Authors Note: this is based off a post I saw a tumblr post and the moment I saw it I had to write something about it!
Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia or any of the characters.
Clang!
Finland's eyes fluttered as he drifted in and out of consciousness shifting ever so slightly onto his side.
Clink! Clonk!
His eyes slowly opened as he tried to register the sounds he was hearing, trying to decide if they were only caused by his half dreaming state. After not hearing anything for awhile he shut his eyes again assuming that he had only dreamt the sound.
PANG!
His violet orbs opened once more, rubbing them as he sat up, at this point he knew he wasn't dreaming. The blonde haired man gripped the sheets and pulled them off his legs, swinging them over the side of the bed. With one last yawn he got up to inspect where the noise came from. He waddled to the front door and flipped on the porch lights, checking out the little frosted glass window beside the door.
Outside there was figure, bent over one of his trash bins. Slowly the personified country opened the door, poking his head out. He still could not identify the figure from where he was. Opening the door all the way, he took a step out, yawning as he did so. Finally he could see the person rummaging through his trash...
"Mr. Sweden...?" Finland rubbed his eyes, perhaps this truly was a dream.
The swede raised his head but said nothing as he stared at the short Finn.
"What are you doing?" He managed after the initial shock.
Sweden continued to stare, his eyes never leaving Finland. Nothing in the swede's stoic features could help the Finn determine what he was doing.
With a large bundle of trash in his arms, the taller man began to back away from the bin. Slowly swiveling on his heels and breaking into a run towards his car. Quickly jumping in and taking off shortly after.
Finland could not move his eyes away from the scene. He stood there for ten minutes trying to decipher what happened with his sleepy mind, staring at the spot where Sweden had just been...
It's too early for this, Finny... The man thought to himself as he turned around and went back inside.
The next day at the world meeting as all the countries bickered about silly and downright idiotic things, a few of the countries remained quiet, including two of the five Nordic countries; Sweden and Finland.
The shorter of the two glanced over at his taller companion, "Um... Mr. Sweden?"
"Mm?" The swede grunted.
"What were you doing last night?"
"N'thin'."
"Why were you digging through my trash?"
"I dunno wh't yer talkin' 'bout." He gathered his stuff into his briefcase and got up, making a B-line for the exit.
"MR. SWEDEN!" Finland shouted after the stoic nation, sufficiently quieting the entire room...
Author's Note: I got this idea from frenchy-deustch on tumblr, and their post talked about how Sweden has to steal Finland's trash because they recycle so much!
