A Day With Mr. Sweden
Finland rang the doorbell at Sweden's home. Sweden had called him earlier and asked if he could come over and have some tea with him. Finland had thought, 'Why not?' and decided to accept the invitation. He didn't want to turn down his...well, 'acquaintance's' offer. Finland did like Sweden, but sometimes he only made him feel awkward. However, he didn't want to be rude either and decided to spend some time with Sweden. He probably needed company anyway.
Finland waited patently for Sweden to open the door. When he did, he invited Finland in without hesitation. His face looked like he had something on his mind, and it kinda made Finland feel awkward.
"So, um, how is your day?" Finland asked him.
"Good, I guess," Sweden told him. He lead Finland to the patio where a table was set.
"Sit," Sweden instructed. Finland sat down without hesitation, he had the feeling he should do what Sweden wanted or get a glare. Sweden sat down across from him and poured the tea. He offered Finland some cookies, and he accepted them with gratitude. But as he was chewing his cookies, Sweden was staring at him. Finland chewed slower and forced himself to swallow.
"So, Mr. Sweden. Um, what do you want to talk about?" Sweden stood up from his chair and knelt down beside Finland.
"I would like...for you to merry me," he said as he held Finland's hand.
"WHHHHAAAAAAT?!" Finland said, screaming like a girl.
"It true," Sweden said. "I love you." Finland pulled his hand away.
"But, Mr. Sweden... you know that I'm the same gender as you, right?"
"Just say something. One word is all it takes. Yes or no?" Sweden asked, looking away and feeling nervous. Finland didn't know what to do. He didn't want to hurt Sweden's feelings, but he didn't like the idea about being married to someone of the same gender.
"We can be good friends, I suppose. But...I'm sorry, Mr. Sweden. I just can't," Finland told him.
"I see," Sweden said as he stood up. "Well, I don't mind being friends. I suppose we can just be friends...yeah."
"Yes, I want to be friends!" Finland said, trying to sound positive with the idea. Sweden smiled at him, and Finland screamed again. Sweden's creepy smile made him nearly wet his pants.
"Why did you have to look at me like that? I'm fragile!" he whimpered. Then Sweden hugged him.
"Do you feel better?"
"Yes, thank you!" Finland quickly replied, although he didn't hug him back.
"Why does he have to be so creepy?" Finland thought to himself. Sweden didn't ask him anymore awkward questions, much to Finland's relief. But seriously, why did Sweden have to be so creepy?