because I'm just that obssessed! Sweden's birthday is June 6th, by the way=today

Sweden rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed. There was something important about today that knocked at the back of his skull, but he couldn't- "Good morning!"

Sweden jumped up in the air with a (manly) yelp. He turned to see Finland sitting on the edge of his bed with a pink dress on, with a white apron and a pink bow in his hair.

Rubbing his eyes and reaching for his glasses, Sweden opened his eyes, put on the glasses, and took a long look at the Finn. 'No, he's still wearing a pink dress.'

"I'm dreaming." Finland blushed, kissing his cheek.

"I'm glad I'd be in your dreams, Husband! I just thought you'd like to wake up to your wife~!" Finland sung, pointing to himself on the word 'wife.'

"Yes, definitely a dream," Sweden confirmed. Finland laughed.

"Wrong~! Grattis på födelsedagen, Su-san! I'm your present; do you like me?" Finland giggled. Sweden nodded vigorously.

"Happy birthday, Dad~!" Sealand chimed, running in and hugging Sweden's arm. He handed him the small poem. Sweden smiled softly. "Jerk England helped me," Sealand pouted. Sweden got out of bed and ruffled Sealand's hair. He snuck a quick peck on the lips to Finland while the boy's head was bowed.

"Tack, Sealand," Sweden smiled. "What makes this the best birthday ever? Well, you spoke Swedish-" Sweden started.

"I said it right, didn't I?" Finland asked nervously, toying with the hem of his dress. Sealand left, disgusted.

"-you said it perfectly, Finland. It was worth waking up, seeing you in that dress, though," Sweden pointed out.

Finland's eyes brightened. "England said I could have it!" Finland smiled. A confused look crossed his face then. "I just realized something. England didn't have any daughters…he had America, Australia, and Hong Kong for a bit, and…well, Seychelles, but France dressed her…" Finland adopted a thinking position. "Why did he have a dr-?"

"Ding-dong~!"

Sweden yawned, walking past his lover to the front door. On the other side were the Baltics and Poland, who all chimed a 'happy birthday' in their own native tongue. By Poland's foot was a tied up-

"Is that Denmark?" Finland squeaked. The Dane glared at them, squirming around in his bindings.

"Liet and I, like, totally surprised him! And then Norway was like, 'let me help!' and, like, totally knocked him out! It was, like, f-ing fabulous!" Poland laughed.

"We brought him over so you could kick his ass," Lithuania added.

Sweden smirked, cracking his knuckles. "Just another reason for this to be the best birthday ever," He chuckled evilly, dragging Denmark into the house.

"H-have fun!" Latvia stuttered.

That night, at about midnight, Sweden noticed Finland's side of the bed was unoccupied. He got up and walked into the living room. The first thing he saw was Denmark, looking terrified (and beaten up, but that was besides the point). Then he turned the corner into the actual room and saw Finland in his boxers, ripping something up and throwing the little pieces into the fire.

"Bastard…pink…damn it…never again…my birthday…genderbend…" Finland muttered to himself. Sweden saw a bit of the fabric float down. It was pink…

Finland stood, satisfied. He turned and saw Sweden. "Oh Su-san~! If you mention that I let you call me wife, I'm going to have to kill you~!" Finland sung, putting out the fire. Sweden slowly backed up, walking back into his room. He hid under the blankets.

Finland scared Sweden (and Denmark, but who cares about him?)!

Grattis på födelsedagen-Happy birthday in Swedish
tack-thank you in Swedish

I used google translator, because I like the layout, but if there is something wrong please tell me! =3