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[. Buying Family .]
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Sverige = Swedish (& Norwegian) for Sweden.
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Of all the things Norway expected Sweden to tell him that day when he opened his front door, the words "you're an uncle now" wasn't one of them.
"Come again?"
"Bought a kid, so you're an uncle now. His name is Sealand. I think he's England's younger brother?"
Norway took a deep breath and by some miracle resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands.
"Sverige. How and why?"
Sweden had the audacity to look confused at the question.
"I've always wanted kids," Sweden answered with a shrug. "Saw the ad by chance, but figured this was a good opportunity."
"Sverige. That's clearly not 'accidentally' buying a child, and you don't just go and buy kids from the internet!"
"It's not that bad. We're nations, Sealand put out the ad himself, and England has only threatened to kill me thrice so far."
"That's… That's really not the point," Norway groaned and began to try to massage the incoming headache away.
Though Norway supposed this also explained why he suddenly had 13 missed calls from England.
"What did Finland even say about this?"
"Said he was fine with it as long as he got to be the dad, which I agreed with."
"Right," Norway sighed while he cursed Finland's love for children. Of course Finland wouldn't notice the idiocy of the situation – he could be just as bad as Sweden when it came to children.
"Mm, so I'll be the mama."
"Righ- Wait. What?"
"Finland is dad, so I'll be the mama. Or mum, haven't decided what I like best yet."
A small part of Norway badly wanted to sit down Sweden and explain to him that there could be two dads when there were more than one man in the family. That "dad/papa" and "mum/mama" weren't the titles two parents automatically got no matter their genders. However, a much bigger part of Norway didn't have the energy for it at all. He also figured it wasn't the most pressing issue at hand anyway. (Aka. Norway decided to leave that particular headache to Finland.)
"Okay. Right. Have you even talked to Sealand yet?"
"Mm, he sounded excited to meet me. I'm supposed to meet up with him and England tomorrow morning."
"Then what, pray tell, is the reason you're standing outside my door-" Norway began while he glanced at his wristwatch, "-in the middle of the night at 23:38?"
[23:38 = 11:38pm].
"Ran out of ink for the printer. Can I borrow yours to print out the adoption papers?"
Norway blinked once, twice… Then did the only sensible thing left in his mind and slammed the front door in Sweden's face before he walked back inside to get some sleep. If you asked Norway there was no amount of coffee in the world which gave him enough energy to deal with the idiocy of his family.
"Who was it?" Iceland asked sleepily from the sofa as Norway walked past the living room on his way to the stairs.
"It was Sweden. Congratulations, Iceland. You're an uncle now."
"What?"
"Please don't ask."
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[. The End .]
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[A/N: I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not. I had way too much fun writing this.] xD
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