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Disclaimer: Though this may be shocking, I am not Japanese(gasp!), A troll-I mean Devil- I mean New York Times Best selling Author, or a British woman. This means, sadly, that I am not Hiromi Arakawa, Rick Riordan, or J.K.Rowling, which also implies that I don't own any of the main/side characters except for Augustine. Sorry to disappoint.

A/N: I am using google translate and other translation site for every version of a language that isn't US English. Just please be aware if I accidentally translate something wrongly. If you can, I'd greatly appreciate it if you could comment and tell.

Magnus' POV

"Dammit Jack! Where's my hot dog?" Magnus yelled, furious that the sword had stolen his lunch. "I needed that!"

The room had been torn apart by a furious Magnus, the lazyboy in the bathtub and the vase Alex had given him hanging off of a tree limb. All for sword with an impaled hot dog on it.

"Not telling!" The sword hum-yelled, it's voice echoing off of the bedroom walls.

Magnus kicked the nearby coffee table, stubbing his toe. "**********!" He cursed.

A disgruntled TJ threw open Magnus' door, looking annoyed. He shook his newspaper angrily at Magnus.

"Keep it down Magnus! Some of us our trying to read. And if you're so distraught over a hot dog, why don't you get another one? They're free, you know."

Magnus growled at TJ, scaring the soldier. Magnus' eyes were surrounded by dark circles, his face was covered in dark stubble, and he still wore pajamas from 4 days ago.

"Good Gods Magnus. What happened to you?"

"I can't fall asleep due to a certain sword constantly singing bad Katy Perry and keeping me up all night long." He growled angrily. "It's like I'm infested with Jacks. Can't he just, I don't know, turn into a pendant and hum? He won't even let me touch him!"

TJ fiddled with his straps. "How about you sleep in my room for now? Jack can just stay in here and you can take a nap."

"Really? TJ, you are a life-saver. Not even Frey's healing could help me!"

TJ nodded before escorted the exhausted demigod to his room. TJ helped Magnus into his bed, and within seconds Magnus was asleep. TJ was about to leave to go back to the lobby when he heard a voice coming from his bed.

"Hello? Magnus? Are you there? Is this thing on?"

TJ ran over to the bed and patted down Magnus, looking for the source of the voice. He found Magnus' phone(made by Leo Valdez) and answered it.

"Hello? This is Thomas Jefferson Jr speaking. Who is this?"

"Oh! TJ! I'm Annabeth, Magnus' living cousin. Can I speak to him now?"

"Annabeth? Oh yeah, sure. The only thing is that he's been sleep-deprived for the past few days and he's finally got the chance to sleep."

"Oh...Wait. Doesn't time between Midgard and Valhalla flow differently?"

"Yeah?"

"I'll be right back."

*click*

TJ stared at the phone before setting it on the bedside table next to Magnus. What a strange girl...

He shrugged and walked out of the room. Magnus needed sleep, and TJ was going to give it to him.

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Magnus groaned, waking up to the sound of a ringing phone.

"Ughhh...Who is it?" He grumbled, sounding annoyed.

"Magnus? Is that you? Are you ok?" Annabeth asked concernedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What's up Annabeth?"

"Are you free for the next few days?"

Magnus looked at his planner. He had pottery to the death with Alex on Thursday, but other than that it was stuff he could skip.

"I'm free until Thursday."

"Great. Can you please come over to Camp? We have a quest we need you to help with."

"What kind of quest?"

"The Incomplete Prophecy's quest."

"Not The Incomplete Prophecy, right?"

"That's the one."

Magnus groaned audibly. He had just saved the world and now it needed saving again? Why did the Norns hate him so much?

"Fine. I'll come. See you in a few."

"Bye Magnus. Be safe!"

The phone call ended with a click, and with that, Magnus flopped on TJ's bed.

"I guess I need to go pack now.."

As he got up, the crew stormed in. Mallory, Halfborn, TJ, and Alex, all looking pissed.

"What did I do now?" Magnus asked.

"Yer eejit! Yer signed up for a quest jist cos? Did Jack somehow damage yisser brain? Its suicide!"(You idiot! you signed up for a quest just because? Did Jack somehow damage your brain? Its suicide!) Mallory screamed, her heavy Irish accent slipping out.

"Magnus, please think rationally. You need more sleep. Just go lay down." TJ begged.

"What about my pottery class Magnus?" Alex demanded.

