This will just be a short Drabble from a picture I saw on Pinterest on this idea.
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One sunny day, Sweden decided to ask little Finland something. He walked into his house and started talking.
"Hello, Finland are you home?" There was no response. The tall blonde Nordic country walked through the Christmas themed house.
There were endless amounts of Christmas decorations everywhere. "Christmas trees, wreaths, lights, ornaments, Santa themed everything... Where does he get all this stuff from?" Sweden muttered to himself as he stepped over a cord for some Christmas lights that covered a doorway.
"Hello? Finland? Why are you doing that you can't hear me?" The blue eyed swede called out searching through and through for him. After all, many decorations called for a large house, making it more difficult to find the other country.
Suddenly, through a patch of mistletoe, he could hear the sound of something faintly. He walked down the Hallway and ended up at a room. The noise was more distinct now. There was a steady beating noise coming from inside.
Sweden curiously opened the bedroom door. He saw his friend siting on a couch in the middle of the room, facing away from him. The baret wearing country was sitting there with headphones stuck in his ears while he was knitting away at something. The steady beat was coming from where he was siting.
Sweden walked over to Finland and took a seat right next to him on the couch. Finland was tapping his foot in time with the fast beating noise. "Hey can I ask you something?" Sweden questioned the shorter person. "Hey. Hello. You there? Any body home?" He waved at the boy to try to get a reaction but there was none. It didn't even look like he even knew there was anyone else there with him.
"Jävla helvete," Sweden cursed in his mother language. "Well if its going to be that way." He seemed to make up his mind to do something.
The Swede reached over and pulled the red and green earbuds out of Finland's ears. Suddenly incredibly heavy and dark metal music blared from the Christmas colored headphones he now held.
"Ah, hello Mr. Swe, I didn't see you there." Finland smiled and continued working on what he was knitting.
Sweden sat there in utter disbelief as some band was screaming there lungs out and beating at the drums like they were possessed. Other than the deathcore metal that was blaring throughout the entirety of the house it was moderately quiet. The petrified country just sat there watching the other smile happily, tapping his foot in time with the song, and knitting away.
"F-Finland, w-what in the world is this?" He pointed at the headphones like he were pointing at an alien specimen.
Finland looked up at Sweden after finishing a stitch and gave his usual kind and extraordinarily bright grin in response.
Just another day in the not so normal daily lives of the countries of the world.

Woah I wrote that one pretty quick and this is my first 3rd pov story in a while. I imagine what poor ol' Sweden heard was something like the song: Horizons of chaos II: hypocrisy by the faceless. Nothing better than sitting and listening to deathcore at midnight huh? Well, my friends... My job here is done. Ja neh~!
~Jinx