Finland nudged Sweden and leaned over the kitchen counter.

"Su-san, you've noticed Iceland, right?"

Sweden frowned slightly, his eyes staring sharply into Finland's.

Finland looked over his shoulder at his friend.

"It's just- I'm worried about him."

Sweden's eyes darkened at looked back at the white haired boy.

"W'ts wr'ng w'th 'm?"

Finland shushed him (Finland shushing Sweden? What's happened to the world??)

"Watch!"

He hissed softly.

The two watched as their friend opened the fridge door cautiously, looking around. He then quickly grabbed a green-tinted bottle, and chugged it completely down.

Sweden turned again to Finland, but the litter nation pointed hurriedly back to Iceland.

Iceland had emptied the whole bottle, tossed it carelessly into the trash can, and got another one out of the fridge door.

Finland turned Sweden around, concern filling his eyes.

"Su-san, I think Iceland is addicted. Addicted to coca cola."

It was all Sweden could do to not smile, because the look on Finland's face was so serious, and the whole situation was rather silly.

"C'mn F'n, 'ts j'st s'da."

"Yeah, well, it's not healthy to be drinking it all the time!"

Finland crossed his arms defiantly, and Sweden sighed on the inside.

He made a mental note to remember to buy more coca-cola for Iceland, and to not tell Finland.