Hetalia One-Shots

SuFin : Ringtones

  Sweden filed his papers on the desk and pulled out a pen. He started reading the handouts and took notes on the side. The room was silent other than the occasional whispers and inevitable shuffle of paper. Germany supervised every country as they read through the documents. For once, the world meeting was actually held like one.

  The Nordic country broke his concentration to glance over to his wife. Finland was scribbling words on a notebook with a serious expression. He furrowed his brows and zipped his lips as he read the paperwork. His eyes sparkled with determination as his cheeks became more and more pink due to the effort he was putting in the assignment given to him.

  Sweden turned back to his own task smiling internally. His wife was truly the cutest, purest and most innocent person out there. He pursued his lecture and immediately fell back into the universe of work.

  The silence of the room was interrupted by loud screeching. Almost every nation sprung off their seats in surprise. The scream was followed by loud drumming and a fast guitar part. The music was accompanied by a deep voice talking loudly and fast. More death screams echoed in the room. Italy started crying and clung onto Germany who was trying to settle everyone down.

  America proudly kicked a foot on a chair and claimed that as the hero, he would save everybody. Although, the obnoxious nation was clearly shaking like an earthquake while gripping tightly the nearest country's arm. England's cry of discomfort raised in the room as he tried to break free from America's death grip.

  "What the hell is this?" boomed Germany, pushing his ally off his arm. Sweden looked around to the panicked faces then saw his wife. Finland was still writing, concentration unbroken. The loud music was somewhat coming around the innocent nation. Sweden nudged Finland who looked up in surprise.

  "Oh dear, I'm sorry, I was so absorbed in what I was doing I didn't notice you, were you talking to me?" chuckled the small man. His eyebrows furrowed and he stayed silent a second. "Oh dear me! That's my phone ringing! I'm sorry, I must have forgotten to turn it off! Silly me. Please excuse me a while," sputtered Finland as he took his phone from his bag and exited the room answering it.

  Every nation stared wide-eyed at Finland's leaving figure. Sweden sighed and rested his head on his hand, fingers massaging his temples. Every Nordic country fidgeted nervously avoiding all stares. Now Italy had calmed down and Germany awkwardly stood at the end of the table. He cleared his throat and mumbled, "Okay, that's over, now get back to work everyone..."

  No one opposed and quickly resumed their paperwork. Greece slowly lifted his head off the desk and yawned. He glanced around and noticed every country was working slightly uncomfortably. "What? Did something happen?" asked the lazy man. No one answered and Sweden simply lowered his head, writing as fast as he could, ignoring anyone who would gawk.

  After a couple minutes, Finland returned with a bright smile on his face. He sat down in his seat and pursued his work immediately. Sweden peeked over to him and watched as he joyfully hummed the tune from earlier. Finland noticed Sweden looking and flashed him a bright grin. The tall blond pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. It didn't matter what the others thought of his wife, he was still the cutest, and most badass, country of the world.