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"Here you go, Sweden," Finland said, handing over the small, tin horseshoe. Sweden turned it over in his hands, eyebrows raised.
"'S a horseshoe."
"Now we melt them."
Finland dropped his into a heavy pan and held it over the cooker's flame until it melted, pouring the liquid into a waiting bowl of water.
"Now you!" he cried, retrieving the solidified metal.
Sweden obeyed, dumping the molten tin into the water with a satisfying steaming hiss.
"The shapes will tell us our fortunes," Finland said. "Ready?"
They held their pieces out, and smiled.
Both were in the shape of hearts.