On the seventh day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me—
Seven Swans A Swimming
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S E V E N T H D A Y
Sweden stared at the pond intently, his ice blue eyes narrowing as he observed the swimming swans that were floating around in the cerulean body of water.
He rubbed his eyes, disappointed yet again. He took off his glasses and watched as wisps of air puffed out his mouth, forming an icy cloud in the freezing winter of Stockholm—it was mid-November, and it was no surprise to anyone snow was already crunching at everyone's feet. It was a miracle the mysterious pond had somehow been kept from freezing over—although, edges of it was creeping with the premonition of ice to come.
The stolid nation had been watching the swans since the end of September, trying to find one that suited his taste. But each one had something wrong with it; they pooped too much, they squawked too loudly, they bit at the others' faces all the time. Some were fine, but . . . they weren't enough.
And that was tough when you were trying to find seven of the perfect swans for your wife. Even if Finland didn't consider Sweden his husband.
He needed to find the perfect Christmas gift, but it was hard if all the swans refused to please all his requirements.
Sweden buried his head in his hands, sighing heavily, before walking back home, head hung low.
"Uh, Berwald, it's 11 PM . . . what were you doing?" The Finnish country questioned when Sweden opened the door to the house they shared.
"N'thing," he stated, as he usually did, and Finland only raised his eyebrow.
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"So! It's officially December the first. What do you want to do?" Finland asked with sparkles in his violet eyes, excited for the Christmas decorations, commercials, and well, everything.
He went on,"Perhaps we should go to the ice rink, I heard they've put up some snowmen outside already! And they started serving a special Christmas themed coffee too!"
Sweden's mind was focused on the swans, again. It was all he had thought about for the past weeks. I need to find the perfect ones. All the ones I've encountered are messy, unfit, too loud; and not appealing to Finland. How in the world can I find seven of those, too?
Finland waved a hand in front of Sweden's face, but he didn't react at all. Sighing in defeat, Finland mumbled,"I guess tomorrow, then."
As the day went on, Sweden went to an all time low and decided—with much reluctance—to call Denmark. Although they had fought much in the past when he used to rule over Sweden and Finland, he needed advice. And according to the egotistical nation, he was "the happiest place on Earth."
Gulping, he tapped his fingers impatiently on the Ikea table, the rings of Denmark's phone going by each second.
Finally, the energetic nation picked up, and he cheered,"Hej, Sverige! How are you? Ready for the Christmas season? For only 59.99 krone, you can bring you are your family to my number one family holiday res—"
