Well, this is my first story, and I had to write it for English. So, I ended up writing about SuFin, although I had to keep it appropriate for school and such.
So, I'm sorry for Sweden's misguided personality, Denmark being an absolute jerk, and Finland being a weakling. I had to alter their personalities so then they would fit the criteria in my assignment. I hope it's still bearable though! ^^;
In an orphanage-boarding school residing deep within Scandinavian Europe beset a diversity of children and teens. The amount of diversity was so large, that there was possibly at least one kid from every country of Europe.
Inside the orphanage was a Swedish teen, almost ready to graduate. He was trying very hard to keep his concentration on a book about cultures, hence the upcoming test.
Usually, everyone would leave him alone, due to his heavyset figure and piercing gaze, enhanced by the pointed shine in his glasses, but a Danish boy, not too far in age and height had continued to pester him to insanity.
"How many time do I have to tell you," The Swede, namely Berwald growled, as he tried regaining his place, "Leave me be."
"No way, Ox," The Dane, Matthias replied indignantly, poking him in the head with a pen, "You still haven't given me your notes from the last class."
"That's because you skipped the last class." Berwald stated, irked at the Dane's nicknames. Ox was derived from his last name Oxenstierna, but he felt it was due to his figure.
Matthias lowered both his gaze and voice, creeping closer to his ear, "You owe me, Bernard."
"It's Berwald," He replied, trying to conceal the fear enveloping him.
The Swede instantly remembered how Matthias had ruined his perfectly constructed plan, as he had walked in on him taking money from Mr. Vargas, the headmaster. Berwald only was trying to purchase a plane ticket to Stockholm, away from this misery of this supposed haven, and away from 'oh so superior' Matthias. Of course-he couldn't tell the Dane that-it would only get him in trouble. So Berwald stammered up an excuse, something namely what the French or Greek students would say. It only gave him a new outlook from Matthias, as well as more opportunities for the Dane to cut class.
Berwald sighed, removing the neatly clipped pages from his binder, and gave them to the hands of the class-cutter. The Dane smirked and sauntered away, leaving Berwald in rage.