I- I lost. I can't believe it, I ended up in the twenty-fourth place. Why though? Because of two girls kissed? (It's sad how Mr. Turkey isn't going to have this year's contest aired, but it's his bosses' decisions. I still don't understand.)
I wonder why Estonia, my best friend didn't even give me a score - and Mr. Sweden. Was it because of the political voting? Was it because Ms. Krista and her song were too lovey-dovey on the stage? My song sucked, didn't it? Oh well.
Mr. Sve and I had a bet. Based on the song I had, Marry Me, we'd actually wed the next day. I took it as a joke though. We'd agreed to get 'married' if I won. It looks like I won't be wearing that dress for a long time.
Oh well, congratulations, Mr. Denmark. I hope for another wonderful year for another wonderful Eurovision. When you think about it, it's actually weird how we Nordics gave scores to each other. Sigh.
The rest of the personified countries and the contestants join the winners, Mr. Denmark and Miss. Emmilie. I notice Berwald checking his mobile and and made a face. I wonder what was the message. He snaps his face towards me and I quickly look away. Then he approaches me.
"Grattis, Berwald," I try my best to smile and hide my disappointment.
"Ja," Sve murmurs in his usual deep voice.
"Well, I better go- "
He snatches my wrist and he pulls me towards him as I try to leave. "Look Finl'nd, I'm sorry 'f ya didn't get m' vote. I did, but ya know, 's political and th' jury's fault," he bends down and whispers to my left ear. "I've honestly given ya a thirteen 'f I could. Jag älskar dig."
I blush as he tickles my ears and my heart beat with his last words. But something made me go against his words. "Minä rakastan sinua, Ruotsi but," I tip-toe to kiss his soft cheeks. "You're sleeping in the couch," I reply, seductively as I can.
I see his face is red from embarrassment... or he's gotten a boner. Or both, I could tell. "Ja, ok. 'f that's what ya want. I deserv' this, do I?" He looks away from me and spy on the Nordic contestants taking photo shoots.
"Yes, you do," I giggle. "Also, you beat me at hockey earlier, that's why," I remind him and reach for Sweden and pull him closer for a hug. "Anyway, I saw you got a message earlier. What was that all about?"
"Ah, 's nothin'. Jus' from th' stupid Dane."
"What does it say?"
"In yer face, bitch. I am so goin' ta get him lat'r," his hands roll into a fist but lets go so soon.
"Oh... well... Hey Sve!"
"Yes?"
"One week."
"One week what?
"You're sleeping in the couch for a week. I love you," I step away from Sve to join Krista. Somewhere in the crowd, I hear a faint curse.
"Fan!"
Grattis (Swedish) – Congratulations
Jag älskar dig (Swedish) – I love you
Fan (Swedish) – Fuck
Minä rakastan sinua (Finnish) – I love you too
Ruotsi (Finnish) – Sweden
I loved this year's Eurovision and I can't wait until next year at Denmark's house! I've had this headcanon and posted it on tumblr (about Finland getting angry at Sweden and tell him to sleep in the couch. Even it looks different, I changed it a bit so it would fit in the story line.) If you saw it with 200+ notes, yes that's me. (Links are in my account, ha!)
I also saw a drawing about Sweden sleeping on it for a week and I thought that would add something to my fic, haha... Denmark on the phone too.
Thanks for reading my very first Hetalia fic/drabble!
~Nikkuh
