AN: And there was much rejoicing. I decided to do another Tomato Box Fairytale. Mysterious guest, I hope you are happy! However, I'm not going to do Sweden's accent :( It's hard, and I would just make myself and everyone else confused. But since I'm telling the story from Sweden's perspective, I don't think it will matter. Thank you so much for your support!

"Um, I'm not quite sure I understand." His small hand went through his short light blonde hair. "Why would you tell me this now?" His violet eyes were trying very hard not to look up at me.

"I love you. When is the right time to say something like that?" I said awkwardly. I've never really been the best at speaking. I always seemed to mumble my words around, and hardly anyone could understand me. Finland did though. He was the only one who seemed to understand me even deeper than what I might say.

"But we have a meeting we have to go to!"

"I know. I know what I'm saying might be a bit weird, and I'm not expecting you to answer right away. Just please consider it." I stared at him until I saw him slightly nod his head.

I must have made things really awkward between us. I don't think Finland had ever considered being with me like that. I mean we were both men. I had realized a while go that I was a homosexual. I also knew I was only this way for him. That didn't mean Finland would be used to the idea, though.

I opened the door to Norway's house. It had been a while since we had a meeting between the Nordics. We were pretty close. Most of us gathered together because of the mutual dislike of a certain country.

"Ha ha! Took you guys a while! What were you guys doing just standing in front of the doorway like that? You weren't making out or something kinky like that, were you?" Denmark said a bit too loud.

Finland blushed beside me. I could feel him inch away from my side. I glared at Denmark. We hadn't ever really gotten along. I wouldn't forgive him if he ruined my chances by making Finland even more awkward.

"It's not like that," Finland managed to barely mutter out.

"Ha! Why are you blushing so much Finland? I was just teasing, but it looks like I really was right! I thought you were a good boy, Finland!"

"Shut up!" I growled. The place fell silent. I had been a bit angrier than I had intended to as always. I had to work on that more. I collected myself and tried again. "Finland said we're not like that. Just drop it." Hopefully he would take me seriously.

It looked like for once he would. Denmark held his hands out, motioning he would back off. Finland gave me a shy glance. It was sort of his way of telling me thank you. I looked away from everyone smiling to myself.

"How disappointing. We were really hoping for a fight."

The voice was from Iceland. He came into the room from one of the halls with his brother Norway.

"I bet Norway just wanted to see my awesome moves. I don't feel like beating up Sweden today, so you'll have to wait for some other time!" Denmark said.

"No fights," I said simply. I had seen the concerned look on Finland's face. He didn't like it when I fought others.

"I just wanted to see Sweden kick your ass again. It doesn't seem like a true Nordic meeting without Denmark losing horribly. I don't think you've ever won against Sweden despite all of the fights you've picked with him," Norway, our host, said. His face was expressionless but I could tell that he took pleasure in watching Denmark suffer.

"Wow, Nor. That was kind of harsh, but I know that's just your way of saying how much you admire my ability to never give up when the going gets tough," Denmark said. He still had no clue.

There was something different about the atmosphere today. Norway usually had magical creatures floating around him. He had his usual green troll that was giving Denmark even worse death glares than I could manage. Floating by the troll's side was something I hadn't seen before. It looked like a pink fairy in a bunny outfit. That was odd. She didn't pay much attention to us. She was engrossed in a piece of paper held in her hands.

"Oh, isn't she cute! I don't think I've met you before. What's your name, little miss?" Finland said to the little fairy.

"Finland I don't think it's a very good idea to talk to…" Norway started but was interrupted by the fairy's sweet little voice.

"Well, I guess I'm a flying tomato box bunny-fairy!" she said, moving her eyes from her paper to Finland. I was always amazed by how easily he could make friends, which was like the complete opposite of what I would do. His face was so happy and inviting, and mine just made people want to hide.

"That's…an interesting name." That really meant something if it was coming from Finland. "What are you looking at?"

"Oh, this? It's my treasure!" the little fairy said with a smile on her face.

"I could tell it was something special! Can I have a look at it?" Finland said. The little fairy hesitated for a moment. She looked to the troll, and he gave her a slight nod. She delicately handed the paper over to him.

Finland looked at the picture. For some reason, he held his breath. He became red from the base of his neck to the crown of his head. When he opened his mouth, all he could manage was short awkward breaths.

I wrenched the paper from his fingertips. Just what could be on it to make Finland react this way?

I instantly didn't like what I saw. It was a picture of England. He was naked except for a small black apron. His body seemed to be covered in something like tomatoes. Finland had seen something like this?

"Ah, Swe-," Finland finally managed to say, but it was too late.

It wasn't my proudest moment, I admit. It was somewhat reminiscent of my Viking days. I had an awful habit of stealing away treasures. I was somehow jealous of the picture. I didn't want Finland to have seen something like that. I tried to erase it from existence.

The shreds of the picture landed in a pile on the little table in Norway's living room. Everybody was staring at me as if they couldn't believe what I had just done.

"My…treasure…" The little fairy was aghast.

"Sweden, how could you! At least say you're sorry!" Finland said.

I had done something bad again. Finland was upset with me. "Sorry," I mumbled out.

"SORRY! A SIMPLE SORRY ISN'T GOING TO FUCKING DO IT! YOU WILL PAY!"

That was odd. Her character had changed so dramatically. My vision was going red. I rubbed at my eyes from behind my glasses, but nothing changed. What was going on?

"Oh shit, Sweden! Of all the people to piss off with your god damn scary face it had to be her?" Denmark said. Iceland and Norway had reacted similarly, trying to get out of the little fairy's way.

"OMATAY YATOMA XINOB, I CURSE THEE!" she shouted as loud as her little voice would allow.

I was completely surrounded in dark red. It was so heavy. I felt like I was going to be dragged through the floor. The last think I heard before the dark red made everything completely black was the sound of sweet little Finland calling out my name. I fought hard against it. I didn't want to leave him.