This is just a little filler-type thing that I dreamed up in a Physics lesson. I'm planning to make this into a miniature multi-chapter fic with all the different Nordics' reactions; to start off, let's have Finland!

DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NO RIGHTS TO HETALIA WHATSOEVER. IF I DID, THERE WOULD BE SWEDEN DOING THE CARAMELLDANSEN IN EVERY EPISODE. XP

Sweden's Caramelldansen – Finland's Reaction.

Finland sighed as he opened the front door of the house he shared with Sweden. After a long, hard day of making Christmas preparations, he could finally relax and- WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT'S CHRISTMASSY IS HE DOING?

Finland stopped and stared at the sight that greeted him, his work-frazzled mind desperately trying to comprehend what his eyes could see. It was Sweden, wearing nothing but pants and an open shirt, dancing around the room with a duster, swaying his hips and singing along to Caramelldansen. This normally emotionless man was DANCING and SINGING and, what's more, he was actually quite good at it. The words weren't slurred or missing vowels, his voice was in tune, and the dancing was perfectly in time with the music. Finland grinned to himself; this proved that the stoic Swede DID have a softer side, after all. He was just about to pull out his phone to record this interesting development, when the song ended and Sweden stopped dancing with a flourish.(And, when I say 'a flourish', I mean he jumped into the air and did jazz-hands.) Chuckling to himself, Sweden turned... and saw Finland... and stopped.

Finland had a very hard time not bursting out laughing at the total 'rabbit-in-the-headlights' look on Sweden's face. Regaining his composure, he walked up to the taller nation, looked him in the eyes, and simply said "Nice dancing, Sve. Don't let me stop you." He smiled and walking away, leaving a pink and spluttering Sweden in the middle of the room. "Oh, and Sve..." He spun to face a grinning Finland. "I've invited Denmark and the others around for tea, so you might want to put some trousers one." He smirked and ducked back into the kitchen, as Sweden went red and began trudging up the stairs. The Swede sighed. It was going to be a long evening.

Ta-dah! One down, three to go! Hope you liked it.

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