Finland and Sweden were married, but still lived in different houses at times. This is what happened once, when Sweden bought Sealand from Ebay.
Berwald had took Peter with him so they could see Tino. It had been a long time, and the micro nation was exited, jumping in the snow, and not staying calm at all. The older country was used to his behaviour, and, actually, it made him smile to see how Peter was always so happy and cheerful when seeing and playing in the snow or going at his mother's place.
They were almost at the Finnish's propriety, located in North Finland, almost at the pole. It was freezing, but neither of them were affected by it, Berwald being a cold nation and Peter always laughing, moving and running. When they finally saw the gates of the house, looking just like Santa's, the husband opened the door with the double of the key he had. As soon as the door opened, Pete ran inside, as a storm, with his unique way of running.
"MAAMIIIIIIII!" heard Berwald coming from the inside. And then a loud thump, before hearing a laugh.
"Sea!" said Tino happily. "You received your Christmas present?"
"Yes!" he answered, clapping his hands together cheerfully.
Sweden came after putting his coat on a random chair and cleaning his glasses. He kissed Finland softly, making him blush, and Sealand running around yelling 'Ewww!'. The two parents laughed, before going into a conversation, while was Peter playing with Hanna in his bedroom.
After dinner, a snowman built, a pack of candies and two cakes ate, Sealand fell asleep on Berwald's lap, holding the white fluffy dog in his little arms. Like a good father, he brought him in his room, and pulled the sheets on his son.
"God natt sötnos." He said before turning off the lights.
He then came back downstairs after taking a shower. He sat down next to Finland, who was calmly knitting. He couldn't tell what he was making. He proceeded to ask.
"Fin. Wh't 're you m'k'ng ?" he didn't answer. "Fin." He still didn't answer, like he didn't notice his presence. Tino started to tilt his head left to right, while muttering something in rhythm. 'He is listening to music.'
Finland then shaked his head from back to front, and opened his eyes, smiled to Sweden, and continued to knit. Sweden awkwardly pulled out one of the earbuds. He looked at his wife in shock, as the other smiled kindly.
He was listening to death metal. Loudly. It was not even loud, it was blaring out of them.
"Yes Mr Sweden?"
He couldn't answer, Berwald's mouth was opened in shock, his scary aura was inexistant, and his eyes widened as he heard the sweet, pure voice of Tino.
"Are you okay? Kulta?"
"De'th m't'l y're l'stn'ng to?" he said.
"Ah, yes! I listen to it quite often. Do you want anything? You called."
"'M f'ne." Sweden took a book, and started to read, still not believing what his wife was listening to. He couldn't help but look at him.
Finally, Finland fell asleep on Sweden's shoulder, and the music finally changed to a Christmas one. Berwald turned off the iPod, and carried him to bed, before going to sleep himself.