Just Perfect

14.10

"Hmm?"

14.10

"Hmm..."

Finland was confused. Those digits flashing up on the small screen, what were they supposed to mean? He stared and shifted his feet, watching the numbers move. They were not right... at least he hoped they were not correct. Surely he hadn't broken the new machine already. He slapped his forehead when he remembered where he had picked his new scaled from. They were UK scales, meaning they used that silly UK weight system. Stones and pounds, it made no sense to inland as he pressed buttons on his new bathroom scales to reset the measuring system. Pounds were the currency used in the UK, not weight. He grumbled under his breath, not wanting to accept the real reason for his unease.

The last scales he'd used had not been friendly. He was not overly worried about his weight, he just needed an accurate reading. Yes, he had eaten a few bars of chocolate over the course of 2 weeks, but not that much. Just some at Denmark's party. And the world meeting. And at home. And after taking Hanatamago out for a walk the other day. And at Iceland's home. But he hadn't "pigged out" as America would say. Plus he had been out for walks, so it shouldn't be that-

93.5

"Oh... perkele... just perfect," Finland breathed as he re-read those flashing digits. No. No way. That couldn't be possible. These new scales must be wrong, surely. He stepped off, waited for the light to disappear then stepped back on.

93.5

"Again? No, no, no," he huffed, getting off the small white machine once more. He gave himself a shake, cursing British designs and telling himself to buy IKEA next time. He got back on and sucked in a breath.

93.7

"What?!" he shouted. He clenched his fists as his determination grew. "Oh no scales, there is no way you'll get the better of me!"

"Fin? What are ya doing?

Finland was balanced on one leg, naked with scissors in hand, poised to cut his blond locks. A look of grim determination was plastered across his face. Sweden had walked in trying to find Hanatamgo for her daily walk, but inside had stumbled across this strange sight. Finland didn't take his eyes off the scales as he released the breath he was holding and grumbled.

"I'm dropping the weight," he replied curtly, narrowing his eyes at the scales as he wobbled. "I'm getting there, one way or another."

"Fin that's not gonna work," Sweden said, unable to stop the small smile spreading at the sight of his cute lover. "Besides, you don't need to lose any weight, you look fine."

"Do not," Finland snapped, switching legs. "These scales are lying anyway." He pulled a few strands of hair to the side, ready to cut.

Sweden sighed and strode forward, taking the scissors from his lover's hand. His other arm encircled Fin's waist and pulled him off the scales, despite the smaller nation's protests.

"Sve! What are you doing?"

"Fin, you're standing naked on the scales trying to cut your hair to make your weight go down," Sweden said, raising an eyebrow at Finland's outburst.

Finland averted his gaze, as much as he could in Sweden's grip. "Well..."

"Fin. You realise how silly this is?" Sweden said. He sat down on the edge of the bath and pulled Finland into his lap, running his hands along his lover's soft skin.

"But I'm fat," Fin sulked. He suddenly became very aware that he was naked and tried to cover himself.

"You're not, you're fine," he countered, pulling Fin into a tight hug. Fin tried to wriggle free, but Sweden only tightened his grip. Eventually Finland stopped and accepted his fate.

"But-"

"Fin, it doesn't matter what you weigh," Sweden mumbled into his neck, his stubble tickling the pale skin. He placed a gentle kiss and loosened his arms, locking eyes with his soul mate.

"To me you're just perfect."