"NOW I REALLY WANT A FIC OF SWEDEN WALKING INTO FINLAND'S HOUSE TO ASK HIM SOMETHING AND HE FINDS HIM SITTING IN THE LIVING ROOM KNITTING BUT HE HAS EARPHONES IN SO SWEDEN GOES TO PULL THEM OUT TO ASK HIM AND SUDDENLY HE JUST HEARS DEATH METAL COMING FROM THEM AND HE JUST STARES AT FINLAND WITH A HORRIFIED FACE WHILE FINLAND JUST SMILES AT HIM SWEETLY AND CONTINUES KNITTING LIKE I HAVE A MIGHTY MIGHTY NEED"

Because of this, I just had had HAD to write it. Don't judge me.

All credit for this goes to panda-booty-twerk on Tumblr.

First story and it's a short little SuFin oneshot. *shrugs* Oh well. I hope you enjoy this short thing that's really nothing more then my ramblings.

Disclaimer: Sweden and Finland aren't mine.

It started like any other day, really. Sweden woke up to Finland's gentle coaxing, had his morning coffee and a delicious breakfast, got dressed, and went to work. Sweden's work usually consisted of a meeting with some politicians or his boss, and his government had them almost daily, minus the weekends. Finland had little to no meetings (maybe twice a month), and was more of a stay-at-home type anyways. So this was how their usual weekdays would play out.

When Sweden came home, he hung his jacket on the hook, and walked into the living room to find his 'wife' sitting on the couch, knitting. This was a common occurrence, as Finland enjoyed knitting long scarves, colorful hats, and sometimes even patterned sweaters. He would often listen to music while doing this, so Sweden would often see him knitting with earbuds in. He sometimes wondered what kind of music the Finn listened to, but never really got around to asking.

Sweden went upstairs to his office to do paperwork. He did maybe fifteen minutes of filing and signing before he remembered that maybe he should ask Finland whose turn it was to make dinner. They usually had a system, but it had gotten sort of sporadic the last week or so. The tall Swede quickly finished what he was doing and went downstairs, seeing Finland sitting in the same spot on the couch, bobbing his head to whatever he was listening to.

Sweden sat next to him and reached over, gently pulling one of the earbuds from the small Finn's ear. He immediately retracted his hand when he heard heavy death metal coming from the small speaker. He stared at the earbud for a moment before looking up at Finland in slight confusion and horror.

In response the Finn just blinked at him innocently, smiling sweetly like always. "Hm? Did you want something, Sve?" Finland asked, unaware of Sweden's slight horror and shock. The Swede cleared his throat to compose himself as Finland took his other earbud out and turned off his music.

"Well," Sweden started, still majorly confused at how sweet Finland listened to music like that. "I was wondering if you knew whose turn it was to cook tonight."

Finland tilted his head in thought before smiling sheepishly. "You know, I don't remember!" He then brightened considerably. "Hey! I have an idea!"

"Mn?" Sweden just kind of grunted in his normal way. Finland usually got what he was trying to say and the grunt wouldn't have to be elaborated upon.

"We could make dinner together tonight!" The violet-eyed man suggested cheerfully.

The Swede gave the Finn one of his rare smiles, the kind reserved for the small man in front of him, and nodded.

So that's what they did. And Sweden was never startled by Finland's music again, nor did he question it. Because it didn't really matter what kind of music the Finn listened to. As long as Finland loved him, Sweden was happy.

Okay, the end was sappy. But I hope you enjoyed it!

Liza-chan out!