Finland was about as fond of Denmark stomping around his house as he was about living with Russia.
Which was not at all.
Norway lurked a bit behind the blonde brute, looking peeved. Finland had been reduced to attempting to ignore it off in the kitchen.
A tugging on his sleep drug the male out of the corner of his mind he had fixed himself into so snuggly.
"Maman?"
He looked down, and Sealand stared back. A smile instantly popped up to replace his before somewhat irritated expression.
"Ah...Sealand. Can I help you?" he asked.
Sealand just frowned a bit at Finland.
"Who's the big man with Norway?" Sealand asked in response.
Right. Sealand had never met seemed normal as Finland made a keen point of keeping the disrupting man out of his house.
Still smiling, he picked Sealand up and placed the boy in his lap.
"Ah, you haven't met him before, have you?" Tino asked. Sealand just shook his head rapidly in response. His little hat shifted about on his head and slipped off. "He's an old friend of Su-san's and mine. We used to live together, a long time ago."
Sealand made a large O shape with his mouth, but it was obvious that he was still confused.
"How come you don't live together anymore?" he asked.
Ah, how to explain this? Sealand was so young, after all.
"Su-san and Denmark didn't get along very well," Finland tried to explain.
"So they fought?"
Scratch that.
"Y-yeah, a bit," Tino said.
"Is he any different now?"
Finland's mouth turned into a flat line, watching the large male stomp by the kitchen door. Norway was still close behind, looking throughly annoyed.
"A bit, yes..." Finland replied finally.
"How so?" Sealand again asked. Kids certainly asked a lot of questions, didn't they?
"E-er...He's...a bit less violent."
"Anything else?"
Finland paused, thinking.
"No, not really."
AN: One of a few drabbles I did for my roleplay group, HAM.