I had barely slept all night. I would either complain to myself over what happened or actually be happy about it. When I caught myself smiling, I would slam my hands on my face whining, "What is wrong with me..?"

However, that morning, I had decided to be honest. Yes, I did have feelings for Sweden, and not in the 'best friend' kind of way. I had confronted him about it, now, all that was left was to finish what I had started. I needed to make it clear. I love Sweden.

I spent all morning trying to figure out a way to see Sweden. I didn't want to go back to his house, it would be seen as bothersome, and I didn't know how I could invite him somewhere without dying from embarrassment.

It was early afternoon and I was still pacing around my house nibbling on some Finnish chocolate, trying to ease my stress. My head started to spin and I sat down. I took a couple deep breaths, I wasn't going to get anywhere if I didn't straighten out my thoughts.

'Okay, so, I like him, he likes me... Then what is wrong? Theoretically, it's supposed to be perfect! Not many people get their feelings returned by their crush, in fact, it's actually a miracle if it happens..!'

I buried my face in my hands, I wasn't helping myself at all. I laid on my back facing the ceiling. I brought more chocolate to my lips and continued eating in frustration. If I could describe myself at that moment, it would be something like an angry and hungry bunny munching on something which his stomach and hips would later disagree on.

As my worries were slowly erased by the sweet taste of my favorite treat, I heard a faint knock on the door. I bolted up in excitement secretly wishing it was him. I inhaled deeply, brushing my clothes with my hands to try and smooth them out. I walked to the front door and slowly opened it.

I was extremely disappointed finding no one at the door. I sighed bending my head down. Then I saw a white envelope on the door mat. I picked it up biting my lips. I turned it around and read, "To Finland, From Sweden." I recognized Sweden's neat handwriting and smiled.

I looked up and searched right and left, hoping he might still be there. Seeing no one was there I closed the door behind me and quickly made my way to the living room plopping myself down on my sofa. I opened the letter impatiently and read it.

My dear Wife,
I find myself extremely flattered and happy that there is a chance you return the feelings I have for you.
I would just like you to know that I will always consider you my wife and most important person in my life, no matter how long it will take for you to be at ease with your feelings. I have loved you since we were only small nations, from that moment, I decided you were to become my wife.
Take the time you need to make your decision, regardless of your conclusion, please keep in mind that I will always love and be loyal to only you.
My sincere regards,
Sweden.

I chuckled and blushed noticing how Sweden was actually very good with words, however not face to face. I reread the letter trying to understand exactly what he meant.

'Wait... He always calls me his wife and here he tells me to take my time regarding my decision,' I pondered frowning slightly. My eyes widened as I came to a conclusion. 'Does he want me to marry him?!'

I brought my hand to my mouth and thought it all over. My heart race accelerated and an awkward smile crept onto my lips. I stood up and ran into my room, grabbing my coat and boots, I was out the door in a flash.

I walked, ran, jogged all the way to Sweden's house. I arrived to the small dirt path then in front of the big house. I spotted Sweden sitting in his porch carving a little piece of wood with a knife. I walked up to him until I was a meter away from him. Only then he noticed my presence.

He had a puzzled and surprised look on his face as he put his knife down. He stared at me expecting me to say something. I took a deep breath and let it all out.

"Sweden, I, I have thought it over, and I ... I accept!" He raised an eyebrow clearly not understanding what I meant. I clarified, "I accept to being...your wife, therefore, m-marrying y-you..." I blushed actually hearing the words coming out my mouth but stayed put.

Sweden placed the little carved object down on the porch and voiced, "Marry?" He said it in such a tone I immediately understood that was not what he meant by the letter. A hurricane whirled inside my head as everything fell apart. I had just a immense fool of myself in front of my crush.

However, Sweden spoke again. "Are you sure?" he asked looking into my eyes. I clutched my fists and lifted my chin high. "Y-Yes! I love you Sweden! And I want to officially become your wife!" I raised my voice letting my feelings pour out with all the confidence I had left.

