((References everywhere)
Finland walked into the living room, humming and thinking about his day. It has been very nice, Peter wasn't causing trouble, Denmark was staying in one place, (always good), Iceland wasn't doing uncannon-y things like most writers portray him, and Norway hadn't blown up the house with magic! Great day! He thought, and laughed happily.
And...
He blushed shyly, stopping in the doorway as he thought over their morning conversation...
With everyone always at the house, he and Sweden had no time alone, but...
Ice was going... Somewhere, with Hong Kong, Sealand was hanging out with Latvia, and Denmark and Norway were going out 'cosplaying' tonight, as characters from some folklore of theirs.
A prince and an immortal former prince, he thought?
But who cared, he and sweden were alone, and his husband promised...
He giggled, as he stepped into the room, before he was swept up by a strong arm he instantly recognized as his Sweden's, and sat on Sve's stomach, as he finally figured what was going on.
Sweden had his legs over the couch arm, and his arms over the recliner arm, holding on tight and acting as a barrier between them, Peter sitting with Fin on the Swedish man's stomach.
"Wha--"
"THE FLOOR IS LAVA!"The two screamed, and Finland suddenly regretted letting America hang out with Sealand.