Those beautiful violet eyes, filled with emotion and depth. A smile that lights up his adorably attractive face. Intelligence, sociability, individuality, and humor; it's Tino. He's perfect, he's attractive, he accepts me for who I am…he's my best friend. Damnit.

Berwald Oxenstierna is the human representation of Sweden. He's five foot eleven, almost two hundred pounds-all muscle, and built like a wall. He loves playing hockey, the arts, and most of all…Finland. The Christmas loving nation who's loved by all and loves all…except his best friend. Sure, DUH, it's his best friend, but there's no way in the name of Thor that Tino feels the same way…he's sure…

He's so tall, and sweet, and smart, and awkward which he makes adorable and don't forget attractive *cough* sexy…OKAY FINNY MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER HE'S YOUR BEST FRIEND GET IT TOGETHER…Breathe, breathe…there we go. You love him but of COURSE you can't say anything…he's your best friend. HE. HE is your best friend…wait, he's gay…GOD STOP DOING TO YOUSELF HE ISN'T INTERESTED…Ugh, this sucks….

Tino Vainamoimen is the human representation of Finland. He's about five foot eleven, a hundred and sixty five pounds-most muscle? Kinda cute chubby cheeks chubby?-, and as described before. He loves Christmas, being with friends, and most importantly…Sweden. The super awkward-calls-him-his-wife-wall of man that seems to love no one…including Finny. Sure, they're best friends for life and on, but there's no way in the name of Santa that his Su-San feels the same way…Finland swears he's right…

Today, Berwald has been different. He's hardly talked to anyone, less than usual, so he hasn't talked. This worries Tino, because they talk quite a bit; Berwald's just not very good with people. Well, anyway, Tino is scared. "Wait, wait Su-San! We need to talk!" The tall nation stopped outside the door, waiting for the other Nordic to catch up, "Ja, wh't is it?" The older/taller one seemed a bit down, and as his best friend, Tino set out to find out what's wrong, "Talk to me Su-San. There is…something on your mind?" Berwald flinched slightly; was it really that obvious? "Oh, n'thing. J'st..th'nking." Sighing softly, Berwald pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and turned, letting the door go and it shutting in Tino's face. Never in his life had the small Nordic been so scared.

"Sve you need to talk to me! There is something wrong I can tell!" Tino raced after his friend/crush with serious determination. "Really, it's n'thing. D'n't w'rry ab't me." His blue eyes gazed sadly into the purple hue, and the attempt of deceit failed, "You're lying to me Berwald. You're going to tell me what is wrong right here, right now. You have me really worried. You're my best friend, please…" Ber took a deep breath, "One week." Not having a single clue what this meant, the Finnish boy stared, "What do ya mean, one week? Until what Sve?" "One week t'll I go. Tin, I'm bein' d'pl'yed."