Finland sighed wistfully as he rested his head on one hand while absentmindedly stirring his cereal with the other.
"Oh Magic 8 Ball, I just had the most fantastic dream last night."
-Yah?-
"Yah...there was this strange rainbow laser world thing that tried to put me in a cage, but then this monitor appeared and started saying all these sweet things to me. But the best part..." Finland's face wore a silly smile "...was this snuggly mystery man..."
-Really?-
"Really...I don't remember too much about what he looked like, just that he was tall, blonde and...I think he had glasses."
-I see...-
"But what I DO remember is what he felt like. His arms were like a blanket woven out of the wool of wondrous love. Resting my head on his chest...was like returning home to a place I'd never been before."
-Hmm...-
Finland then felt a twinge of guilt. He remembered that when he first met the Magic 8 Ball it had professed its love to him. The poor thing worked ridiculously hard every day to help Finland out. And now Finland was probably trampling on the Magic 8 Ball's feelings by rambling on about this mysterious dream guy.
"Ah...anyways! Sorry for going on about that. It's probably not something ya want to hear about. I'm sorry Little Friend."
-What? Of course I do.-
"Are ya sure?" The Magic 8 Ball might have just been being polite.
-Yah! Tell me more.-
-...unless ya don't care to...-
The silly smile returned to Finland's face. "He had the most wonderful hands. They were strong and kind of calloused...like they'd been working a lot, ya know? But they were so warm and gentle..."
Well this was a splendid start to Sweden's day. He'd never heard Finland this gushy and poetic before. Even when they'd been dating back before this crazy curse affair. Finland had been sweet and complementary towards him and whatnot, but never had he cruised down this Mushiness Mainstreet before.
Sweden guessed he could understand. He said quite a few sweet things to Finland back in the day...but he often held a lot back for fear of frightening Finland off by overdoing it.
Maybe Finland was the same way?
In any case, it was a mistake Sweden now vowed to never repeat once the spell broke. Being embarrassed because you're saying things so overly sweet it'd make a sugar plum fairy sick was not nearly as bad as having all the loving words in the world to say and no way to say them.
"Ya know Magic 8 Ball...you're a really kind friend to me," Finland smiled sadly as he looked down at his now soggy cereal "You're always helpful, you're the best listener...I'm really very lucky to have met ya. And even more lucky that ya decided to stick around."
-The luck is mine.-
Finland shook his head "No Magic 8 Ball...I think you're wrong about that."
-My sources say 'm right.-
"Hey! Now you're just being silly!"
-Reply hazy. Ask again later.-
"Oh fine! Ya act funny like that and I'll give ya to the people who write horoscopes for the world newspaper."
-Not horoscopes. Those are drunk texts from Germany.-
"Really? Huh...and now suddenly it makes a lot more sense why my horoscopes recommend that I sleep naked in a pile of bratwursts."