Moa: I... Have no explanation for this one. I'm just sick of people making Finland seem so weak... So yeah.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Finland, for once, wasn't smiling. Or talking. Or moving for that matter. He was sitting with his arms crossed and mouth in a thin line, not to mention the vein ticking in his forehead. And he was glaring so coldly at the man in front of him that the devil himself would cringe.
To bad Prussia wasn't the devil.
He had been talking for the last ten minutes and Finland's glare had only intensified when the subject came closer and closer to a rather touchy subject. Finland's feminine looks.
"I mean, it's nothing to worry about... Your president's a chick, right? It's only fare if the nation looks like one too!"
Finland looked ready to murder.
"And your country is a bit on the weaker side... Have you ever won a war on your own?"
Behind Finland (whose eyes had turned an interesting shade of red) both Russia and Sweden stopped whatever they were doing and turned to Prussia with a panicked look on their face and started shaking their heads. Russia was doing a dragging motion over his neck with his finger.
Alas, Prussia didn't get the hint.
"You always get help from other nations! Well, you do look like a distressed damsel in need..."
Russia and Sweden bolted up and ran out of the room like their asses were on fire.
And Finland stood up.
Prussia suddenly felt himself choke and fall on his knees. The sheer killing-intent was enough to poison the air. He looked up surprised and saw Finland looking down at him... Making an good imitation of something that lurks in the shadows and eats your heart. Finland lifted up a knife.
"Suksi kuuseen, perkele."
Prussia screamed.
Moa: Yeah, Don't mess with Finland... He's far more dangerous than what he looks like.
Suksi kuuseen, perkele. = Ski up thespruce, perkele. There is no real translation for this one. It's used as something like "F*ck off". "Perkele" is a Finnish swear word.