Who can honestly resist putting Sve in Ikea? Really now.
Also, I am totally authorized to make cracks about Americans, because I am one. If I couldn't laugh at myself/my country, I would be a stick in the mud AKA lame.
Finland sat on the now-empty Ikea pallet, toolbox open beside him. Berwald knelt before him, bent over the set-up instructions of a table. They seemed to be confusing.
"Why didn't you get the already-set-up version?" asked Tino.
"B'c's I like t' build," replied Sweden. He squinted at the diagram. "W't's th's s'p's'd t' mean?" Tino took the proffered sheet and turned it up and down. The words were unhelpful.
"I dunno, Sve," he said, checking the back to see if it made more sense in Spanish. Devoid of instructions, Berwald inspected the scattered components. He took out the bag of screws and poked one experimentally through a hole in the table leg.
"Mmph," he grunted, a sound of epiphany and understanding.
"Got it already, Sve?" asked Tino, putting down the sheet and offering Sweden a screwdriver. The other nodded.
"Hm." Finland looked at the instructions again.
"These make no sense," he said, as Berwald put the parts together at break-neck speed. The Swede made a small agreeing noise.
"Maybe you're too smart for this," suggested the Finn. Sweden looked up.
"After all, these instructions were clearly written for Americans."
Berwald Translations:
B'c's I like t' build - Because I like to build
W't's th's s'p's'd t' mean? - What's this supposed to mean?