Anon sent in a prompt: "You're Satan."

Sweden didn't think twice before opening Finland's back door. He was the only one allowed to enter without calling first, or even knocking. This time, however, he had come invited. Finland had texted him with the promise of freshly baked cookies. Sweden, naturally, had hurried over to his wife's house at once.

"Tino?"

No response. Sweden checked the oven. Inside, there was a tray of cookies busy getting gold and crispy. He didn't dare touch them. "Tino?"

There was a note on the kitchen table. Before Sweden could even consider not reading it, he had caught sight of the words.

Let's play hide and seek, da? I hide your dog, and you seek.

"Hanatamago?" Strange. Normally, the small dog would have greeted him already by now. "Tino?"

Sweden's phone buzzed. The ringtone told him it was a text from Finland.

I'm at Russia's. Will be back soon. Don't worry about the cookies.

Sweden froze when it all fell into place. Russia had kidnapped Hanatamago to lure Finland to his house. Finland was walking right into a trap.

Sweden tried calling his phone but got no response. There was only one thing left to do. "I'm com'ng for ye."

Sweden approached Russia's house with caution before deciding to just barge in. This was his wife, after all. When it came to protecting Finland, he allowed himself to use more urgent measures. "Russia!" He called.

Silence.

Sweden noticed a splash of red on the kitchen floor. He looked at it closer.

Blood?

"Tino?" he called, panic now really rising. If anything had happened to his wife, he'd fetch Denmark's ax and then he would show Russia why people were afraid of Vikings.

There was more blood in the hallway and all the way to the living room. He peeked around the corner, spotting Finland sitting on the floor, petting Hanatamago. "Tino?"

Finland looked up. "Oh, hey!"

"Are you alright?"

"Sure!" He picked up Hanatamago and stood up. That's when Sweden saw the blood on his clothes.

"Tino, are ye hurt?" He walked closer.

"Huh?" Only now did Finland seem to notice the blood himself. "Oh, don't worry. It's not mine. Russia thought it was fun to hide Hanatamago, but we didn't think so, right Hana?"

The dog barked happily.

"Where's Russia now?" Sweden asked. If that was Russia's blood, then what in the world had happened here?

"I've put him to sleep somewhere. He had it coming, didn't he, Hana?"

"What'd ye do?"

"Oh, nothing much. Broke a leg, let his organs catch some air, nothing serious." He cuddled the ignorant dog in his arms.

"I've married Satan," Sweden whispered.

"What was that?"

"Ah, I… The cookies."

"You're right, those must be done by now! Let's go, I'll make us some coffee." Finland casually strolled out the front door.

Sweden watched him and heard him hum a tune. "You're Satan."