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Finland left to run some errands that day, leaving the Magic 8 Ball free to plan out their next fantastic evening in the romantic setting of Sweden's soulscape. Finland had mentioned to Sweden before he left that he'd really enjoy it if the "mysterious snuggly stranger" would take him on a tour of the wondrous world he'd wandered into.

Hmm...Sweden couldn't get the monitor working again. And he knew he couldn't talk in the soulscape setting. There was no way he could give Finland a guided tour.

...but he could summon up someone else to do the talk-through for him.

It was time for...

THE INTERNATIONAL TOUR GUIDE AUDITION COMPETITION!

"Dude! This really cool tour comes with bucketloads of free ice cream and chocolate dipped cheeseburgers!"

Sorry America, Finland's blood glucose levels were still recovering from the sugar cookie storm back during December. Sweden wanted to make this a night worth dying for, but not a night that would leave Finland actually dead.

"You arrived at the tour ten milliseconds late! You must now do 80 laps in an Olympic-sized pool filled with beer and then jump through eighty rings of fire."

While swimming did sound like a fun idea, the only flame Sweden wanted to light that night was the affectionate fire of love and affection. No go Germany.

"All you need is some candlelight and fine wine, then you and your lover can paint this laser-lined sky a new type of rainbow with every brushstroke of breathless lovemaking…"

Forget it France. Save that kind of talk for England. Huh, England…maybe he would be a good tour guide.

"Now please excuse me while I briefly interrupt this tour to colonize everything here that doesn't already have my flag on it."

…Maybe not.

"Here is a blue icosahedra surrounded by a cloud of lovely butterflies. Oh don't mind the baby turtle swarm. They love me! I'm the Turtle God! Here, let me give you this t-shirt about the time our king told Hugo Chavez to shut up. Want to see some baby pictures of Chibi Romano?"

Baby turtles did have the cuteness appeal. He almost chose Spain solely for the opportunity to see Finland with baby turtles climbing all over him. But what if Romano learned that Spain was showing his baby pictures to people and then interrupted the tour with a swearing fit? That'd be a mood killer. Sweden would just have to keep searching.

WINNER TO BE REVEALED NEXT CHAPTER!

"…and that's when I had to start locking up all of mochi-Italy's food in a bulletproof safe to keep mochi-America from squirting it with this dreadful combination of neon-blue frosting and ketchup," Estonia explained as he and Finland sat at a picnic table sipping ice cold glasses of kali.

"That's a crazy story!" Finland responded before taking another sip of his drink.

"I guess. Anyways, anything crazy happening to you Finland?"

"Ah, well…" blush lines blossomed across Finland's face "I did have this wonderful dream lest night."

Estonia blinked "So…who did you meet is this wonderful dream?"

"Oh he was this most spectacular guy…"

"He", "guy" …right. Well this didn't really surprise Estonia all that much. He'd had an inkling that Finland's sexual orientation was a bit special after seeing the horror flick Finny produced featuring the horde of running naked Santas.

"Also, this morning I learned that the "horoscopes" in the world newspaper are actually printed versions of drunk texts from Germany."

"How did you learn that?"

"My Magic 8 Ball friend told me this morning at breakfast. Crazy yah?"

"Umm…very…" Estonia frowned. Magic 8 Ball? Like the one Estonia had found on Finland's doorstep in December?

Come to think of it, Estonia had found it a little odd that Finland's first response upon seeing the toy was to throw it.

Making friends with an inanimate toy was more than a little odd. Maybe he should ask around and see if anyone else had noticed that Finland was a bit out-of-sorts recently.