[Sock, Open RP] Not His Finland

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There is a Finland here that is not Tino.

Sweden frowned as he read that in Austria's owl. Not Tino? How was it possible, then, for him to be Finland?

Taking up his hammer (he had been fiddling with some furniture), Sweden made his way to the sorting room, hoping to catch this imposter. Lo and behold, Finland was coming out of the sorting room, glowering and rubbing at his hat.

"You."

Sweden and Finland looked at each other with daggers in each other's eyes.

"Y're not m'Finland."

"And you're not my Sweden either. Either of them."

They stared at each other again. Finland lifted his drink to have a sip, but found it knocked out of his hand by Sweden.

Oh hell no. It is on.

Finland lunged for Sweden, knife raised. Sweden (while rusty from not fighting in a long time) was ready for him, and grabbed Finland's arm. He hadn't been quick enough to avoid getting his cheek cut by him, but it wasn't that bad.

Sweden kneed Finland in the stomach, making the other country doubling over, then swung his hammer arm, aiming to break his knife hand.

Finland dodged by a hair and lunged for Sweden, knocking him onto his back, Finland on top of him. Finland raised his hand to stab Sweden in the shoulder, but Sweden did have the height and weight advantage, and turned them over.

He was more successful than Finland had been, hitting Finland on his knife hand and knocking it out of it, pushing the knife away.

Finland yelped and sat up enough to bite Sweden's arm, making him holler. But he couldn't reverse the positions, cause of the aforementioned weight thing. So he settled for punching Sweden the best he could.

Sweden for his part, flung his hammer away and gave as good as he got, muttering "Not m'Tino, not m'Tino, not m'Tino."