~Puz = My Sister/ Ninja = Me~
Finally, after a long, LONG negotiation, Ninja was able to drag Puz out of the depths of her room. She excitedly took a seat on the couch and Puz sat down next to her. Ninja had already queued up the show they we're going to watch; Hetalia. She handed Puz an ear bud and started the show.
As they watched the short episodes, everything changed. At first, things seemed normal.
That was, until they realized their computer had somehow vanished, they weren't sitting on a cushy couch, their earbuds were no longer in their ears, and the normally loud voices they heard were now quiet whispers they could hear in both ears.
"Where did my computer go?!" Ninja exclaimed, her voice abnormally loud in the now almost-silent room. Puz slowly raised her eyes to find she had come face to face with someone she'd never have thought possible. The slicked-back blonde hair, blue eyes, and stern expression were all too familiar. She forcefully elbowed Ninja in the ribs. "Oww!!"
"Shut up and look up," Puz said quietly, her eyes still locked on the Blonde. Ninja glanced upward as well, but instead her confused face met an angry Italian's. She gasped really loudly and hit Puz multiple times and screamed at the top of her lungs, "ROOMMAAAAAA!!" She practically lunged across the table and tackled the Italian, called Romano, who promptly let out a string of colorful vocabulary.
Puz covered her mouth, staring after Ninja, muttering in comprehensible words under her breath. She scanned the row of countries until her gaze finally found her favorite Russian. She gasped as well, bringing her knees to her chest and staring in his direction.
Seeing the beginnings of a World Meeting's usual chaos, some countries began fleeing the room. However, before any of them could make it to the exit, Russia stood and blocked their only escape. A purple aura surrounded his head as he said, "No leaving for you!~"
Suddenly remembering everything around her, Ninja's head snapped up and she stood, letting go of Romano. She began to jog around the room. She stopped behind an unsuspecting Norway and simply whispered, "My love," before wrapping her arms around him in a death-hug. The Norwegian tried to free his arms, which were now pinned to his sides, and failed horribly. If anything, Ninja's grip only got tighter.
Without changing expressions, Norway looked in Denmark's direction; or at least the direction he thought the Dane was in. A sea of countries trying to escape blocked his view. "Stupid Dane, come help me!"
Denmark's obnoxious voice was heard over the sound of yelling, "Denmark to the rescue!" he chanted, shoving his way past others, causing Ninja to hiss and back away from him. "Hey! Give back my best friend!"
"I'm not your best friend," Norway replied dryly, but Denmark ignored him, instead trying to unlatch Ninja's arms from around Norway.
Ninja snapped her jaws at Denmark's hands and he jumped back. "Your hair is stupid." She said, making him angry.
Taking this as a great offense, Denmark balled his fists. "No one insults my hair but Norway! I'm gonna make you pay!" He prepared to attack.
Seeing this, Puz quickly stood up and ran across the table. She jumped off of it, and landed unbalanced and almost toppled over, but her momentum carried her forward. "Denmark stop!" She shrieked and wrapped her arms around his belly in attempt to stop him, but this overwhelming strength only lead to her being dragged behind him. Puz was no help whatsoever.
Originally, Sweden wasn't going to get involved with this, but seeing the events unfold lead to changing his mind. He approached the scene and stopped behind Puz. He bent over, grabbed her ankles and remained stationary. This turned into quite a funny-looking situation. On one end of the line, Iceland and Finland sat cowering in the corner. A little bit away from them, Ninja stood, holding Norway in an awkward hug and hissing at Denmark, just out of his reach. Denmark's arms swung wildly, trying to make contact with Ninja, Puz was clinging to his core, her body suspended horizontally in the air, and Sweden as the anchor, holding her ankles.
This set-up lasted for an unknown number of minutes, until the noise died somewhat and a light chuckling could be heard above the roar. Ninja slowly turned her head toward the sound. At the now empty conference table, sat a lone man. Blonde hair, and a smile that wouldn't be the same without a single fang poking out.
"Romania..." Ninja whispered lightly, so lightly that only Norway could hear. She began to walk toward Romania, still latched onto Norway. Denmark tried following, but Sweden remained stationary, and they only pivoted around him.
Romania continued to chortle, but spoke between bursts. "I can't... believe this... I did this! This is..... the best use..... of magic.... in the history....... of ever!"
Norway scowled. "Of course this would be your fault."
"Norway, honey... shoosh," Ninja said waving her hand in front of his face. She released him, but only long enough for her to grab his wrist tightly with one hand. She walked toward Romania, who was still laughing uncontrollably. She stopped behind him and said, "Thank you, Romie!" before grabbing his wrist and yanking him up out of the chair. "You are mine as well!"
Romania definitely chose the wrong people to bring to the Hetaverse.