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He takes a pen and starts to write. Hesitatingly, he begins to form letters one after the other; F, i, n, l, a, n, d - Finland. There, his signature. On the paper he really didn't want to sign. The friendship treaty makes him nervous, but Russia can be very persistent when he wants something. He had the patience to talk and remind him about it every single day during the last half year.

As soon as his name is written on the paper, Russia grabs it. He looks happy. Finland tries to look happy, too.

"See, it wasn't that hard. Now we are friends!"

Finland doesn't understand the other, not at all. Only four years ago they were at war. Now, they sign a paper and suddenly they are friends? Why Russia even wants to be his friend? That doesn't make any sense!

"Y-yeah. Well, I guess I'm leaving now if you don't have anything else."

"So soon? Let's have some tea to celebrate the treaty!"

"Tea?"

"Or something stronger, if you prefer. Friends drink together! And talk! And sing! And have military exercises!"

"Oh…?" Finland had kind of hoped this would be that kind of friendship where you send a birthday card to the other once a year. And maybe wish merry Christmas. Well, Russia doesn't celebrate it anymore. That would probably only annoy him.

It's not like he would like to be his enemy either. It's just… Russia calls those who live with him his best friends. Finland really doesn't want to improve their relations too much. Not to that level. And Russia's friends are usually communists, too. He is not and he really doesn't want to be either.

There is still a chance he will be one, if his own communists are really planning a coup like they say they are. He is not going to allow that. And he definitely doesn't want to have military exercises with him! And singing is questionable too…

"Tea is fine. But only one cup. They are waiting for me at home." Finland smiles.

In the end, it was not just a cup. And it was not just tea.