"Hey, Su-san, I-" I was cut off by Sweden's hand on my shoulder.
"D'nt call me th't."
"Call you what? Su-san?" I asked.
He turned me around to meet his icy blue eyes and nodded an affirmative.
"Why? Oh, I guess it's because after all we've been through, I shouldn't really still call you 'Mr Sweden' but I'm sorry Ber, it's just a verbal tick and I really can't control it."
Babbling, oh no, I was babbling again, wasn't I? I always seem to do that whenever he looks at me. I can't help that his eyes make me lose my verbal censoring
Those eyes... Those eyes can freeze nations in their tracks, and ward off even the outrageous Denmark. But, they also hold a kindness, and protectiveness.
"And he's always so kind to me and brings me spiced tea when I'm sick and leaves salmiakki on my desk every morning and- Oh god, I said all that out loud didn't I?"
I could feel my cheeks starting to glow when I heard Sweden start to chuckle.
I immediately began to ramble on, apologising hurriedly, my face bright red, when I felt Sweden press his lips to mine.
"That was a very nice way to tell me to be quiet."
"I d'nt mind y' babbling, Fin."
"Thanks. I love you, Ber."
"Love y' too, Fin"