This is the original intended ending.
Warning: dark!Sweden, dark!Finland
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Russia got off immediately once he arrived, not even bothering to park his car. Someone opened the door a few seconds after he pressed the bell, but he didn't care who that was. He stormed straight to his destination, the basement.
“You told me it would work!” Russia shouted hysterically.
The person obviously did not hear it, after a while, realising the presence of the nation, the sound of wood sawing died down.
“You told me it would work! Now he ran away from me!” Russia cried.
The man put his woodsaw down, without turning to him. “Mm.”
“What was that supposed to mean, Sweden? You are going to be getting my wife back for me!” Russia whined, it sounded more like a desperate attempt to seek help.
Sweden wiped his hands with a clean towel, back still to Russia. Calmly, he asked, “Ya sure ya did ev'rything I told ya?”
“Da! Of course I did!” Russia made two steps forward, reassuring him that he had followed every instructions the Swede gave him.
“Mm. Weird. 't worked fer me. What did ya do?” The Nordic finally turned to him, shrugging.
Russia sat down so that he was on the same level of Sweden. “I got a polar bear as a pet, I got enough people to match his family, younger ones for him to take care of. I even got Belarus to smile! He came and had dinner with us, things were going great until I asked him to be my wife!” He pouted, trying to recall every step he took and to find out the mistakes he might have made. Still, nothing wrong came to his mind.
Sweden sighed. “In that order?”
“Da. I figured it's the best to have everything ready for him first!” Russia explained as if it was a matter of course.
The Swede shook his head, taking a seat. “'t won't do. Who 're ya up to anyway?”
“Well China of course!”
Sweden shut his eyes tight, leaning his forehead on his palm. “Ya gotta choose the hardest one, don't ya?”
“What... what do you mean?”
Sweden sighed again, gesturing Russia to sit down. “China's way too experienced, too sharp. He can see through these things easily.”
Starting to panic, Russia grabbed the edge of the table. “But... It worked on Finland?”
“We grew up with each other. Fin was naive, he was under my control fer centuries. He listens to ev'rything I say, he asks my opinion on ev'rything.” The Swede pushed his glasses up. “Does China do that?” The edge of his lips twitched.
“He... I don't care. I need China to be my wife.” Russia leaned forward, hitting his palms on the table.
“Well,” Sweden mimicked Russia's movement and stared at him through his glasses, “then ya shouldn't 've messed up the order.”
Russia frowned. “I don't get it. Why should the order matter?”
“Noob.” Sweden shook his head. “First ya give him a title, making ev'ryone think he's yers. Make him get used to it, make him think he's yers. Then ya give him what he wants, give him the illusion of how his life would be when he's with ya. If he wants a dog, give him a dog. If he wants children, give him at least two. He won't be able to escape.”
What Sweden said sent a shiver down Russia's spine. Swallowing slowly, Russia asked cautiously, “Well he knows my plan now, what else could I do?”
Sweden turned to the side of his workbench, he pressed a button without saying a word. Within seconds, a cheerful figure stomped down to the basement.
"Su-san! What do you need me for?" Finland asked with a big, sweet smile. "Oh, Mr. Russia, you are here too!"
Sweden's face softened at the arrival of his "Wife". "Fin, Russia 'ere wants to ask China to be 'is wife. Could ya help 'im convince China?"
"Sure! I can do no problem!" The Finn's joyful voice calmed Russia down, but it somehow also sent some uneasiness down his spine.
"Thanks, M' Wife." Sweden nodded and turned to Russia. "Don't worry. Just leave 't to Fin."
Russia nodded uncertainly. "Thanks. I'll… I guess I'll go now." Looking back and forth at Sweden and Finland, he couldn't quite place where this uncertainty was from.
Once Russia left the house, Finland's smile dropped immediately. "You're telling me to help that guy? Seriously?" His back facing Sweden.
"Sorry. Ya know he wouldn't leave me alone if I don't help 'im." Sweden's voice lowered.
The Fin rolled his eyes. "Don't forget your promise." He said without even looking at the Swede.
"Mm." Sweden lowered his head. "The tax will be lowered."
Finally turning to Sweden, Finland raised his chin, looking down at the taller nation. "5%. No less."
Sweden switched his gaze, swallowing hard. "That's… a lot…"
The Fin leaned forward, looking at the other man in the eyes. "I said 5%."
"Mm." The Swede bit his lower lip.
Finland raised his hand and pinched Sweden's chin, pulling his face up so that they were looking into each other's eyes again. "You keep doing what I said, I'll continue playing your 'Wifey' game. Understand?" He smirked.
Sweden gulped. "Anythin' fer you, M' Wife."
