Quite often, [Name] would find herself at the home of the Nordic countries, or more accurately, Sweden's house. She loved all the Nordics dearly as well as the dynamic relationship between the five men, though [Name] would usually find herself playing referee, much to Finland and Sweden's relief.
It was just another night for the Nordics and [Name], dinner around the table made specially by [Name]. As usual, the conversations consisted of Norway attempting Iceland to call him 'bror', Denmark annoying Norway and Sweden, to an extent, Finland making comments every now and then as well as making conversation with [Name], and Sweden observing the interactions going on around him.
"Never a dull moment at Sweden's house," [Name] remarked as she took a bite out of her food. Sweden glanced at her and nodded in agreement.
Soon enough, of course, the voices of Denmark, Iceland, and Norway started to get louder. Usually [Name] wouldn't mind, but the food she worked hard on was starting to get cold. Puffing out her cheeks in irritation, [Name] pulled out a whistle from thin air and blew into it, following up with a series of lectures for the three. All the while, Finland was questioning how in the world [Name] grabbed a whistle from nowhere and Sweden was watching with amusement dancing in his eyes and one of his hidden smiles gracing his normally stoic face.
Once things started to settle down, dinner was eaten in peaceful silence.
Despite the protests from Finland, who was assigned to wash the dishes for that night, [Name] insisted that she wash as she was the one who cooked, muttering also that washing dishes was a therapeutic activity for her considering that she had to dish out some punishments.
[Name] smiled happily upon placing the last dish into the dishwasher and turned to see Sweden observing her.
"God kväll, Sweden!" She smiled cheekily upon remembering the basic Swedish taught to her by the tall man.
Sweden nodded and placed his hand atop her head and ruffled her hair with stoic affection.
"I hope you didn't mind my outburst earlier," she apologized. "I know how amused you get by their antics. I just didn't want the food I made go to waste because of those three."
"Nej, I didn't mind. You put your foot down."
"Well I was kinda forced to do it."
"Which is why you're m'wife," Sweden said with his usual deadpan expression.
[Name] laughed heartily. "So I'm your wife now?" A coy smiled painted her features as she asked.
"Ja, m'favorite wife."
"What about Finland?!"
"Ah! Herra Swe!"
-Translations-
[Norwegian] Bror: Brother
[Swedish] God kväll: Good evening
[Swedish] Nej: No
[Swedish] Ja: Yes
[Finnish] Herra: Mister