It was a typical night in the Nordic household. The members were lounging in their comfortable abode, basking in the warm glow of the fireplace.

Suddenly, the tranquility was broken as Sweden staggered into the room, clutching a bottle of vodka. His eyes were glassy and his face was flushed.

"Finland, my dear wife!" he slurred, grabbing Finland by the shoulders, and planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

Finland blinked in surprise, too shocked to react. He could smell the strong aroma of alcohol on Sweden's breath.

Denmark, Norway, and Iceland watched with wide eyes from the couch, their amusement and laughter ringing through the room.

"My wife! My beautiful wife!" Sweden slurred again, swinging Finland around the room. Finland yelped, clutching onto Sweden to avoid falling.

Denmark laughed so hard that he fell off the couch, clutching his stomach. Norway was grinning, while Iceland just looked dumbfounded.

"Let me go, Sweden!" protested Finland, trying to wriggle free. But his plea fell on deaf ears as Sweden nuzzled his neck.

Denmark and Norway were now on the floor, helpless with laughter. Next to them, Iceland was watching the spectacle with a horrified expression.

"Sweden, you're drunk!" shouted Finland, pushing him away. But instead of backing off, Sweden pulled him closer, nipping at his ear.

"Enough!" shouted Finland, finally managing to disentangle himself from Sweden. But Sweden simply laughed, hiccuping loudly, and reached for him again.

Denmark, Norway, and Iceland were in stitches, their laughter echoing through the house. The absurdity of the situation was simply too entertaining.

Sweden, on the other hand, was ignoring everything around him. He was too busy giggling and calling Finland his wife.

This went on for a while until Sweden finally ran out of energy. He slumped onto Finland, who barely managed to catch him.

"Give him some water," suggested Norway, trying to compose himself. Denmark was still having a hard time controlling his laughter.

Grumbling, Finland dragged the slumped Sweden to the kitchen. He fetched a glass of water and tried to make Sweden drink it.

But Sweden was far too gone. He mumbled something about Finland being a great wife and then passed out on the kitchen table.

Back in the living room, Denmark, Norway, and Iceland were still recovering from their laughter, tears streaming down their faces.

It took Finland a while to get Sweden into a comfortable position. Once he had, he returned to the others in the sitting room.

Upon seeing Finland, the room erupted into laughter again. Finland huffed, though a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"I'm not his wife," he muttered, rolling his eyes. But his protests only made them laugh harder.

The laughter eventually died down, replaced by a comfortable silence. The four men spent the rest of the evening talking and reminiscing.

Meanwhile, Sweden slept peacefully, his snores occasionally interrupting the quiet chatter. He was unaware of the chaos he had caused earlier.

As the night deepened, the Nordics started to retire to their rooms. Finland was left alone to clean up the mess.

The house slowly started to calm down. It returned to its usual peace, if not for the occasional snore from the kitchen.

As Finland cleaned up, he couldn't help but shake his head. Sweden's antics had made it an unforgettable night.

Despite everything, Finland had to admit, it was a lot of fun. His gaze softened as he looked at Sweden, a small smile on his face.

Finland decided to leave Sweden in the kitchen. Tomorrow, he would have the hangover of his life, and the others would never let him forget it.

But for tonight, they were just the Nordics, having fun at one another's expense. And that made all the chaos worth it.

As Finland finally settled down, he couldn't help but giggle. This was a night they would all remember. A truly unforgettable Nordic night.