Prompt: 'You know me, I'm impulsive'

Winter in northern Europe was never an easy experience. Snow fell fast and furious, smothering everything in white until entire countries came to a standstill, trapped under nature's frigid blanket. Finland was fond of winter, but not when he had to shovel two feet of fresh snowfall away from his door every morning.

'Door,' he called out, hearing the bell go. Sealand scrambled to answer it. He returned a moment later clutching several parcels and a stack of letters.

'Postbox's frozen up,' he explained, handing the letters to Finland. 'But look, it's the new game Dad said he wasn't getting me for Christmas!' Finland made a noise of pretending to be interested, flicking through the post. Bills, Christmas cards from other nations, a letter from the government about wind power- they were always droning on about wind power these days. After a moment he sighed, tossing them all onto the coffee table.

'What's the date?' Sealand checked his phone.

'Eighteenth of December,' he replied promptly. 'Why?'

'Oh, nothing.' said Finland, smiling down at him. 'Just wanted to check something.' He slipped a pamphlet from the discarded pile of mail and went to find Sweden. He was in his workshop, face half-covered by a scarf and hands protected with skintight gloves. The beginnings of a new chair were taking place on the bench.

'Ruotsi,' he greeted him. Sweden stood up and pulled the scarf away so he could give Finland a peck on the cheek. 'How's the chair coming along.'

'Oh, y'know,' He waved a hand behind him. 'Fine when I get started.'

'Good. That's good.' Finland stayed there for a moment, absorbed in the sweep of Sweden's hair over his forehead. His eyes were so blue, so deep, like the bottom of the ocean-

'Fin?'

'Hmm?'

'Was there something you needed?' Finland laughed, holding up the paper in his hands.

'Yes, I forgot. But it's very cold here, and this came in the post. Would you be interested?' Sweden took the leaflet from him and examined it, a slow smile crinkling his face.

'I never thought you'd want to visit the Maldives, Tino. Especially at Christmas, too.' He shrugged.

'Sometimes it's good to have a change. So, do you fancy it?' Sweden chuckled, shaking his head.

'You know me, I'm impulsive. Let's do it.' He bent his head for a kiss, but Finland edged away.

'Packing first,' he admonished. 'Then kiss.' Sweden rolled his eyes.

'You can tell Sealand then, and deal with the excitement explosion yourself.'

That Christmas was a strange one, admittedly- but warm.