"Hey! You've reached a Sir Roman Empire, how can I make your life better today?"

"It's me, Sweden."

"Sweden my friend! The romantic martyr under a spell just like a fairy tale or something, how are you?"

"Finland just kissed me."

"Oh yeah! I saw that! I watched it right here on my dead-person camera that shows me everything that everyone alive is doing. Way to go! Great set up with the rainbow fountain, it was a very romantic. I'll have to call my grandson later and give him the advice to try that on Germany, the posters he made a while back did not work so well."

"Why didn't the spell break?"

"Yeah, yeah about that. So, it's like this my friend, let me tell you about it…

So when he a kissed you he was a dreaming, yes?"

"Yah."

"Well uh see, that's the problem. You can't just have him a kiss you when you're in the dream world looking all a like your sexy self…you have to get him to kiss you in the real world when you're looking like a…like a…"

"Like a Magic 8 Ball?"

"Yeah, when you're looking a little less than sexy, yes."

"Why?"

"It's because it needs to be a kiss of a true love, you know? Finland has to want to kiss you because of your personality and what you are on the inside, you know what I'm saying? So subconscious steamy kissing fantasies, that's like a great, but it's not going to break the spell."

"..."

"Yeah I know, it's not how I would set it up either. If these things were up to me I would say to Finland 'Good job kissing the sexy man, here's your fiancé back, now go make love together in a giant pile of pasta or something.'"

"..."

"But I'm not the rule maker. I just sit here in dead people land and try to help out people with your kind of problems the best I can while strumming my stringed instrument and wishing there were more attractive deceased women for me to hook up with."

"So last night...didn't accomplish anything..."

"Hey no! I wouldn't say that. You may not have broken the curse but you did make Finland extremely happy. I mean look at him."

Outside the sphere-shaped prison Sweden could see Finland rolling around in his bed while hugging a large pillow and singing "I...saw myself kissing someone beautiful...by the rainbow fountain late last night..." to the tune of "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus".

Cute...

"That's a good point," Sweden conceded "I do love seeing m' wife happy. But how am I supposed to make him happy like this? I look ridiculous."

"No you- well, actually…yes. To be honest you do look a pretty ridiculous. But that doesn't a mean you can't make Finland happy or do something romantic for him."

"Who would want an 8 Ball to do something romantic for them?"

"Hey! Hey now don't be so pessimistic. Wouldn't you love Finland if he suddenly turned into a Magic 8 Ball?"

"Of course. I'd love Finland no matter what. He's m' wife…almost…"

"So what makes you think he's any different? True love comes from the soul my friend. If you can show him the pure love in your heart, then he will love you no matter how ridiculous you look. That's how true love works!"

"Is it?"

"Actually, I don't really know. I'm a Sir Roman Empire! I never had time for true love, I was a too busy getting busy. So many women always wanted me out of my clothes and into their bed sheets that eventually I just started wearing a bed sheet all the time and called it a toga!"

"…"

"But anyways, yes. So you can either work the personality angle or hope that Finland develops a kinky fetish for fortune telling devices, whatever gets you kissed my friend. Farewell!"