Hello, and welcome to my second story. 8D Please read and review.
It was the one thing Sweden never expected to see. He'd seen a lot of things, wars, treaties, seas, continents... But this was absolutely out of the question.
Behold, the sight of a small broom closet. Now, one might wonder, why would Sweden of all people never expect to see such an ordinary broom closet?
Well, the reason for that was that the closet was currently occupied. By two blonde men. Who seemed too busy undressing each other to notice Sweden's mouth opening and closing, and his skin colour changing to a deep scarlet. After a few more seconds of staring, a small stutter left his mouth. "M-M-M' w'fe...."
It was no louder than a whisper, but it was enough to distract the attention of the two males, that broke their kiss to stare at Sweden, neither of them really understanding what was going on.
"Heeeey Sverige~~" One of them said, followed by a series of giggles, while the other turned to look at his lover, a scandalized look on his face.
"You smell like vodka...."
"Do I now~~" The violet eyed male burst into a gigglefit, his partner soon following, as they completely forgot about Sweden standing in the doorway, his face a delightful shade of green by now, as he coughed, took a step forward, and grabbed one of the two men, dragging him out of the closet.
"Hey~~!" The one in the closet exclaimed, waving a hand at their direction. "Bring Venäjäback, you bastard!!"
Sweden paused. The guy screaming at him was Tino, no doubt... Then... Who the hell was he dragging?!
Violet eyes, clouded by alcohol looked up at him, accompanied with a drunken grin. "Hey Sweden~"
Sweden looked at the man. Suddenly, it occurred to him. Maybe it was the string of Finnish curses coming from the closet, maybe it was that the man in his arms was too heavy to be his wife, we'll never know. But, he took immediate action, throwing the other off himself, backing away. "R'ss'a! Wh't th' h'll d'd y' d' t' F'n?"
"Eeeeeh?" The man on the floor rubbed the back of his head, blinking, and looking up at Sweden, with innocent, purple eyes. Sweden hesitated. He took another step back, gulping. Those eyes... They were his wife's, not Russia's! And his hair... It was the adorable colour of Finland's soft hair...
Sweden quickly snapped out of it, running soundlessly to the closet, grabbing Finland bridal style, running off, trying his best to block the horrible cursing of his wife out of his head, and ignore the rifle Finland was swinging around.
The other male, left on the floor, awaited for the two to depart, and soon broke down laughing, tears streaming down his face. "Perkele... He really fell for it!"
There will be two more chapters~ Look forward to it.