A/N: Wassup? I own squat.

Meeting # 3: In which Delaware is introduced and Finland freaks out.

"I will start this meeting, since our recent ones have involved England fainting." Germany started, much to England's indignation, and quickly began reviewing his economy's standing and what not before a annoyed comment could sneak in. The meeting progressed smoothly, mostly due to the awkwardness that surrounded each nation that prevented them from starting their usual verbal battle royals. Each nation (except England, America, France, and Canada) sent strange, and in Prussia's case, downright suggestive, looks towards France and America. France smirked and lapped it all up, while America was oblivious. England seethed and glared at them all evilly. Bastards. How dare they insinuate that America would ever get together with that frog! England thought angrily. America just-just- they just have French influences from France's brief visiting. Nothing more. And with that thought in mind, England felt much better and secure knowing that America would never have "Love Children" with France of all people.

England would later be proved wrong, but for now he was content.

Sweden had just stepped up and was speaking about his economy and a popular Swedish store that was doing very well called "Ikea". Some of the nations seemed skeptical that a furniture store could provide so much income, but to their (seemingly never-ending) surprise, America was nodding along in agreement with Sweden. "Don't underestimate Ikea." He said wisely, and Sweden blinked, not expecting agreement from the hamburger loving nation. "It's freakin' huge. And had good meatballs." He added as a afterthought. A small smirk ghosted onto Sweden's face, and Finland subtly sighed adoringly. Why did he deny that he was Sweden's wife again?

Oh right. Because he was a man, and thus not a wife.

"How do you know about a Swedish store, America-kun?" Japan asked curiously, blushing madly. Not from the question, but the fact that he was publicly flaunting (well, in Japan's world) his relationship with Taiwan. There were holding hands.

In public.

Japan, while pleased (Everyone was always looking at his beautiful Taiwan in ways he did not appreciate), was very flustered, much to her amusement.

America shrugged. "We have 'em back at my place." He said easily, and they all stared. America had a large Swedish store brand at his place? "You do?" America blinked. "Sure. Del introduced them to us."

"...Del?"

"Yeah. Del-" The door slammed open, and the nations barely twitched, already getting used to people barging into their meetings. They turned to face the newcomer, and America muttered, "Speak of the devil." The stranger didn't even pause as she strode towards America purposely. She was very tall, only a few inches shorter than Sweden himself, her long legs enabling her to get to America quickly. Her blond hair was cut shortly and layered neatly and the very tips swayed at her throat angrily. Agitated brown eyes glinted behind a pair of square glasses on her nose. Her face looked round and sweet, but she had a intimidating and stern aura about her. America smiled fatherly at her. "What-?"

"You haven't been answering my messages," she cut him off, beginning to pace in front of him quickly, completely disregarding the bemused nations. This one seemed clingy...America rolled his eyes. "I didn't think it was of the highest importance." He drawled, but his face than slackened and he looked horrified at his own comment. The girl stiffened. The nations could see why America looked so afraid. Her already curt vibe just blackened to utmost intimidation. It was pretty scary.

"'Not of the highest importance?'" She repeated incredulously, stopping her pacing to face her father. "Are you serious?" America gulped meekly. "Uh...yes?"

"Not of the highest importance..." She muttered disbelieving to herself. "It's already March..."

"...You remember that Christmas is in December, right?" America asked weakly, slinking down in his seat, as if trying to escape his furious daughter. She shook her head furiously. "Exactly! I'm late as it is!" She fumed and continued pacing and ranting. "Christmas Eve is only nine months away. Nine! I've only just finished the East Coast's gifts!" She began muttering quickly to herself in another language, too quiet for the others to hear. Her pacing slowed as she began thinking and dismissively asked in America's general direction, "What do you want?"

"I don't know?" Wrong answer. She instantly whirled towards him, her face a perfect picture of horror.

"You don't know?" She shrieked, causing the nations to jump and America to squeak. "You don't know? Jag kan inte tro det här ... Mitä helvettiä minun pitäisi tehdä nyt? (I can't believe this...What the hell am I supposed to do now?)" She wailed, rapidly changing from English, to Swedish, to Finnish in the span of about three seconds. America sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Out of mild curiosity, why are all you guys randomly bursting in my meetings?"