"Is it really that important to you Magnus?" Halfborn asked calmly.

Magnus held up his hands in surrender. "Guys, its the Incomplete Prophecy. The one known throughout all the pantheons. I can't ignore it if it's that important."

They all groaned in sync. Mallory looked slightly less pissed. "We nu...it's just- we're worried aboyt yer Magnus. We don't want ter clap yer end up in de void jist cos av sum quest..."(We know...It's just- we're worried about you Magnus. We don't want to see you end up in the void just because of some quest...)

Magnus smiled. "Guys, I know. But come on, it can't be that bad. Annabeth said it's only until Thursday. I swear."

They smiled sadly and hugged Magnus. Alex's stance indicated she was female today, and she gave Magnus a peck of the cheek. "You better not be late for my class."

I grinned and nodded as I readied myself for the quest. Now, how to get out...

"Oh, Magnus, I found an exit last night by the way." Halfborn said.

"What? Where?"

"Behind the vase by the elevator. If you knock on it 3 times before moving it, it'll show a chute behind it. The chute can fit me, so I sure you'll be fine."

"Do you know where it lands?"

"Nope."

Magnus laughed. This was going to be fun. And if he landed in China, he was sure Annabeth would find him. He hugged his friends one more time before leaving to pack.When he was done, Alex sent him off. "See ya." She said in fake cheeriness.

"Ditto, Alex. Ditto."

"Dude, never say that again." Jack hummed as he flew towards Magnus. "It's so awkward to watch you 2. Just go already."

Jack proceeded to shrink into pendant form as he clipped on to Magnus's necklace. Surprisingly, Magnus felt no fatigue.

He positioned himself on the chute like a kid would on a slide, and with the count of 3, launched himself down the dark metal chute. When the chute ended, Magnus went into freefall as he went unconscious.

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Magnus awoke in a thin forest of pine trees. The air was thick with mist and the sky was bluer than cobalt. He struggled to his feet as he struggled to get his bearings. Where was he? He walked to the cottage off in the distance.

The cottage looked old and shabby, as if it hadn't been touched in several years. He knocked on the door softly, sure that his einherji strength would break down the door if he knocked normally. He heard footsteps before the door creaked open. A man about 21 stood at the door with a neutral expression.

"Hallo. Hva gjør du her lille gutt?"(Hello. What are you doing here little boy?) The man's eyes widened ever so slightly as he stared at Magnus. "Oi da. Du er en einherjar, ikke sant? Jeg har ikke sett en av dine slag i evigheter. Hva bringer deg til Norge?" (Oh my. You're an einherjar, aren't you? I haven't seen one of your kind in ages. What brings you here to Norway?)

Magnus blinked, unsure why he could understand the man.

"Umm...You said I'm in Norway, right? Is there any reception here? I need to call a friend."

"Åh. Er det alt? Ja, det er mottak her. Kom inn er du snill."(Oh. Is that all? Yes, there is the reception here. Come in, please.)

Magnus followed the man inside. The man had Magnus sit down on an old patched couch as he fetched some water for Magnus. Magnus pulled out his phone and called Annabeth.

"Hey Annabeth?"

"Yes Magnus?"

"I'm in Midgard."

"That's great Magnus. Where are you?"

"Norway."

"Oh. Where are you calling from?"

"A man I just met's house."

"Ask him about transportation and your location. I'll try to find a way to get you in the meanwhile."

"Ok, bye."

"Bye Magnus."

Magnus turned to look at the man, who was busy making a kettle of something. Probably coffee.

"Umm, sir? Where exactly am I?"

"Nær Storbælingsjøen, i Haltdalen"(Near Storbælingsjøen, in Haltdalen)"

"Okay...Where's the nearest airport?"

"Fagernes lufthavn, i Leirin.(Location)"

"Do you know how I can get there? I need to find a way back to America."

The man turned around and asked carefully, "Bor du i Amerika?"(Do you live in America?)

"Yes."

"Ikke bekymre deg for transport. Jeg tar deg. Hvor i Amerika?"(Don't worry about transportation. I'll take you. Where in America?)

"Long Island, New York."

"New York, va? Når vil du reise?"(New York, huh? When do you want to leave?)

"As soon as possible I guess..."

"Ok. Jeg vil la piloten min vite det umiddelbart. Og jeg vil avbryte min RVSP på FN-møtet. Bare vent et øyeblikk."(Okay. I will let my pilot know immediately. And I'll cancel my RVSP at the UN meeting. Just wait a moment.)

