"Sir! There's urgent news from the Eastern Front!"
Norway's head snapped up. "What is it?"
"Beilschmidt wanted to tell you himself, sir."
Damn that Prussian. Norway had been taking a perfectly good nap at his desk and then he was woken up abruptly for some "urgent" news. It had better be important.
Norway stood, stretched, made sure Normandy was still sleeping soundly, and went to the meeting tent.
One monitor was on; it showed an extremely nervous Prussia waiting for Norway.
"Hàlo."
"Norvay, please, you've got to stop him!"
"Who?"
"Schweden! He's going to fight Russia, and-"
"Slow down. What's happening?"
"Russia took Finland earlier today and Schweden is in a murderous rage!"
Norway cursed softly. "Get him in here right away."
Prussia moved away from the webcam. "He's already here."
Sweden was sitting in a chair with an old, Viking-style spear propped against one knee. He was sharpening it by hand, causing the sound of steel-on-stone to grate on Norway's ears.
"Sweden! What are you doing?"
"'M g'ing t' f'ght 'm." (I'm going to fight him.)
"You can't fight Russia!"
"Th' H'll I c'n't." It was not Sweden's words that disturbed Norway; it was the fact that he hadn't yet looked up from sharpening his spear. (The Hell I can't.)
"Sverige, listen to me! You won't win; Russia's too strong. He'll either take you captive, or he'll kill you. And neither would put you in a position to help Finland."
Sweden still didn't look up. "'E's m'w'fe. I w'd've d'ne th' s'me fer ya." (He's my wife. I would've done the same for you.)
Norway frowned at the reminder that he'd been married to this man -twice. Still, he couldn't allow Sweden to face Russia, as that would be a form of suicide.
"Sweden, Finland wouldn't want you to do this. He'd want you to fight on, bring your skills to the war in a useful way. He wouldn't want you to sacrifice yourself for his sake."
"N'rway, 'e's m'w'fe. 'M s'pp'sed t' t'ke c're 'f 'm." (Norway, he's my wife. I'm supposed to take care of him.)
"Damn it, Sve, look at me!"
Glaring ,Sweden looked up. "Wh't?"
Norway flinched slightly at his glare. "Look, I need you to stay on the front and continue fighting. The lines are barely holding as it is. If you left…" Norway shook his head. "We might as well surrender now."
Sweden set the spear aside. "You'll die."
"Death is an old friend, Berwald."
"I c'n't l't th't h'pp'n. I- I w'n't go." (I couldn't let that happen. I won't go. )
Norway smiled sadly. "I will make sure that Finland is liberated first."
"Ev'n b'f're yers'lf?" (Even before yourself?)
"We became very close during…well, we became very close. He is like a brother to me."
Sweden sighed and glanced away. "You b'tter w'n." (You better win.)
Norway chuckled. "I'll try."
A/N: I think the one-sided SuNor here is very clear.