Long ago, in a cold and barren land, legend has it that an ancient Norse God bestowed his weapon and power to a mortal. This weapon was no hammer or sword, it was a key. The God was curiously named Allen. The mortal's name was Berwald, but he preferred the term, Sweden. With Allen's key, Sweden had the power to create any wonderful piece of furniture out of flat pack and a few screws. Sweden took his power with pride and with it he shared his power and weapon with all people, so they could have fashionable furniture at a reasonable price. Not only that, he sold damn tasty food at his stores. With his Allen key Sweden became Ikeaman; helping his fellow countries tidy up their houses with furniture items with funny sounding names (the Norse God was very keen on that). However, Ikeaman couldn't do this alone, so he bought his questionable wife, Finland, along to help as well. Any superhero needed a butler, so Sweden enlisted the help of Iceland for that who became Mr Puffs. Together in their adventures, they rid the world of shabby furniture and face corrupt evildoers from destroying everything beloved in furniture and family.

These are the adventures of Ikeaman and Little Finny

It was just an average morning at the Nordic café. Denmark was busy in his office as manager, thinking of new sale promotions and drinking beer. Iceland was in charge of the till, with a little toy puffin on the till and a bowl of liquorice by him. Norway resided in the kitchen cooking various fish dishes with barrels of rotting fish in the corner, strangely no customer seemed interested in his rakfisk dish. Finally, it was just Finland and Sweden left, and they were the two waiters who served and catered to the collection of other countries.

It was early morning; the customers were few and most likely Germany. Today was no exception. Germany sat at his established table, nursing a cold beer while trying his best to wake up the sleeping Italy.

'Vake up this instant Italy, we have an important training session today and I can't be having you sleeping and slacking off!' He yelled to no avail. Italy dribbled on the table slightly and yawned.

'No…five minutes please? Just five more minutes to geta little more sleepy time..,' Italy tiredly said.

'No you vill vake up this instant before I shove this wurst so far up your poopshoot you'll be craping out meatballs for a veek! Why can't you be more like Japan? Vould it kill your lazy ass to be a bit ready in the morning? I mean come on its only 6am!' However about halfway though the speech, Italy had gone into the land of pasta once again.

Before Germany could burst a deutch vein and squeeze Italy's fun bags until he sings Marukaite Chikyuu as a chibi, Sweden came to help.

'Here. Let me help,' Sweden announced bluntly.

'Uhh okay just don't hurt him too much,' Germany replied. Sweden nodded and slowly bent over the sleeping Italy until their eyes were level. Sweden had the look of utter concentration and at that moment Italy opened his eyes.

The sheer sight of the Swedish man staring into his soul sent him flying 10 feet in the air like his chair had springs in it and quivering in Germany's arms. 'Ah Germany! Germany! I'm scared; don't let the scary man eat me please! I'm too pretty to die! Too many ladies I haven't kissed look look I'm awake! I'm awaaaaaakkkeeeeeee'

'I was just going to give you this coffee, so it'll help you wake up,' Sweden said handing over a toasty mug of coffee. Italy immediately followed his orders and took the coffee into his trembling hands and drank it all in one gulp.

'Ve! Thank you. Yes I'm very awake now, please Germany please let us go and please don't let the scary man hurt me,' Italy pleaded.

'Wow Sweden, you got Italy up in no time. I admire that, here's an extra tip,' Germany said respectfully, as Germany always had a thing for guys with blond hair and blue eyes. Italy and Germany got up and left quickly, Italy now shaking with the caffeine rush.

Sweden watched them go coldly and once the door had closed, he announced, 'Nice guys.'

'Wow Mr Sweden you served them really well! I could have never done a thing like that!' Finland happily said.

'Thanks I guess. I got 5 Euros from those two, which is good.'

'Oh that is so good, I'm so happy for you. I got 10 Euros and a Greek yogurt from Greece. Poor little Greecy, he can barely handle his money and has slept so much he doesn't know what time of day it is….but 5 Euros is still really good!' Finland smiled nervously awaiting Sweden's response.

After a short awkward silence Sweden finally replied, 'Yah, I am happy for you.'

Finland gave a big smile and nodded as a little sweat drop went down his fragile cheek. Finny looked around desperately for customers or any other distraction, luckily Liechtenstein busted through the doors.

'Help! Help my big bruther is in trouble!' Liechtenstein pleaded, shaking like a lost fawn.

'Okay calm down little lady and explain what happen,' Finland questioned, sitting he down.

When she calmed down slightly she began, 'Well my bruther bought a cupboard from British home store because it was on sale, but when he put it up and started putting his cheese in it, it collapsed on him!' She cried, 'Help get him out please, he's trapped and I'm too weak to get him out!'

Sweden's eyes twitched with justice and his lip slowly turned stern. 'I see, oh my, this is very serious. Firstly why don't we go and get'- Finland began

'No,' Sweden interrupted, causing Finland to yelp. 'You know what to do. Little girl please stay here. Iceland, close the store for 30 minutes.' Sweden commanded.

Sweden and Finland left Liechtenstein and started walking towards the back door when Iceland shouted, 'Hey what the hell man you can't do that, we'll lose loads of customers and Denmark with have a shit fit at me. Just call the police or something'

Sweden paused for a moment and turned round to Iceland and uttered, 'Mr Puffs.'

With that Iceland sighed and nodded and closed the store. Once the back door was opened and Sweden and Finland went in, they suddenly fell down a blue slide.

'Ahhhhhh! Mr Sweden, what are we doing?!' Finland screamed

'Simple,' Sweden said, 'It's time to become Ikeaman and the little Finny!'