It was a typical day in Sweden. That is to say, cold. Finland was staring out the window, wishing for summer and warmth again, when Sweden came up silently behind him. "Fin?" he asked, startling the oblivious Finn.
"Yes, Sweden?" he asked without turning around. Hanatamago entered then and jumped up into Finland's lap.
"D' ya l've meh?" The Swede asked, immediately getting nervous about the response.
Finland froze for a moment. Had he just asked what he thought he had? No, there's no way Sweden would be that direct. Just to be safe, he decided to pretend he hadn't understood. "What was that, Sweden? I didn't quite catch it."
Sweden had a feeling he was being played. So, he switched tactics. "Älskar du mig?" he asked again, in Swedish.
"You know I don't understand Swedish," Finland said, thinking fast. Though he felt bad about lying, he really didn't want to answer Sweden's question.
However, Sweden knew that Finland's second main language was Swedish, and therefore he understood perfectly. Because of this, the taller blond decided to take another route, "Rakastatko minua?" he asked again, this time in Finnish. Now, the Finn was trapped.
Finland paled. How was he going to get out of that one? "That's a bit of a random question, don't you think?" he asked in response. He didn't want to lie, but at least he could stall. He met Sweden's eyes, but immediately wished he hadn't. The emotions he could see- that he had learned to decipher- in those pools of blue were making his heart speed up.
"Th'nk it's rel'vant," Sweden responded, his harsh gaze piercing into the shorter blonde's violet eyes.
"Well, of course it's relevant!" Finland responded, playing the role of the innocent girlfriend flawlessly, "But it's a bit early in our relationship to be discussing such intimate feelings, don't you think?"
Sweden thought for a moment, his gaze drifting to the window; to the flakes that were falling once more. "B'n tog'ther m'st of our l'ves," he finally said, "Th't's n't l'ng 'nough?"
"Oh no," Finland quickly denied, "We haven't been together nearly long enough for talks like that yet." Finland cheered a bit inside as he saw Sweden's shoulders droop; a sign that he believed what was being said.
"H'w much long'r do we 'ave ta be tog'th'r?" Sweden asked, his once more cold and calculating gaze turned back on Finland.
Finland made a show of thinking it over before replying, "At least another fifty years." He smiled, satisfied with his story. "Hey, you know what? I need to head to the store, we're all out of salmiakki," the violet-eyed man said as he pulled on his coat, hoping to make a quick getaway. He succeeded in slipping out the front door before Sweden could get in another word.
"I'll take that as a no," Sweden said, not forgetting the original question.
Translations:
Älskar du mig?" – Do you love me? (Swedish)
Rakastatko minua? – Do you love me? (Finnish)
In my headcanon, Sweden only mumbles because his accent embarrasses him due to rude comments about it (probably from Denmark). That's why he was speaking clearly at the end; when no one was around.