Capaso: Hiya everyone! I have once again decided to waste my time writing more fanfiction. I personally LOVE sufin. It so cute! Anyway, I hope you like it! Take it away mi amico! *points at random friend of hers*
Missled (random friend): Capaso owns nothing! Not the characters or the setting. Not even her name. I made that nickname for her!
Capaso: Shut it Missled! *shoves Missled away* Next time I'm asking Vatican City to do the intro… Sorry about the shortness of this chapter.
Berwald Oxenstierna and Tino Väinämöinen stood awkwardly in the doorway to the adoption center in Stockholm, Sweden, where they were waiting to be escorted to see the children.
A lady that looked like she needed an asprin approached them with a clipboard. "Mr. Oxenstierna and Mr... Va-an-inaamo-" she struggled with the second last name.
"Tino." clarified the shorter young man.
She nodded. "Alright then. It says here that you are looking for a baby girl. Would you like to see some of the children?"
Both of them nodded. "Yes please."
She led them into an empty office. "I'll give you a little time to talk while I get the first baby." She walked off.
As soon as the door closed Tino turned to Berwald. "Okay, we're looking for a girl that is six months old. She will have that aura thing around her and we should be able to sense that she's a nation." he fretted.
Berwald just nodded. "M'kay." He put an arm around Tino. "Relax."
The nervous blond took a deep breath and put a smile on his face as the woman came back.
"Alright now... Here is-" she checked the sheet. "Alice."
"How old is she?"
"Um..." she refered to the clipboard. "Eight months."
Berwald shook his head. "N'thank ya. We're lookin' for one about six months."
The lady looked startled. "O-Oh. Alright then. I'll be back in a minute."
They tried again and again, but none of the babies had the right feeling. They would have an aura of power around them. Mr. UN had tipped them off that there was a new nation in this orphanage. If they got to her first, they could claim her as Swedish-Finnish territory.
On the third try the woman brought in a six month old girl with dark brown curls on her head and bright blue eyes the color of sapphires. When Tino cradled this baby he felt a certain warmth in his arms and a ticklish feeling over his chest where she was resting. He glanced meaningfully to his partner and handed the baby over to him.
Berwald hugged her cautiously to his chest and rocked her. "Th's is the one."
The lady smiled tiredly. "Perfect. I'll go get the paperwork." She paused on the way out. "Oh, and by the way, her name is Elin."