A/n I made an omake because it wouldn't be a "creepy marriage proposal" story without Russia... who was suspiciously absent from the first chapter.

Disclaimer I don't own any of the things I didn't own last time.

No Sweden this time, though. Just Finland and Estonia being bros.

Enjoy!

"They really thought proposing marriage to Sweden was a good idea?" Estonia asked. Finland nodded and took another sip of kali. Sweden's suitors had been well and truly run off, but it was several days after the fact before Finland was comfortable leaving the house.

Not that Sweden was complaining apparently he was rather fond of Finland 'defending his honor.'

"Maybe they all went mad with the economy," Estonia mused. "I can't think of why they'd be after Sweden this year. Nobody bothered Azerbaijan last year. Well, except for Russia, but that isn't anything outside the usual for us."

Finland shook his head. "Actually, Russia was one of the only ones that didn't show up."

Estonia's eyebrows shot up into his bangs. "You're kidding."

"Russia and I have had an agreement since 2000," Finland acted as if it was enough explanation, but it only piqued Estonia's curiosity. To his knowledge, making deals with Russia almost always turned bad.

"What happened in 2000?"

"The Women's Ice Hockey World Championships," Finland said. His eyes glowed with pride. "My girls annihilated him."

"I imagine he didn't like that," Estonia said, suddenly understanding where Finland was going with this. There were, after all, only two things Russia hated losing: puppet states and ice hockey.

"Not in the slightest. But he thought it made me a worthy rival, and if we became one then perhaps we could finally give Canada a run for his money," Finland continued.

"Who?"

"Doesn't matter," Finland leaned back in his seat, toying with the glass of kali in his hands. The grin on his face gleamed like sunlight off the barrel of a gun. "What matter is, Russia always seems to forget that I can see him coming a mile off and what I can see, I can hit."

There was a long pause, and Estonia wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Finland knocked back the rest of his drink and stood up.

"Now, what do you say I break out the Koskenkorva and you find the Vana Tallinn, and we call up the neighbors and have a game of floorball?" Finland asked. The violent look had vanished from his face almost as suddenly as it had appeared. Estonia chose to disregard the entire thing. As long as it kept Russia on his side of the border, Estonia didn't care what Finland did.

"As long as it isn't the salmiakki-flavored one," Estonia warned him. "Again."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Finland said cheerfully as he dialed Sweden's cell number. Just because Estonia vetoed the salmiakkikossu didn't mean he couldn't ask Sweden to bring the salmiakki itself. Besides, what good was a game of drunken floorball if food warfare didn't come into play?

Notes

kali: an Estonian beverage similar to the Russian kvass, which is basically fermented rye. It has a very low alcohol content.
Koskenkorva: a type of alcohol similar to vodka produced entirely in Finland. It is also considered a symbol of "Finnishness."
Vana Tallinn: a brand of sweet, rum-flavored liquor produced in Estonia
floorball: think indoor hockey
salmiakki:Finnish salted licorice
salmiakkikossu: salmiakki-flavored Koskenkorva

Headcanon says many ice-hockey nations are aware of Canada, mainly because he enjoys curb-stomping them in the sport
Also Nordic food warfare would be horrifying.
I spent way too much time looking at international ice hockey scores for this stupid 500 word piece. I hate you, wikipedia.
Admiration and affection,
~Craic