-Deh Line This Time Is Brought To You In Part By Lovi and Feli's Tomato-Pasta! Restaurant-
As you lifted your hand, you realized what it was, you blanched, until you remembered that you had his blessing. So, uh...Flashback time?
-Oh, look, now Lovino's beating Italy on the head with a frying pan...I'll let Hungary and Prussia deal with it. *speeds off like the lazy ass that I am when I don't want to do something*-
House of The Nordic Five Sweden's Point of View
I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. I supposed that I had to tell Finland and Sealand the truth. As I walked downstairs, I could see Sealand being chased by a stupid Dane with an axe. "Denmark, be careful. It's dangerous to run around the house with an axe, you could get hurt, or worse, you could break something."
Denmark feigned a hurt face. "Awwww, you care about some dumb, old furniture more than me." And then Norway dropped an expensive vase on his head. "Exactly, now clean this up in less then 10 seconds and I won't choke you with your tie again." Denmark blanched, then rapidly ran throughout the house to find a place to throw the glass away.
Panting, he went back to the Norwegian. "I, did it, and, you can't choke me, so, ha!" But then Norway choked him. Again. "Hey! That's not fair! You promised I wouldn't get choked-"
"-By your own tie, I just simply used my own tie to choke you." He explained as he adjusted it back around his collar. Somewhere around that time Sealand and Finland came out of the kitchen with breakfast. I decided to tell the two after that.
After breakfast, I cleared my throat. Everyone at the table peered at me with curious eyes. "Finland, I know that I've been saying that you're my wife, but you're not, you're-" The Finnish country smiled at me. "Well of course I'm not! I'm a guy! Guys can't be wives-"
"You're my daughter." I interrupted, to finish my sentence. Silence reigned in the dining room. I stared out the glass wall at the beaming rays of sunlight as I sighed.Three...Two...One....Standing up from his chair, Finland slammed his hands on the dining table and, feeling brave, leaned forward. "What the?...You can't be serious! I'm not even a girl! At the least, I could be your son or something!"
My stoic face showed that I wasn't joking. "I am serious. Also," I inclined my head right to face Sealand, "-Sealand, Finland is your older sister now." Sealand was soaking up the information with widened eyes. Then he whipped his head to his right. "Onee-chan, Onee-chan!*" Finland, supposedly gave up as he accepted it and got a tackle-hug from his now, younger brother.
~Another Flashback (come on, I'm on a roll here!)~
(Name) sighed as he read the piece of paper for the meeting's whereabouts. And then checked his watch. Obviously late, and for about 10 minutes at that. Honestly, how long was Berwald** going to take? Sweden was supposed to be a punctual country, on time and perfect in every way. That didn't go well when they found out that he was the type to swing both ways. (XD - I don't know why I'm laughing...)
"(Name), I see that you're early." He greeted him as he passed by in a green, detective's trenchcoat and his trademark glasses. A tickmark appeared on (Name)'s face. Early, huh? "You do know that it is 9:00 right? You simply requested to meet at 8:50, sharp, and then proceeded to berate me if I didn't make it in time. But did you believe me when I said that you yourself could be a hypocrite? But nooooo...you just ranted on about my tardiness that would happen somehow." Unbeknownest to (Name), Sweden had tuned him out.
(Name) (Last), the personification of (Country), would always go on an exaggerative rant with words that would make Estonia or even Austria dumbfounded. Eh, blame the laziness that had hidden all that genius talent. Which was why, - Sweden smirked - (Name) was the perfect candidate for his daughter. (XD - Okay, this time I know why I'm laughing) "(Name)." Berwald calmly called. Stopping the rant, (Name) looked at the other country with curious eyes.
One or two deep breaths later, Sweden decided to blurt it out. "I want you to date, and/or marry my daughter." The alley was already quiet, but now, it was awkward, as tension filled the gap of silence. "...WHAT?!"
-We now bring you to a Hungary, Prussia, and Grandpa Rome trying to yank the frying pan out of Romano's hand, it's a tug of war match, as Romano threatens Italy to help him get the frying pan back just so he can hit him again-
Transition ~ (Name)'s/Male!Reader's Point Of View
I smirked, as I thought of my reaction to what Sweden had told me, refusing over and over, until he replied that his "daughter" was Finland. So he knew about my crush on him too, huh? As I stood from my now, lonesome chair, which appeared to be frowning at me. Stupid fairy magic, I thought as I cursed England for that potion that he made me drink. Now you'll know that I'm not crazy, (Name)! You'll see!
I still think that he's a crazy, old man, though. I handed Tino*** back his hat as he shyly followed America. Said American turned his head towards me with a mischievious grin. Dammit, he knew about that crush too, didn't he? Sighing, I followed suit, sitting beside Finland as the door closed on us, possibly sealing my fate.
Even more silenced ensued as the heat finally got to me. Was it really this hot? Damn America must've forgotten to pay off the electricity bill, yeah, that was it, damn A/C must've been shut off. Oh, how in denial I was.
