Wasn't gonna update today but I feel bad about mixing up last chapter so here you go.

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This is about viking times and finally I got some SuFin too (still very slightly but anyway).

"Sä jylhä ja ponteva pohjolan maa", Finland sang quietly for himself while working, "sä hiljainen riemunkehto parhain." He was sitting outside in warm sun and fixing fishing nets. It was easy work that let his mind to wander though his hands were busy. He also liked to sing because it filled otherwise quiet forest with voice. Working felt so much better when he sang and thought about things at same.

Also, it kept him so focused that he never noticed three Vikings hiding in the bush nearby.

"Is he chanting something or?" the Dane asked, laying on the ground. His weapon was right next to him, but two others had left theirs in the camp. Norway only had a small knife on his belt and Sweden trusted that nothing would attack them.

"Not sure", Norway whispered back, staring at the singing Finn. He knew magic but this one was new for him and he didn't understand the words. It made him very worried because if it was indeed magic, he couldn't counter-attack it if he didn't know exactly what it was.

"Should we attack? Just in case? Maybe he is summoning the creatures from underground", Denmark said and poke his elbow to Swede's side, "Sve, you wanna attack?"

"He is cute", Sweden whispered instead of giving a real answer. Denmark turned and gave him a long look, mixed with surprise and horror.

"What in hell is wrong with you?" he asked and quickly turned to Norway, "Nor, that witch-boy has seduced Sve with the magic!"

"Be quiet", Norway whispered sharply. Luckily Finland seemed still be not aware about Vikings and continue his singing and working happily.

"But Nor, I'm worried", Denmark whined, moving a bit away from the Swede in case the spell was contagious, "do something."

"I can't, Dan", Norway said, looking also a bit worried, "this magic is different. I think we should just retreat."

"That's good idea", the Dane said, "come on, Sve, let's go."

"But…", Sweden mumbled but both nations grabbed him and dragged away. He didn't refuse but he still kept looking back.

"He has to be very strong to keep man like Sve in his hold", Norway said when they got in safe distance.

"I'm very worried now", Denmark admitted, "we should have attacked."

"No", Sweden said quickly, "don't attack him!"

"Sve is right", Norway agreed, "with that kind of power he can do anything. Better to stay away, there are other lands for us to roam."

"Can I stay here?" Sweden asked.

"No!" Norway and Denmark yelled at same time. They gripped the Swede's arms again, like they were expecting him to take a run back to the Finn.

"Maybe I can talk to him", Sweden said, "he can join us."

"It's too dangerous", Denmark refused, "I'm not gonna lose my brother to that witch-boy."

"But Norge use magic too", Sweden said, "and he is ok."

"It's too risky to just go and talk with a strange magic user", the Norwegian noted, "no, we leave now."

"Also, you can't really talk, Sve", Denmark continued, "you always mumble and get so awkward when around strangers. That boy will turn you to fish or something! You can't fight if you are a fish!" Norway nodded and started to lead their small group back to the ship. Denmark followed happily but Sweden hesitated. He wanted to go back and find out about this strange boy in the forest. His curiosity didn't go away but he was sure it wasn't magic that was holding him. It was something else.

Many centuries later Finland laughed when Denmark told the story to him.

"Really? You were stalking me?" he asked, "I never noticed."

"Of course not!" Denmark said, "we are so good Vikings."

"Also, Dan was too afraid to go closer", Norway noted.

"Well, you wanted to stay away too", the Dane said, laughing and smiling, "but was it really a magic you were using back then, Fin?" The Finn smiled gently and shrugged.

"Who knows", he said, a hint of amuse in his voice, and begin to sing softly, "sun muistosi suuret, sun uljahat työs, ei hukkua saata ajanvuolla. Mit' ennen voit olla, voit vastakin myös. Mä pohjolassa tahdon elää, kuolla." Sweden, who had stayed quiet during the story, stared at the Finn. Maybe he was a scary looking man, but now he only looked gentle and loving, his feelings showing on his eyes. Denmark saw that and he turned to the Norwegian next to him.

"I think it was magic", he whispered, "damn it. I always thought they have some kind of Stockholm syndrome going on. Who would have guessed that Fin is a seducer?"

Fun fact: Finns were never Vikings, but they used to trade a lot with their Viking neighbours. Sometimes Vikings also did raids in Finland but mostly it seems that they were friendly towards Finns. Vikings also used to believe that Finns are natural with magic (especially with raising and calming winds). This belief might come from the fact that Finnish language is very "flat", we rarely raise or low the voice while speaking which makes it very hard for non-finnish speakers to realize where words ends and starts (Finnish is also one of the rare languages where you can breathe in and out while speaking. It's very handy with our damn long words… And makes it sound like everything we say is just one very, very long word.) In other words, Finnish sounds like scary chanting.

What Finland is singing here then? Well, it's Du gamla, du fria in Finnish! Why? Because it was first song coming up my mind.

Here are the full lyrics in case somebody got curious about that. The translation is from Finnish lyrics, Swedish lyrics are a bit different.

Sä jylhä ja ponteva Pohjolanmaa,
sä hiljainen riemunkehto parhain,
sä armahin seutu, min kohdata saa.
Maa kukkanurmein, koskein, tähtitarhain.

Sun muistosi suuret, sun uljahat työs
ei hukkua saata ajanvuolla.
Mit' ennen voit olla, voit vastakin myös.
Mä Pohjolassa tahdon elää, kuolla.

You great and powerful Land of North,
You quiet, joyful home (lit. "quiet, the best cradle of joy". yeah, sounds weird in English)
You most beloved place that can be ever found.
Land of flower fields, streams, starry sky.

Your great memories, your noble works
will not be forgotten (lit. "will not drown in time's stream")
What you were once, you can become again.
In the North I want to live, die.