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Switzerland stared at Finland, perplexed, as the Nordic Nation whistled cheerfully as he and Sweden strolled up to the IIHF desk. Sweden's frown was at least twice as dark as normally while Finland looked like he had borrowed some of the Netherlands' stash.
"So, as the chosen home team, which shirt are you going to wear?" he asked Finland without preamble.
The other grinned maliciously and Switzerland had to wonder if the Finn had spent too much time with Russia. A dark cloud seemed to form around Sweden and Switzerland suddenly hoped he had been allowed to bring his gun.
Being in the semi-finals was such a hassle.
"Home team shirts," Finland stated cheerfully.
"So Finland plays in white and Sweden plays in blue," he stated, making the notation. "All done."
"Perfect," Finland cheered, before giving Sweden an evil grin. "Let's have a great game, Ruotsi!"
Then he positively skipped away, singing on the top of his lungs.
"Den glider in, i mål igen, vi ska kämpa, alt det vi har...!"
"Helvete," Sweden huffed and stalked away.
Switzerland rolled his eyes. These Nordics were crazy.