"I wish I was a Nordic. They always hang out and they're like a family! Lithuania is always with Poland and Latvia is no fun."
I hate it when he acts like this.
"But Estonia, you have me!"
He smiled at me and hugged me closer.
"You're right. Besides, we can still hang out with Finland and Sweden."
Finland and Sweden are a nice couple to be with, that's true.
"We are the cuter couple!"
What, it's true.
"Estonia, don't worry about not being a Nordic. The Baltics aren't so bad. The Nordics are weird anyway. Up there in Scandinavia."
I really just want Estonia to feel better.
"And besides, if you were a Nordic maybe we wouldn't be together! That would be horrible."
He laughed softly.
"I love you, Ukraine."
"I love you too, you Nordic obsessed fool."
I kissed him on his nose and smiled.
"You'll always be my Estonia, whether or not you're a Nordic or a Baltic."
I leaned in and whispered in his ear.
"If I hear the word 'Nordic' for the next week when we're on vacation, you won't see my breasts for a month."
He immediately stiffened.
"Ukraine! You know I'm not with you for that!"
"Oh, I know. But they're a plus."
Estonia chuckled and turned to face me directly before getting closer.
"Nordic."
Oh, Estonia. He can be such an idiot at times.