Hey everyone. This is my first story...I don't own Hetalia or Dango Daikazoku...or anything for that matter other than the plot.
Late one Friday night while waiting for Sweden to come home, Finland was working on the computer while I was playing with my toys. "When's daddy coming home?" I asked. "He'll be home soon. It's another late night at work." Finland replied. "Ok." I continued to play with my toys. About fifteen minutes later, Finland heard a car pull up in the driveway. "Sweden's home. I haven't made him dinner yet. I hope he isn't in a bad mood." Finland said. "Same here." I replied. Sweden opened the door. "Hey dear." Finland told him and hugged him. He pushed Finland away and went into his room. "I'll go heat something up for him." Finland rushed to the kitchen. A couple minutes later, I walked into the kitchen. "What are you heating up for daddy?" I asked, wondering what just happened. "Well, I don't know. Why don't you pick something." He held open the fridge door so I could choose. I searched for several seconds. I finally decided on a pizza. "That was a gift from Italy. It's perfect." Finland put the pizza into the microwave and pushed the buttons to start it. Waiting for it to ring, I began to get bored. "What can I do? Do you want me to draw him a picture?" I asked, trying to find something to do. "Sure. Why not." Finland replied. I ran off to find a piece of paper and some crayons. "Where are the crayons? I can't find them." I said, still searching for them. "They're on a shelf in the sun room. I'll get them for you." He got them and handed them to me. I thanked him. "You're welcome Sealand." I drew a picture of Sweden. He came out of his room and sat the table. Finland pulled the pizza out of the microwave and placed it in front of him. As Sweden began eating, I asked Finland to tell me when I should give Sweden his picture and how to spell Sealand. He showed me how and I copied. "How was work?" Finland asked Sweden. He grunted; "Not so good." He finished eating the last bite of pizza then moved to the computer. "Why not give him his picture now?" Finland whispered to me. I nodded and walked up to him. I placed the picture in his hands and said, "It's a picture of you. See?" He pinned it up on the wall, mustered up everything inside of him, and replied, "It's wonderful son." I giggled. "How did you like-" Finland started. Sweden got off the computer and went to his room, slamming the door behind him. "I think he's mad at you mama." I told Finland. After many moments of silence and saying his name once more, I ran off to my room and got Italy, my most treasured teddy bear. I hurried back to Finland, who had put the crayons back on the shelf, put the dishes in the dishwasher and was cleaning the table. "You could use him if you'd like." I announced. "N-no...It's ok." Finland stammered. "Don't cry, please?" Even though he was trying to act strong, it didn't work. I began to sing and I hugged him. "Dango, dango, dango, dango, dango, dango, daikazoku~" He picked me up and carried me to the couch. I continued to sing. He put me down and then laid down on the couch. As I sang, he drifted to sleep. The song ended and so did my singing. Thirty minutes later, Sweden came out of his room. Noticing the dishes still dirty, he said in an aggravated tone, "Finland, why aren't the dishes clean?" When no reply came, he walked into the family room. When he saw Finland asleep, he picked me up and tucked me in for bed.