Hey guys, I'm back! So this time I decided to do one with Finland so here you go! Taken from the comic, "Computer Technician."

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the SATW comics.

Finland slammed his bottle of vodka down on the desk as he plopped down on the chair next to his computer. He absent mindedly turned on the screen and opened a game of angry birds. He wasn't able to shoot the birds for long though, as only five minutes into his game the screen froze. Finland tried shaking the mouse a bit but it stayed frozen on the screen. As he got more frustrated, he started to bang the mouse on the desk and in his frenzy he had knocked the bottle of vodka over.

Finland stopped to gaze longingly at his spilled beverage as it was now a dark puddle on the white carpet. Sweden won't be too happy about this, he thought. Thinking about the Swede made him angry though for some reason and Finland glared back at the frozen game of angry birds only to find that the screen had went black. He frantically grabbed the mouse and hovered it around the desktop but it was no use. The computer had completely shut off.

Now, more frustrated as ever, Finland grabbed the mouse and threw it against the wall. He breathed heavily as he watched the mouse break in half as it hit the wall. Not yet satisfied, Finland reached for the keyboard and started to hit it against the computer, each time creating a bigger dent.

Meanwhile, in the other room...

Sweden sat on the couch with his usual stoic expression on while reading a book. Usually, around this time of day, he would be doing something with Finland but the Finn had seemed a little off today so Sweden decided it would be best to keep a distance from him. He shuttered as he thought about that morning's events.

The house was quiet making it very good for reading. The only thing Sweden heard was the sound of flipping pages and he hoped it would stay that way. But, despite his wishes, Sweden started to hear some light banging coming from the other room. He figured it was probably just Finland fumbling around for something so he ignored it at first. Sweden then looked up from his book, startled, when he heard a glass shatter. Before he could process what was happening a loud bang echoed off the wall and he could hear crashing noises.

Sweden slowly put his book down and stood up from the couch. He decided to go have a look at what Finland was up to. Sweden walked over to the doorway and peeked inside the room. He watched shockingly as Finland, with a look of madness on his face, slammed the keyboard repeatedly into the computer. The computer screen was almost shattered and he caught a glimpse of a broken half of a mouse on the floor. His eyes then shifted to the vodka bottle on the floor, now a heap of broken glass, and it's contents covering the white carpeting. Since when did Finland drink vodka so casually? He usually saved it for special occasions. He then suddenly looked back to Finland as the psychotic nation had pulled a butcher's knife out of nowhere and was now stabbing the broken computer monitor.

Sweden cautiously walked over to the Finn, carefully stepping over the wet carpet and pieces of glass. Noticing Sweden's presence, Finland's hand froze middair and he looked over menacingly at the Swede.

"Are you done?" Sweden asked with irritation. He was confused though as Finland usually just simply asked him for computer assistance. It wasn't like him to get this frustrated. Something was definitely off about him today.

Sweden watched as Finland slowly lowered his hand containing the knife, a deathly glared still on his face.

Sweden sighed, "You usually just ask me for help, what's wrong with you today?" Finland watched with resentment as Sweden almost magically fixed the near totalled computer.

"Just call me next time this happens." Sweden then carefully made his way over the spilled vodka again and headed towards the door. "And please, clean up that mess. I don't like a dirty carpet."

Finland stared at him with horror as the Swede left the room. When had Sweden become so careful with keeping the house clean? He then sighed angrily as he looked back at the now perfectly fixed computer sitting at his desk. Damn Swedish computer geeks.

"Perkele."

I hope you liked it, and at the end I hinted a little to Sweden's swapped personality which I'll hopefully do next chapter :) But until then, goodbye and please R&R!