Finland was finally asleep. Sweden was glad; usually the smaller Nation fell asleep ridiculously easy, but tonight had been different. Apparently, Finland had received a lovely migraine that morning, and it had stuck with him for the whole day; therefore, when he came home from work, he had been a little man overflowing with stress and tension.
Finland had taken a few migraine pills, and had curled up in the bed, begging for Sweden to come join him, so they could spoon.
Finland and he had laid there for a long amount of time; about an hour later, Sweden had felt Finland's breaths turn slow and steady, and that was that.
Sweden had then maneuvered himself out of the bed in a way that would be considered ridiculously comical and awkward. Afterwards, he grabbed some clean clothing, and disappeared into the family room, shutting the door behind him.
All of the doors in their apartment had been sound-proofed, though not for the reasons Finland believed (the reasons Finland believed being that they didn't want Sealand to wake up due to their...nighttime interactions). No, Sweden had had the doors and walls sound-proofed, to make sure no one knew of his secret...obsession.
None of the Nations knew of his love of video games; to them, he was Sweden: The terrifying dude that could cause even Russia to shy away...and Sweden—frankly—preferred to keep things that way. It wouldn't do for the other Nations to find his one weakness and exploit it.
He sighed heavily. And a weakness it was.
In video games, he could be who he truly was: A funny guy, that was absolutely terrified of anything supernatural, or that surprised him.
Someday, he hoped he could tell Finland, and maybe even Sealand...but he wasn't sure if they would love this part of him, as well as the parts they already knew.
Sweden knew he shouldn't be thinking of such things, especially right before he started making videos; these things always made him depressed.
He walked over to his computer, starting to boot it up. He flicked the switch, turning on the WiFi, before going over to the mirror he had positioned on the wall.
First, he stripped off the nightshirt he was wearing, replacing it with a t-shirt with a fist on it, and a pair of sweatpants. He then proceeded to mess up his hair, before parting it on the side, slightly. The glasses came off, and a set of headphones came on.
The last adjustment: Sweden smiled, clearing his throat a bit. "H-how's it going, Bros?" He nodded; perfect.
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Meanwhile, halfway across the globe, America was undergoing a similar, shocking transformation.
America had been addicted to games for a long time—basically, ever since "Pong" came out. As a Nation, watching video games evolve over the years had been a fascinating experience. I mean, you start out with something like "Pong" or "Pac-man", and then you get "Mario", and then you get "Ao oni", and then "Amnesia"... And there were so many other games in between the ones mentioned, that were so amazing.
And America had played every single one of them—the good and the bad.
His love of video games had been more out-in-the-open, than Sweden's, however.
England had scoffed, saying that, "video games are for lazy people," and "wouldn't you much rather be playing polo?" The other Nations didn't really get it either (even Japan—who loved video games as well—found his obsession strange).
Therefore, America created a cover.
He smiled as he pulled on a sweatshirt, and flipped up the lid of his laptop. He pulled on a set of headphones. He cleared his throat, pulling a Coke out of his mini-fridge. Coke always had the opposite effect on him than it had on other people; it made him calm and relaxed.
He smiled slightly, as his desktop picture appeared: It was an all white creature with two legs, two eyes, and a line for the mouth. A swish-like line, that was almost Nantucket-like was popping out of it's head.
America smiled even bigger as a speech bubble appeared as well. "Sup."
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