Challenge: What if Finland and Sweden hadn't been kicked out of the Americas? What if, instead of telling France and England about America, Sweden and Finland raised him as their own child? Must be UsXUK and must include Canada. If Canada is in a pairing, it must be FranceXCanada or PrussiaXCanada. Other side pairings are okay, except FRUK (FranceXEngland) or Americest (AmericaXCanada). That is not allowed in this fic. No other specifications.
This will probably just be little interconnected one-shots, so maybe an update every week or two?
December
"Th't k'd 's h'r 'g'n, w'fe…," Sweden mumbled to Finland from his chair by the window.
"O-oh, again? I should go out there and try to warn him about Holland, shouldn't I?" Finland replied, mumbling under his breath about how he was a MALE and therefore not a WIFE. He stood and walked over to the coat rack, slipping on his warm red cape and black snow boots.
"'ll g' w't ya," Sweden rose out of his chair, only to be pushed back down by a frantic Finland.
"No, stay here, I'm sure I'll be able to handle this quickly," Finland didn't want the child to run away from them again, or else get scarred for life by his 'husbands' scary appearance. He finally got outside the small summer home and into the brisk (by Scandinavian standards anyway) winter afternoon.
"Hi! Who're you, mister?" The child boldly asked instead of running away franticly. He – assuming it was a he – had short blond hair, a perfect mix of his and Sweden's own locks, and big blue eyes, so much like Sweden's own at that young age, set on a face structured nearly exactly like Finland's; in short, very adorable. Finland had trouble not scooping him up and declaring himself the child's parent right then and there.
"Y-you're not going to run away again are you?" Finland at last asked, more in disbelief than anything else. He stooped down to the child's height, bending one knee and resting the other on the ground.
"Nope! Lately I've been finding out a lot about who I am, so I'm not so scared anymore!" The child replied cheerfully, a winning smile on his bright young face. 'He' was obviously very proud of himself, but soon enough Finland had to cut to the chase.
"A-ah, I see…Well, I'm Finland o-or Suomi, but you can call me Tino if you'd like. What's your name? And why are you out here all alone? You need to be careful out here, you know! There are very mean people around here that may want to hurt you if you aren't careful!"
"I dunno what my name is, Mr. Finland. I've always just been by myself, 'cept for sometimes this weird kid from WAAY up north comes and sees me, he calls himself Vinland, and he'll call me 'Amerigo' or something, but I don't think that's right. But usually I'm by myself, so I don't really have a name. It gets kinda lonely out here sometimes. That's why I'm always following you and the big guy around. If I follow you guys I can sorta pretend I'm a part of your group, and I'm not as lonely, at least for a while!" Finland's heart was in tatters for the little Nation-ling, he gave into the urge and scooped the child into his arms, intent on keeping this sweet little something close to him forever.
"It's pretty cold out here for someone as small as you, isn't it? Why don't you come inside and I'll fix you, Sweden,- that's the 'big guy' as you described him- and I some tasty Lohikeitto for supper? Does that sound alright,... Alfred?" Finland remembered a name he had heard once before, one of England's many Kings maybe, and decided that would be the child's – defiantly a boy – name in the human world.
"OK!"
