How I Fell For Him

Day Eight

Right after breakfast Sweden left for his workspace in the shed. I read a book in my room and cleaned it all morning. Without Sweden, it's really boring. I wandered aimlessly in the big house after eating a small snack and found another stairwell leading up to the attic. Not seeing any harm, I went up. It was dark and dusty, just like any other attic, if not better organized.

Shelfs and boxes were neatly placed one next to the other with other objects resting on the floor. I found a light switch and a small light bulb flickered slowly emitting light. I searched my surroundings for anything utile and spotted a bookshelf. I approached it and started pulling the books one after one and reading the summary. Even though they were in Swedish I could still read them, after all, Swedish is my country's second language.

One of the books had no title on the spine. I pulled it out and observed the cover. Surprisingly, it had nothing but the drawing of flowers. I flipped the pages and saw handwriting scribbled over each page. I then understood it was a journal. I turned back to the first pages and read them quickly. It was actually Sweden's journal, written barely years after he was founded.

Intrigued, I continued reading, scanning the words and stopping when something interested me. Even back then he had a nice handwriting, especially for a kid. I could see he was starting to write Swedish as some words aren't used the same way or aren't written like that anymore.

One page started off differently, a flower was pressed against the paper, flattening it out and keeping it fairly colored even after all those years. I carefully picked up the dried up flower in my hand. It was beautiful, white with the end of the petals soft pink. I placed it aside and read the text. My eyes widened as I realized what was written.

Today I met a country while walking outside. I went to the usual forest and strolled into a huge prairie. Flowers covered the whole landscape leaving nothing but beautiful colors. In the middle of those colors stood a person. I walked up and stood next to them. We spent the rest day together.  He said he was Finland, the neighboring country. He is very nice, sweet, gentle an not very strong but seems to be very reliable. I will make sure to make him my ally and friend. I'll protect him and always help him. 
After spending the day with him, we both had to leave. Since we didn't know when we would be able to meet again, he gave me a beautiful gift. It's a small white and rose flower from the meadow I found him in. I will treasure it forever. He told me he wished to see me again soon. I never felt so happy. Back at my place, I have no friends.
He will be the first friend I'll ever have. I hope one day we will become best friends. I'll do anything for him to like me too.

I smiled seeing how pure Sweden was when he was younger. Memories slowly started flowing back into my mind as I was able to picture the grand field with the small country approaching me. I turned the pages and continued reading a little further in the years.

I just learned that when you like someone greatly you can marry them. Apparently, for a country it is different though. A country can not marry a human and neither can it marry a country. Although, under certain circumstances it can, however it must sacrifice a lot of things. It's people and culture may change, the language and sometimes it's own name. Most of the time, a country's marriage isn't even decided upon the country itself but from its boss or outsiders. Sometimes, the countries don't even love each other.
However I think that it is just like a human marriage. A human too, must sacrifice many things to be with the one they love. Human marriages are too, arranged depending on occasions. Not all humans find love.
After learning all that, I decided I wanted to marry as well, but only if it is I who makes the decision. I want to be with the person I love most. The person whom I can count on no matter what. I will find the most perfect wife of them all.