Hei! It's your pomodoro dumpling and it's finally cooked and served with rice~ Hoo hah!
...I'M NOT ON CAFFEINE I PROMISE *twitch twitch*
Eehhh, so I saw this thing as a prompt-ish kind of thing, so I decided I wanted to do it... *sweat drop* I'm still feeling really bad for disappearing for almost a month! Sorry again.
Enjoy~
Disclaimer: (Do I have to do these on every fanfic or can I leave it out? You dumpringus tell me...) I do not own Hetalia, any countries mentioned, Finnish death metal, IKEA, or knitting needles.
Sweden was mentally scarred.
Hold on, let's back up.
Sweden was looking for Finland.
"T'no..?" He called in his low, gravely voice. It echoed throughout their shared house, and he received no reply. Where was the little Finnish man he called his wife?
He eventually found him sitting in the living room, knitting a sweater for Peter (also known as the Principality of Sealand desu yo~) because it was "December and that means it's going to be colder than Iceland's fridge so he has to have warmer clothes."
Although, that was really anything but cold.
And so, he stood in the doorway, watching Tino knit the- admittedly adorable, yet at least four sizes too large- navy blue sweater.
He then remembered he actually wanted to speak to him, and realized he was actually glaring at him silently...again. If it weren't for the fact that the Finn was distracted by his knitting and had headphones on, he would've been terrified to the point of tears. Poor Berwald just happened to have a very, very frightening neutral face, as well as pretty much every one of his faces. It wasn't his fault, baby he was just born this way~
"F'n? H've yeh seen H'na?" Hanatomago was probably just asleep or hiding again, as she had not come out to the kitchen up until then, and was still somewhere in the house.
Finland didn't respond, and just resumed his knitting with a slight smile on his face.
"...F'n?" Sweden blinked and took a step closer.
Yet again, the smaller man said nothing, the only sign of him being responsive was the clicking of the needles and the slight bobbing of his head from whatever he was listening to.
...of course.
The headphones.
Pulling them off, Sweden opened his mouth to repeat his question, but froze when he heard screeching and what sounded like very loud banging coming from them.
"Eh...oh moi Ruotsi!" Finland smiled brightly, only noticing Sweden once he realized his headphones had been taken away.
"Now, give those back." He was still smiling, but an odd look clouded his eyes. Taking the headphones gingerly and putting them back on his head, cutting the sounds Finnish death metal, he resumed knitting, a smile still on his face.
"F'n...?" After the initial shock, he regained his composure. But the little violet eyed one glanced up at him, a dark aura surrounding him.
"Sve, I have a mighty, mighty need. Now go away and leave me alone with Korpiklaani. Thank you." With that, he turned back around and resumed the knitting.
Sweden backed out and hid in the bedroom, hugging his dresser (which was from IKEA) for the rest of the day.