"Alabama told us over Facebook that we didn't have to go incognito anymore."

"...Dammit Josh..." America grumbled, burying his head in his hands. The nations diverged their attention from the depressed America to his state, now ranting in fluent Finnish. "Hemmetti! Joulu on yhdeksän kuukautta ja olen jäljessä aikataulusta ... Ehkä minun pitäisi odottaa ja työn Louisana alueella ennen kuin työ isän ... Vai pitäisikö minun aloittaa West Coast ...(Dammit! Christmas is in nine months and I'm way behind schedule...maybe I should wait and work on the Louisana Territory's first before working on Dad's...Or should I start with the West Coast...)" The nations blinked. Okay. This was weird. The other two that could speak French was vaguely understandable. French at least was a standard language taught in most American high schools, but Finnish? "Uh, like, who are you?" Poland asked, confused with the entire situation, as was everyone else. She stopped ranting and looked over at the countries of the world surprised, as if she didn't notice them. And judging by how frantic and pissed off she was, it wasn't all that surprising. She blinked large brown eyes at them. "I am Delaware." She said, still looking over the nations curiously.

"Uh, okay." Poland said slowly, not really feeling satisfied with the explanation. "Like, why do you know Swedish and Finnish? It's, like, totally bizarre." He finished huffily and she blinked again. "I am Swedish and Finnish." she said blankly, not really getting why that seemed to shock so many of them.

"...Huh?"

"I am Swedish and Finnish." She repeated, still blank about the (awkward) situation. "I am Svea Oxenstierna."

Awkward silence. Mostly because a good majority of the nations didn't know what that meant or could pronounce it.

Sweden, however, was staring openly at her use of his surname and Finland was twitching massively. It had clicked, the second she said "Oxenstierna", who she was.

"EHHHHHHHHHHHHH?" Finland screamed in shock next to the stunned Sweden. She turned toward them. "Eh? What is it?" She asked him curiously, before turning back to America. "Is Mamma often like that?" She asked, pointing very obviously to Finland, who choked on air. "M-M-Mamma?" He squeaked, and she tilted her head in wonderment as to why he was so freaked out. "You are Pappa's wife. You are Mamma." She clarified bluntly. Finland blushed. "I-I'm not his wife!"

"...Really? Are you certain Mamma?"

"YES!" Sweden looked a little sad, though it wasn't noticed by Finland who was too freaked out with the entire situation. Delaware shrugged noncommittally. "I was born to represent the Finnish and Swedish colony of New Sweden," she declared simply, "thus it is only logical you are my Mamma and that he is my Pappa." Her purpose of yelling at America done, she curtly turned away from Sweden and Finland and walked away towards the door, calling over her shoulder, "Dad, once you are certain of what you want for Christmas, contact me immediately."

"...'Kay. Bye Svea." She grunted and turned to Canada on her way out. "Did-?"

"I sent her the maple syrup." She nodded briskly and strode out of the room and out of sight. Definitely not out of mind though. Everyone slowly revolved their heads towards America, Finland, and Sweden. America coughed into the silence.

"...Um, well...Delaware...She's, uh, adopted."

...No shit.

A/N: Yay! This one was fun! SuFin FTW!

Delaware: In 1638 New Sweden, a Swedish trading post and colony, was established at Fort Christina (now in Wilmington) by Peter Minuit at the head of a group of Swedes, Finns and Dutch. The colony of New Sweden lasted for 17 years. Then the Netherlands came and kicked them out. It was shown in the anime, actually. In real life, the first Ikea in the USA was in Pennsylvania (according to wikipedia). Let us, for the sake of fiction, pretend that Delaware told Pennsylvania about it.

Instead of using modern U.S. Delaware, I just made Delaware a SuFin love child. It was more fun that way.

Delaware inherited Sweden's social awkwardness and appearance (for the most part) and Finland's obsession with Christmas.

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