Finland knocked on the door of Sweden's house, surprised when it opened by itself. He took a deep breath before entering the house.

"Su-san, are you here?" he asked, shivering due to the cold temperature of the house.

"Hallo," Sweden called from the living room. When Finland entered the room, he was almost shocked to see a bottle of alcohol in Sweden's hands as the man sat on his sofa. Finland had never seen Sweden drink alcohol in his life.

"I, uh, brought some sweets with me. I have too much and I thought maybe you'd like some." Sweden glared at Finland, scaring him to the bone. "Are you okay?" Sweden shook his head. "What's wrong?"

Sweden sighed and took a sip from his bottle. "You," he finally answered. Finland's eyes widened.

"What did I do wrong? I'm always doing something wrong, aren't I?"

"L'ft me."

"What are you talking about?"

Sweden turned around as if he was trying to hide something. Finland dropped his bag and slowly walked up to him, putting his hands on his shoulders. The Swede's shoulders relaxed for a moment before tensing up.

"Y' l'ft me. Bec'me ind'p'nd'nt. Why?"

Finland kept silent for about a minute before finally speaking to Sweden in a low whisper. "I had my own life to live. I couldn't let you waste time trying to take care of me, so I found my own house close to you."

Finland's eyes widened even more when he heard Sweden quietly sobbing. "Why does that upset you so much?"

Sweden refused to talk. "Come on, talk to me." Sweden wiped his eyes. "Is this why you're drinking right now?" Sweden nodded. Finland felt his eyes prick with the sting of tears. "I hate to see you like this, Su-san. Talk to me and I can make everything better."

"No y' can't."

"Well, at least I'll try."

Sweden sighed again and put his bottle on the floor. "I… can't say 't. S'rry."

"Please? How does me being independent hurt you?"

"Y' were s'pposed t' be m' wife." Sweden tried to grab his bottle again but Finland grabbed it first.

"No more drinking."Finland put the bottle on the coffee table. "I can't be your wife, Su-san. I'm a man."

"I know."

Finland sat on the sofa next to Sweden and whispered in his ear. "But… I can be your boyfriend if you want."

Sweden looked up at Finland, reminding Finland of how the Swede's face used to scare him. The two gave each other a brief but warm hug.

Sweden blushed. "Y' R'lly mean tha'?" he asked. Finland smiled and nodded, causing Sweden's blush to brighten.

"I… I don't think I'd make a good boyfriend, though. What if something bad happens and I hurt you? That would be the worst thing ever and-"

The Finn was interrupted by Sweden's lips. Finland's cheeks became as crimson as Sweden's as he kissed him back.

A few seconds later the two pulled themselves away for air. Finland started to giggle but stopped when Sweden smiled at him. He sheepishly put a hand on his mouth.

"Cute," Sweden said softly.

"Your speech has gotten a little better since I last saw you."

"I guess."

"See? Good job. So, um, where's Sealand?"

"'t a fr'nd's house."

"I… I guess that means I can kiss you for a little longer."

The second kiss was relatively chaste but still filled with passion that Finland didn't realise he had until then. Sweden put his hand on Finland's and kissed his forehead.

"Wh't's our f'rst date?"

"Are there any good movies on?"

"'ll check."

Finland's rested his head on Sweden's shoulder, feeling right at home.