't going to get out. He knew he couldn't scream, because no one would hear. Just as he was about to ram himself into the door, he was sprayed with the familiar blue mist, and every thought of escaping ran right out of his mind. He suddenly felt at peace, happy even, to be in his own home again. Of course, Denmark was missing, but he didn't need him anyway.

He made his way over to Iceland's doll and took the phone out of his hand. "It's family time Icey. No texting during family time." Norway scolded, shattering the phone on the stone floor near the fireplace. The doll, of course, had no reaction, but Norway smiled at it anyway. 

"I'm in control now." Norway realized. No one could disobey him, he was in charge. He positioned Iceland's doll in a sleeping position, curled up next to Norway like he used to sleep when he was a child. Norway stroked his hair softly as he sang a sweet lullaby:

Sofðu unga ástin mín.

Úti regnið grætur.

Mamma geymir gullin þín,

gamla leggi og völuskrín.

Við skulum ekki vaka um dimmar nætur.

Það er margt sem myrkrið veit,

minn er hugur þungur.

Oft ég svarta sandinn leit

svíða grænan engireit.

Í jöklinum hljóða dauðadjúpar sprungur.

Sofðu lengi, sofðu rótt,

seint mun best að vakna.

Mæðan kenna mun þér fljótt,

meðan hallar degi skjótt,

að mennirnir elska, missa, gráta og sakna.

After finishing the lullaby, Norway smiled. He used to sing that lullaby to get Iceland to fall asleep when he was a baby. It was an old Icelandic folk song called "Sleep My Young Love", and Norway really only sang it now when Iceland was sick or too delusional to realize that Norway was singing to him. 

As Norway shut the lids on Iceland's glassy doll eyes, he made his way over to Finland to shut the water off. When he noticed there were no more dishes left to be cleaned he brought Finland to the dining table, where he sat him down with a candle. He then repositioned Sweden's doll and sat him down right across from Finland.

"Date night." Norway stated, proud of himself for setting up this little date night between the two dolls. After admiring his handiwork, Norway yawned and stretched. He was feeling a bit tired. He made his way upstairs and walked into his room, the mist once again hitting him as he walked through the doorway. As he twirled through the blue mist he leaped onto his bed, surprised to find it so soft after sleeping on the concrete floor that day. Once pulling the blankets over himself and making himself comfortable, he shut his eyes, hoping for a good night of dreaming.

But his subconscious would not let him rest.

I just sneezed. Anyway. Hope you liked this chapter. Pce. SIKE what's good I hope you've been enjoying even though i update literally once every two weeks (i apologize)... I've been really busy and I know march is a long way away but march will be the holy month of updating because i have two weeks of break. In the meantime, sorry for the upload dates \(•_•)/