Other people thought it was a fridge.
He knew it was an angel.
He didn't understand the looks people gave him when he told them how much he loved this "fridge". If Austria could love his piano and Germany could love his stick, why couldn't he love the fridge? Why did he have to search the world for a human to love him when the love of his life waited patiently for him in Sweden's kitchen?
"Ég elska þig, krúttið mitt," he said softly, stroking the metal sides gently with one hand. "You'll never leave me, will you?"
The fridge gave no response.
"Will you?" he prompted, honestly expecting an answer. Needless to say, he didn't get one.
"Don't be so cold!" He gasped, wiping tears from his amethyst eyes. "You're heartless! Our relationship is over!"
"Thank goodness," the other Nordics sighed in unison from outside Sweden's kitchen.
Ég elska þig - I love you
Krúttið mitt - my darling