"Your pilot?!?! Who are you exactly? A god in disguise?"

"Nei, dessverre ikke. Jeg er imidlertid veldig lik. Jeg ble skapt av mennesker for å tjene dem, og når folkene mine er borte, vil jeg forsvinne som Scandia." (No, unfortunately not. However, I am very similar. I was created by people to serve them and when my people are gone, I will disappear like Scandia.)

"May I ask your name at least?"

"Jeg er kjent med flere navn, men du kan ringe meg enten Lukas Bondevik eller Kongeriket Norge."(I am familiar with several names, but you can call me either Lukas Bondevik or the Kingdom of Norway.)

"You're joking, right?"

The man stared at Magnus with a blank expression.

"Oh Gods, you're not. I'm in a country's house. I guess if Frey exists then human countries exist too. What's next, green trolls?"

"Egentlig ... om det ... ummm ... nevermind."(Actually... about that...)

"Mr. Norway, can I have a cup of whatever you're making? I need a drink."

"Alkoholholdige eller ikke-alkoholholdige?"(Alcoholic or Non-alcoholic?)

"Virgin, please.(A/N: I don't know if this is true in other English speaking countries, but in the US if you want a non-alcoholic version of a drink, like a Bloody Mary, then you say you want it virgin and they'll leave out or substitute the alcohol). Are you making coffee?"

"Ja. Jeg henter deg en kopp. Vennligst unnskyld meg når jeg snakker med min pilot og sekretær." (Yes. I'll get you a cup. Please excuse me while I speak with my pilot and secretary.)

The man poured Magnus a cup of coffee in a chipped mug before walking out of the room. Magnus sipped the coffee. His expression changed as he swallowed the sip.

"Wow, this coffee's really good. I haven't had a cup this good in a while."

He sat in the living room, taking in his surroundings. the room was nearly bare, with a threadbare carpet underneath the couch, a painting, and a wooden coffee table. Despite everything's age, the furniture felt just like a pair of worn sneakers. Recognizable, comfortable, and well made.

Norway came back in, his face showing slight irritation. "Mine brødre fant ut om din ankomst. De kommer til å komme med oss på vei til Amerika. Jeg håper du kan forstå dansk og kan stå en egoistisk chatterbox." (My brothers found out about your arrival. They are going to come along with us on our way to America. I hope you can understand Danish and can stand an egoistical chatterbox.)

"Your...brothers? Are they adopted since you're a country? And what was that about Danish?"

"Nei. Dessverre er brødrene mine relatert av blod. De 5 av oss er de nordiske landene. Island, Norge, Danmark, Sverige og Finland. Og Danmark er chatty." (No. Unfortunately, my brothers are related by blood. The 5 of us are the Nordic countries. Iceland, Norway, Denmark, Sweden and Finland. And Denmark is chatty one.)

"Does that mean every country has a human representation of them? What about America?"

"Ja. Det er versjoner av meg i alle land. Når det gjelder Amerika, ikke ring USA til det fordi fordi Canada og Mexico blir sint. Og bare for din informasjon, USA er en ubehagelig høymunnet slob."(Yes. There are versions of me in every country. As for the America, don't call the USA America because then Canada and Mexico get angry. And just for your information, USA's an obnoxious loud-mouthed slob.)

"Oh. That's both cool and disappointing."

"Saken er ... Vi er alle super stereotypiske versjoner av våre land. Amerika kan ikke hjelpe sin helt-kompleks, Englands teobesøkelse, eller Østerrikes snootiness. Det er bare hvem vi er." (The thing is...we all are the super stereotypical versions of our countries. America can't help his hero-complex, England's tea obession, or Austria's snootiness. It's just who we are.)

"Oh, so that's why you have such a straight face and won't look me in the eye, right? That's because there's a stereotype that Norwegians are really shy unless they're drunk, right?"

"Riktig. Og hvis vi ønsker å komme fram til tiden, bør vi gå i de neste 5 minuttene." (Correct. And if we want to arrive on time, we should leave in the next 5 minutes.)

"Noted. Oh, and this coffee's really good. Where'd you get it from?"

"Ms.Columbia. Hun ga det til meg på Nasjonaldagen, dagen da folket vedtok deres grunnlov." (Ms.Columbia. She gave it to me on Nasjonaldagen, the day my people adopted their constitution.)(A/N: Nasjonaldagen is known as Constitution/National Day and is on May 17.)

