Dearest Readers, again thank you for the continued support! To my lovely reviewers, thank you and yes, I agree that Finland is being absurd. I've tried to explain to Finland that there's absolutely nothing unwholesome about wanting to make love to your own husband, he's not been listening. No worries, he's gonna come around. Love out to all of you!

Sweden had never felt sunnier inside than on that rainy evening. He and his wife sat holding each other on the front porch swing as darkness started to drift down. But nothing could darken Sweden's light within.

The one he loved at last saw him for who he really was. This was so glorious that he still couldn't fully absorb that it was a reality. All of his dreams he'd ever dreamed had come true in a flash of lovely lightning. What more could he want in the world besides Finland?

Cuddles's dreamy distraction continued while he was cooking dinner an hour later, causing him to nearly burn the Swedish meatballs. Ah adorable little Finland! Sweden couldn't help but grab his wife's hand in the middle of dinner. Holding hands made for slightly tricky one handed eating, but who cared? There wasn't a cinnamon roll in the world as sweet as Finny!

"Hey, Cuddles," his wife spoke up as the meal came to an end "Let me clean up after dinner tonight! It's the least I could do, since you cooked it after all, yah?"

"Ya s're?"

"Yah! I'll take care of it. Why don't you go take a relaxing bubble bath or something?"

"Mmm." Sweden nodded and squeezed Finland's hand. "'Alright then. 'll be 'n bed waiting f'r ya."

Finland was so kind! A bubble bath, while also probably historically misplaced, would be perfect after a chilly rainy day. Sweden slipped under the blanket of bubbles, enjoying the fact that his surroundings reflected his internal emotional state. He scooped up a handful of bubbles and clasped them to his heart.

Cuddles huh? Sweden smiled. Cuddles...what a name to call the likes of him. Again, despite the fact he had a strong, steely exterior, Sweden could feel himself becoming all squishy and pudding-like within. He'd more than surrendered entirely to the sweetness of dear little Finny, wanting nothing else in the world than to be Finland's Cuddles. Whatever Finland wanted from him was already Finland's, any fears or reservations Sweden had were slipping away like the steam from this bubble bath.

When Sweden finished toweling off, he walked back to the farthest drawer in his closet and pulled out a fuzzy, sky blue bathrobe with snowflakes printed on it. He had been scared to wear it before because, in addition to being historically misplaced, he'd worried Finland would think it looked stupid on him. But now maybe, Sweden thought as he pulled on one of the sleeves, it would increase the cuddly appeal of Cuddles.

He doused himself with cologne, wanting to give his wife every incentive possible to snuggle with him. Would Finland want to kiss again tonight? Sweden really hoped so. Then an idea hit him. He went back to his closet and pulled out a keyed fiddle. Music! Yes, that would help tremendously. He'd play his heart's feelings out with the nyckelharper and Finland wouldn't be able to resist wanting to hold him all night long. If Finland had thought he was appealing earlier, just wait 'til his wife saw him now.

"Howdy m' love!" Sweden strolled into the kitchen with a small, silly smile on his face as he carried the nyckelharper. "C'ddles 's here!"

No response. Sweden surveyed the room. There was a sparkling table and a shining sink next to a pile of clean dishes, but no Finland.

"M' wife?"

Then his heart cliff-dived off the edge of despair when he saw the tear-stained note sitting next to his wife's wedding ring on the table.

Dearest Cuddles...

I'm so sorry I have to leave like this, I really am. It's for your own protection. I can't stay with you, I don't deserve it. You're so sweet, so completely pure. You've shown me the purest sort of caring any human can hope for. That's why I had to leave, because my own heart is far from pure. The more time I spent near you, the more I wanted to-

Sweden's face turned the color of holly berries as he read the paragraph of activities listed in explicit detail on the note. He could feel the front of his Christmas-tree-covered boxers become tighter as he clasped a hand to his mouth and leaned back against the wall with wide, surprised eyes. His wife had wanted to WHAT?!

How had Sweden not picked up on this? This was...this was glorious beyond anything he'd ever dreamed! Sweden had been longing so desperately that Finland would fall in love with his heart that he hadn't gotten around to even dreaming about Finland also finding him desirable in a sexual sense. This was great news! He was glad Finland was the one to bring it up, because even if Sweden had been hopeful enough to even consider it before, he would've been much too bashful to admit it to Finland.

I know this probably makes you disgusted.

Actually, this made Sweden unbelievably happy. He'd never even thought this possible, this was way more than Sweden had ever even dared to dream of.

But at least now you know why I have to leave. After seeing how pure and tender your heart was, I could never live with the person who would break it. Especially not myself. I'm so sorry to let you down like this. There's no way I can ever make it up to you, but at least this way you'll be protected from my impure intention. I'm so sorry, my love, forgive me.

Okay, now Sweden was more lost than Poland at a manliness convention. So Finland wanted to have sex with him and was...ashamed of it? What? This made absolutely no sense. Didn't his wife know that Sweden adored him with his entire being and would do anything Finland desired? Didn't Finland remember what Sweden had said just the night before, that he belonged to him?

As Sweden swiped Finland's ring off the table and sprinted out into the freezing rainstorm, he made a note that he and his wife should really start working on communication skills, but first he needed to find Finland and save the love of his life from dying of hypothermia.