That's when it happened. The most unbelievable thing occurred after that, and I was the only witness. Sweden, smiled. Not like the night before, a real, wide, full of emotion smile. His face relaxed making him look extremely adorable. I blushed and recorded the moment, burning the image in my head knowing this was truly a rare sight.

He slowly walked to me and said softly, "Thank you... I love you as well." He wrapped his hand behind my head pushing it down gently and kissed the top of my head. My heart instantly melted, so did my knees apparently, making me shake uncontrollably. My cheeks slowly became red and I brought my hands to my cheeks smiling. I felt all fluttery inside and hid myself in the collar of my coat.

"I would really appreciate if you'd spend the night here tonight." I bit my bottom lip and my heart raced. I didn't know if I was truly prepared for the following steps. 'No, no, no, no! You now are his wife, sort of... Doesn't matter, you are in a weird relation but in a relation all the same, you'll have to put up with what he'll want!' I mentally scolded myself furrowing my eyebrows together in determination.

"Y-Yes!" I stated lifting my head up to look at him in the eyes. He smiled again but it quickly faded back to his emotionless expression. He gestured me to follow him inside. I walked quickly behind him, keeping up with his pace. I kicked my shoes off placing them near the front door.

I continued to follow him, walking up the stairs. After each step, my heart tightened more. I was feeling incredibly nervous regarding the situation. We made our way to an other well decorated hallway with doors on each side. He opened one in the far left and stepped aside leaving me space to get in. I squeezed the collar of my coat and walked inside.

"Spare clothes are in the closet. Please make yourself comfortable. I'll be in the living room," he explained, shutting the door behind himself as he left. I stood in the room not quite understanding what exactly was happening.

Once again, I had had a wrong idea of the situation. I sighed in relief and jumped on the bed snuggling in it. I immediately smiled as I smelled a faint scent of Sweden's odor. I rolled on my back and admired the room. I wandered within the bedroom and opened the closet.

Inside were piles of clothes. I picked one up and held it in front of me. It was way to big for me, perfect. I found a pair of joggings which were just as huge. I smiled and changed into the new set of clothes. I laid on the bed again and started thinking about how well prepared Sweden was, it just sort of surprised me, I would never have thought him being such a welcoming country. However, in the end he was a great host.

I sat up and I contemplated myself in the mirror hanging on one of the walls. I smiled, satisfied with the way I looked. The sleeves of the pullover were dangling from my arm due to it being too short and the sweatpants trailed behind me making my feet look like elephant paws. I giggled and flapped my arm making the sleeve slap in the air. I loved wearing these sort of comfortable stay-at-home outfits.

I soon headed down the stairs as I saw the sun slowly setting through the trees. I tried my best not to trip on the over sized jogging until I arrived to the living room. Sweden was there sitting on a sofa, reading a magazine with a blue and yellow logo.

He looked up from his reading once I entered the room. He glanced over to the clock in the wall then back at me. "Do you want to have dinner soon?" he asked lowering the magazine. I pulled on the sleeves of my shirt and shrugged, "I don't really mind, whenever is fine." He stared at me for a while then got up turning his head the other way as he placed his hand over his mouth clearing his throat.

"I'll start preparing then." He walked to the hallway leading to the kitchen. I followed closely, not wanting to get lost in the big house. He turned his head to peek over his shoulder and remarked, "You don't need to bother yourself with dinner, I'll take care of it." I shook my head in disagreement and replied, "No I want to help! Last time you did all of the cooking as well, but I won't let you this time!"

His face softened and I could see he was on the verge of smiling. We entered the over-sized kitchen and started making dinner together. The rest of the evening was peaceful with pleasant silence and occasional words.

I headed to my room a couple hours after the sun set, judging myself emotionally and physically drained. I plopped on my bed after washing up and snuggled under the covers. Once nicely set, I closed my eyes and smiled, containing my happiness while slowly drifting off to sleep.