-The tug of war has been resolved, as Romano and Feliciano have some of Hungary's tasty pasta while Rome goes to bother Germania-
Change of Point of View: Now Second Person
"Uhm, (Name)? Are you asleep?" Startled, you flinched as you took a deep breath. "Tino! Don't scare me like that! I have anxiety problems you know!" Worried, Finland wiped your face with his hankerchief. Hanging out with Japan gave you an otaku sense, and it was kicking off right now. Don't freak out, don't freak out.
The hankerchief was practically brimming with Tino's scent. Oh shit. Mind readers everywhere were going to have a field day with this. Namely England. And sometimes Norway, when he was bored, bored from choking Denmark and making Iceland call him "Onii-chan."****
-Outside The Closet-
Sweden, Norway, Denmark, and Iceland, now the Nordic 4, leaned against the doorway to their sibling's - or daughter's -possible future as they spoke in body language and whispers. "Do you hear any moans?" Denmark. "You idiot, Finland's too pure for that, and (Name)'s not that kind of guy. Idiot." Norway. Now choking Denmark. Again.
"Even if he did do that, I would kill him first." Sweden. "Oi, oi, should we even be intruding on this, I mean everyone else isn't listening, right?" Iceland. At the sound of that, everybody's heads turned away from the four. Sweden sighed. "I suppose so, but if I hear anything suspicious, I'm going to break the door down." And with that, the Nordics backed away from the closet.
-And now back into the closet-
As the Finnish man (woman? /shot)was no longer wiping your face with that blasted 'kerchief of his, you quietly let out a deep breath, as you unconciously leaned on Finland. Squeaking, he looked up at you as you started to doze off. (N-Name), what are you doing? - Sweden's ear twitched - Waking up, you replied, "I thought you wouldn't mind if I slept on your shoulder."
Sighing, Finland resigned. "Then sleep on my lap, it would be more comfortable this way." - Sweden let out a breath of relief as he sighed. - Blushing madly in the dark, no doubt Finland was too, if he ever felt the same way, that was, you fell face first, adjusting so that you would get comfortable as he leaned against the wall of the now really, really, small closet.
After what seemed like hours, but were mere minutes, because America was asked by Sweden to do this game, Finland started to brush your hair out of your eyes, and leaned down, brushing his lips against your cheek. "Minä rakastan sinua*****, (Name). Smiling, you finally fell into a deep sleep as Tino did as well. After hearing everything, the countries decided to let the party go on.
Sweden and Sealand, who was playing with Wy and Seychelles, gave each other mischevious grins as if they were reading each other's minds, which were filled with plots of romantic, cheesy stuff, and such, which they both knew Finland would like, and (Name) wouldn't mind. America would throw the bachelor party for (Name), and Hungary and the girls would whisk Tino away for a white tuxedo, and "a little" flowers sneakily placed into his hair for the wedding.
It was all going to be perfect in that one, big, happy family.
*Since I'm back after a while, I decided to make this one extra long*
Extended Ending~
Taking deep breaths, (Name) adjusted his bowtie, as his soon-to-be brother-in-law -now taller, after England gave him some new land -leaned against the doorway as he gave him a fierce look. "You better take care of my sister, you hear me?" (Name) turned around, wearing a casual smile. "Would Sweden have picked me if I wouldn't?" He replied.
-I don't know why, but unconciously I change from First Person, to Second Person, and then to Third Person, weird.-
As you made your way to the end of the aisle, where the American priest was, the Englishman started to play the organ as the Frenchman cried into his 'kerchief while tears stained his dress, making the Englishman mutter, "Bloody frog...Women's clothes are out of fashion now, you just said that as an excuse to wear them anyway though, huh?"
Your father-in-law, in all of his blue tuxedo glory, with his glasses tucked in his pocket, walked your soon-to-be wife, who was in a pure white tuxedo. But this time, he didn't mind being somebody's wife. Just as long as he was yours, he'd be alright. After Sweden made it to his seat, you leaned forward slightly. "You look beautiful." Blushing, Finland replied, "You too, I mean, you look, handsome I mean!"
Chuckling as America recited the words, saying your "I do"s you prepared yourself for the exchange of rings. "And will the ringbearer come forth, please." And so Sealand marched proudly with the pillow that the rings rested on. "Good luck, (Name). Not that you don't, need it though."
"You may now kiss the bride, er, groom, uh, I mean," Freaking out, he whispered, "Artie! Come help me!" Rolling his eyes, England muttered, "Just kiss all ready, you two bloody lovebirds." As the two of you did, and everything was perfect, until your wife muttered those three words. "(Name), I want kids."
A record scratched, thanks to America's portable DJ record for party music. Uh, were Male!Pregnancies available, or, were the two of you going to adopt a country, and/or micronation? And to think, that you thought your anxiety problems were all gone!
*Onee-chan! - Big Sister,
**Berwald Oxenstierna - Sweden. Now your father. "(Name), I am your father."
***Tino Väinämöinen - Finland. Who is your wife. Don't ask [about the kids part if you read
the extended ending].
****Onii-chan - Big Brother
*****Minä rakastan sinua - Meaning, 'I love you' in Finnish.