Chapter 10

~Year 2007

Hanging up all of the laundry can be pretty tiring, especially if you don't get any help. I'm standing here, completely alone. Stockholm is taking care of some documents that she needs to sign and Fin is out doing something.

I hear something run, getting closer and closer to me.

"Su-san, Su-san, look at this! I found this puppy in the backyard." Of course it's Fin. Ever since he became a free country, he's always doing something. One second he's here, the other he's gone.

"I tried to find his parents or master, but couldn't find them..." He says, showing me a mop of white hair. After first glance, I think he's trying to joke with me, since is doesn't look anything like a dog, but then I realize that he's not. It's actually a dog. I bet you that if I answer him, he'll want to keep it.

"...ok." I say, just so that he knows that I'm listening. Unlike Stockholm, he doesn't understand that if I grunt at him, it means that I'm listening.

"WOW! We can keep him!" See, what did I say.

"So he needs a name." I know, I know, it's obvious, but sometimes Fin forgets these things.

"Yes, name! We have to name him! Well, we have to give him a cute one! Hmm... My image from his looks is... How about 'Go for it! Bomber!'?" I can't help but frown. He calls that cute?

"I-I'm just kidding! It doesn't match his cute looks... too cool for him, isn't it!? Uh... yes! How about 'Bloody Hanatamago'? 'Bloody Hanatamago'!" I frown even more than before. His ideas for names at terrible!

"Oh, don't you think it's cute? So... 'Cheese Castle'! 'Struggling Boy'! 'Mokko-chan'! 'Salmijiro'! P...Pylory! 'Pylory-chan'!" Ok, that's it for me.

"Uh... I... will name him later..." I say, just to keep Fin from making up more names.

After some time of talking, we compromised on Hanatamago. It's the best among the names Fin came up with...

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~Year 2008

I'm sitting in front of my computer, looking at an auction. It's not an auction with paintings or vases, since what's being sold is a micronation. His name is Sealand - or Peter Kirkland - , and apparently he's England's little brother. They have the same eyebrows.

So if you're wondering what I'm doing on an auction like this, it's because Fin said he wanted children. I-it's not like I'm doing this because he wants to! I-I just thought that it'd be nice with some company, whilst the other's are away, doing their own business. Or at least, that's what I'm trying to convince myself.

I've noticed that I've started getting closer to Fin - physically*. Once, Stockholm actually came up to me, and said that I'm getting clingy when it comes to Fin. She seems to be up to something.

Anyway, I'm going to bid on Peter. So far there's no one who's bid on him, so I might get lucky. Though, whenever I want something, it always ends up in the hands of Ivan, or Mathias.

I hope it doesn't happen again. I've had enough of Ivan and his submarines*. He always shows up when you least expect it.

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~Year 2008, November 24

I succeeded in winning the auction, if you wonder. But that's not what bothers me. The thing that bothers me is that I'm maybe sick. Every time I think about Fin, my heart skips, and I feel kinda warm. Must be a fever. It can't be anything else, can it?

Though, every time I think about him, I think about how cute he looks with his smile, violet eyes, blonde hair, kinda plump hips and-! Just what am I thinking about! We're friends, nothing else! If I want this friendship to last, I gotta start forgetting about my feelings for him! I gotta try to think of it as something else than what I feel.

'I'm usually good at doing this, so why can't I do this now?'

"Papa, I'm hungry!" I'm back to reality, thanks to Peter.

"I'm coming!" I shout back at him.

'Just forget about your feelings, and move on with your life, Berwald!'

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Yeah, Berwald, forget your feelings. You absolutely don't love him. *sarcastic tone*

Hey everyone! Things are starting to heat up, right? I'm gonna try to wrap this up sooner or later. Knowing me, it'll probably be later.

About the physical thing Sweden thought about, it's actually pretty simple. If a Swedish person takes a liking to you - this means me as well - that person will get closer and closer to you, finally hugging you like, two times per hour. If we really like a person, we can be rather clingy.

And about Ivan and his submarines, 1981, in Karlskrona - a Swedish city - a submarine stranded. The submarine was Russian, and the people aboard it, said that they navigated wrong. No one really believed them.

Anyway, thanks for reading! ( ^ω^ )