Imma start off for anyone who decides that this is relevant
Andbythewayidontknowfinnishijustchosehimbecauseyes
soeithergoogletranslateorautomaticenglish

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Finland let out a quiet groan, staring at the ceiling. His room was frigid, and his bed felt great. However, he had to go up.
Sitting up, he stumbled his way to the bathroom. In his head, everything had to be painstakingly quick. Quick shower, quick moment to brush teeth, and out of the house to do whatever things he has in mind.
So, he didn't have a lot of thoughts in mind as he left his house, quiet as a mouse, to probably chill outside.
Get it? He snorted in disdain to himself. You live in a frozen iceland, you piece of shi-
"Hmm," Finland hummed to himself, attempting to at least crawl out of the mess that was his own head. "Maybe I'll visit Sweden. Or Norway. Or literally any other Nordic."
With a shrug, he continuously wandered the streets, careful to not get lost. Or get mugged. Or run into anyone, including Russia.

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