Timo Väinämöinen

» Name:  Finland / Timo Väinämöinen

» Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia

» Reference: http://hetalia.wikinet.org/wiki/Finland

» Canon Point:  Early 1940, towards the end of the Winter War.

» Gender:  Male/Male

» Age: About 1000 years old, appears to be around 20.

» Orientation:  Unknown.  There is very little discussion about sexuality in Hetalia at all, and Finland doesn’t appear to show any interest in any of the other characters above what could be considered friendship.  Although Sweden has been confirmed as having some kind of interest in Finland, nothing has been said about Finland’s response to that.  While he doesn’t like being called his wife, he also appears to spend a lot of time with him post independence.

» Personality: There’s no denying that Finland is cute, and there’s very little about his outward appearance that gives away his real age.  He’s always smiling and happy, despite the fact that it’s been said that he’s had hardest life of all the Nordics, and he’s always there to help those around him.  From this point in time he’s a little less smiling than usual, having just come through independence, civil war, and then war in quick succession, but he still keeps positive.  He’s joking and talkative around his friends, but especially around those who unnerve him, like Sweden, babbling a little to hide his nervousness, like when they leave Denmark’s house and he says out loud that he’s anxious and then realises that that could make it seem that he’s anxious because of Sweden and has to backtrack.  Sometimes he speaks without really thinking about it. He treats everyone with the same love and respect, no matter who or what they are, with no change for gender, sexuality, race, or religion. He will talk to anyone and does his best to make everyone feel happy. 

Finland likes to have a large group of friends around him and he will do his best to stay close to all of them, remembering little details and always there to lend a hand or a listening ear.  In particular, he’s good friends with Estonia, to the extent that Sweden once claimed partial control over him for Finland’s sake.  His relationship with Sweden is a little bit more complicated; Sweden scares him, but despite that, he stays with him, not only while he’s under his control, but in the future as well, and he worries about Russia finding out that Sweden secretly sends planes and weapons in the Winter war.

He’s honest, trusting and loyal and he values these attributes in other people too.  In a way, he’s naïve, despite his experience of the world, in that he will always assume the best of people.  He’s simplistic, as well, savouring the little things in life.  He loves his friends and his little family, and he gets a lot of joy from giving presents to as many people as possible at Christmas.  In the past, he’s acted as Father Christmas, delivering gifts all over the world, making sure that as many people as possible have a good time.

Surprisingly, he’s stronger than he looks, both in mind and in body.  He thought at Sweden’s side and for himself, and was one of the few Nations that came through WWII without their capital being conquered.  He’s capable of withstanding impressive temperatures in the saunas.  Protective of his friends and family, one of the few ways to get on his bad books is to hurt them.  He’s a hard worker and very determined, and if hard work could solve all problems then he’d have none.  Once he starts a project, Finland will work and word until he is satisfied with it, and he’ll take things a little bit too seriously too, like his costume for Halloween 2011.

Finland is also a big sucker for anything cute, like moomins and baby America.  He’s said to be the most creative of the Nordics, designing things for Sweden to make and Denmark to sell (and Norway to critic).  He enjoys family life and prefers to be kept busy.  He’s also a big fan of sports, skiing and ice hockey in particular.  He can get a little competitive when it comes to them.

» Appearance: Finland is a bit on the short side, at 170cm, with round features.  He has a cheerful face, which is dominated by his big, purple eyes. His hair is a light blonde, and it’s fairly long, falling to about his ears. 

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» Suitability: N/A

SAMPLES

» "amatomnes" First-Person Network Entry:  [Finland’s been playing with his device for a while, curiously prodding it to try and work out what it does.  It’s been on voice function for a while, but it’s not recording much aside from little hums of surprise and clicks as he fiddles with it, flicking through the functions.  When he turns video on, though, he yelps in surprise and stares at his image for a while before realising he still has it upside down and turning it round.]

…Transmitting…  is this on a network?  Can anyone hear me?  Boss?  [All right, it’s fairly unlikely that what ever this is, his boss will have one, and a faint blush colours his cheeks.]

If this is transmitting, I seem to have gotten a bit lost.  I need to get back to Finland.  As soon as possible.  [He fidgets uncomfortably.  Despite his military uniform, he doesn’t seem to have much of a military attitude.]  I realise that that might cause some problems… I don’t know exactly where this is, or how I got here, but it’s really important that I get home quickly.

[Reaching up, he fiddles with the collar around his neck.]  I need to get this off too.  Now.  [He attempts to look scary, trying to copy Sweden’s familiar glares, but really, he just doesn’t have the face for it.]  I don’t know what joke someone’s trying to play, but I’m independent now and this is not funny.  Tell me how to get it off and I won’t declare war against you!  [He means to end the transmission there, at the end of the threat, but he’s forgotten which button he needs to press, and he has to fiddle around before he finally finds it, cutting off a triumphant ‘ahah!’]

» "amatomneslogs" Third-Person Prose Entry: 

Finland wakes from his comfortable doze with a start.  He’s been half awake for a while, but his blissful reverie has been shattered by a sudden realisation.  Something’s wrong.  Or, more to the point, something is right.  It’s not just that the endless echo of gunfire has ceased, or the warmth of the silken sheets he’s wrapped in, a luxury he hasn’t experienced for many years.  Nor is it the warm breeze, and that he can’t smell iron or snow.  It’s the lightness of his body.  The aches and pains of war seem to have vanished, or at least have been replaced with a pleasurable softness that brings a dark blush to his cheeks.  It’s a sensation that still makes him squirm with embarrassment, and he almost turns to hide his face in the pillows, but he’s worried about making a mess in whoever’s bed he’s in, because what ever happened last night, he can still feel the evidence over his hips and stomach.  Instead he sits up, letting the sheets fall around his waist, and he glances around curiously.  This doesn’t look like any Nation’s bedroom that he’s ever seen.  It looks southern European, but how could he have ended up there with the war going on?

It’s comforting to see his uniform neatly folded on the chair, his rifle propped up beside it.  Even his beret is there, and as he reaches over for the familiar hat he dislodges something from on top of it.  Finally sliding out of bed he has to scrabble to retrieve it, and when he does he peers at it, confused. It looks like some kind instrument, but as he runs his thumb over it, it lights up and he jumps, surprised.  Well.  He hadn’t expected that.  He’s still not sure what it is, but he sets it aside, because moving alerted him to the other new addition.

Standing up properly now, he wraps the sheet around himself for modesty’s sake, and then heads towards the mirror.  The collar is unwanted, and he runs his fingers around it, exploring, looking for the seam on the pale leather, and frowning when he can’t find it.  Sliding his fingers under it, he pulls on it, as roughly as he dares, and frowns when it doesn’t even budge.  A faint edge of panic makes him pull on it again.  He’s only just claimed his freedom; he doesn’t want to be owned again!  Not after fighting so long and so hard.  There’s no point panicking too much, though, he tells himself, trying to calm down.  That won’t help anyone.  He’ll clean up; probably the bed as well as himself, get dressed, and then try and find help.  Perhaps that way he’ll find out what actually happened as well, because the fact that he can’t remember how he ended up here worries him as well.  There has to be someone who can help, right?  As long as he can get back home as soon as possible.  With Russia pushing deeper and deeper into his territory, he really can’t waste any time here.  He needs to get home.