"That sounds nice. Anyways, thank you for your hospitality. Can I use the restroom before we go though?"

"Høyre ned i gangen, andre dør til venstre."(Right down the hall, second door to the left.)

"Thanks."

After a well-needed bathroom break, Magnus walked with Norway out about a mile or so in front of his house. There was a clearing with a large jet parked on a private runway. How'd Magnus not seen this? In front of the airplane stood 4 blondes.

The one farthest to the left wore a simple brown jacket, a white shirt, and white boots. A puffin stood perched on his arm, and his silvery-blonde hair was neatly combed to the side, framing his violet eyes. When Magnus asked, Norway told him that was Iceland.

The one next to Iceland was a man with spiky blonde hair, dark blue eyes, a tiny black hat, a black coat with red trim, and an ax that would make Halfborn proud. According to Norway, that was the chatty Denmark.

2nd to the right was a man with blonde hair underneath a boxy blue hat, Caribbean blue eyes, rectangular half-frame glasses, and a dark blue coat. Norway informed Magnus that man was known as Sweden.

Finally, furthest to the right, was Finland. He had the lightest hair out of them all, and light violet eyes. He wore a cadet blue military style outfit, with a silver cross that matched the one in Norway's hair strung around his neck. A large floppy white hat was placed on his head.

"Hej bror! Er det Einherjar? Fantastisk!"(Hey bro! Is that the Einherjar? Awesome!) Denmark practically yelled. Magnus shook his head, understanding what Norway had meant. Danish was different from Norwegian, big time. The Dane ran up to Magnus and shook his hand. "Hej! Jeg er Kongeriget Danmark, også kendt som Danmark! Du kan ringe til mig Den! Hvad hedder du?"(Hi! I'm the Kingdom of Denmark, also known as Denmark! You can call me Den! What's your name?)

"Magnus."

"Hallo Magnus. I'm Iceland and this is Mr.Puffin. Nice to meet you." Iceland greeted in accented English, which surprised Magnus.

"Hello Iceland. It's nice to meet you and Mr. Puffin."

Sweden nodded a greeting, in which Magnus nodded back. Sweden may have looked intimidating, but in actuality, Magnus could tell he was very crafty(like actual crafts) and embarrassed easily, and that he also didn't know how intimidating he was.

"Hei! On mukavaa tavata sinut! Toivon, että voimme olla ystäviä, kyllä?"(Hello! It's so nice to meet you! I hope we can be friends, yes?) Finland greeted happily. He seemed to be the mom of the group.

"Yeah...It's nice to meet you all too." I answered, overwhelmed.

"Shut up, du idioter. Kan du ikke se din dumhet er overveldende for den lille einherjar?"(Shut up, you idiots. Can't you see your stupidity is overwhelming to the little einherjar?) Norway said coldly. His tone completely changed from when he was speaking to Magnus. Instead of quiet and gentle words, Norway's once gentle tone turned as sharp and deadly as an ax's blade.

"Åh Norge, du er så sjov. Han er selvfølgelig forbløffet over min eksistens, det er alt sammen."(Oh Norway, you're so funny. He's obviously amazed by my existence, that's all.)Denmark assured. He seemed undeterred by Norway's tone.

"Guys, mielestäni meidän pitäisi mennä nyt ..."(Guys, I think we should get going now...)Finland pressed.

"Do I have a say in this?"Magnus asked.

"No." Sweden said stoically.

"Tule kanssamme. Let's board, kun nämä 3 taistelevat."(Come with us. Let's board while these 3 fight.) Finland laughed as he gestured to Sweden, Denmark, and Norway.

"Yeah...We should leave now if you want to live."Iceland said in a flat tone, trying to act emo.

The 2 countries "escorted"(dragged) Magnus onto the plane while the sound of explosions and punching came from outside.

"Tilbúinn(Ready)?" Iceland asked nonchalantly, too excited internally to notice he'd slipped into Icelandic.

"Ready." Magnus replied after he'd thoroughly strapped himself in.

"Sitten mennään New Yorkiin!"(Then let's go to New York) Finland cheered as they waited for the 3 others to board.

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A/N: Yeah...That's Denmark for you.....Anyways, since the flight from Norway to New York is like 7.5 hours or something, I'm just going to leave the conversations up to your imagination. I will occasionally reference what happened though, so you'll get some idea. Sorry this chapter was so long!