[Mod!Post] HetaChristmas Advent Lightning Challenge!
For the next few days at least, we're all going to be busy with holidays and with the Hetalia Christmas Event and as a way to pass the time I have come up with this challenge.
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It had been far, far, too many years since Sweden woke up on Christmas morning sharing his body heat with another. Though the novelty of waking up to Finland had worn into something comfortable and irreplaceable in the months since their reunion, Sweden fully intended to enjoy the delight's of a season spent with a lover for as long as possible. Besides, the Finnish morning was cold, but the bed was comfortable, the Finn draped across his chest was soft and warm, teasing him with the slow waking shift of his hips against Sweden's thigh.
Plans for an early morning gift to them both started to foment in his lower brain, only to be thoroughly derailed alongside his desires to stay cocooned in bed by the gleeful, leaping arrival of Sealand onto Finland's bed.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE MIGHT SEALAND!" Sweden's overly awake son chortled as he landed stomach down on the covers, rolling around for good measure to ensure that his Papa and Finland had no other option bu to disentangle their limbs and sit up blearily.
"Aren't you getting too old to be this excited this early?" Sweden grumbled fondly, sliding on his glasses and ruffling Sealand's hair.
"Ha, like you can ever be too old for Christmas, Papa," Sealand snorted as though he had never heard anything so ridiculous in his life.
"Well said," Finland answered with an approving yawn, "Merry Christmas, Sealand!"
Sealand beamed, sticking out his tongue at Sweden, "So stop being dippy and come see what's under the tree! I think this Christmas is going to be badass!"
"I know it will be. I got you a manners book," Sweden mumbled under his breath, trying not to squirm when Finland tickled him under the sheets, whispering that if he didn't stop being a grumpy old man, Finland wouldn't let him unwrap him later.
"Right," Sweden said definitively, wincing as his feet touched the cold floor, "Sealand, you get the coffee and I'll make the fire."
"Sweet!" Sealand cheered, vaulting off the bed with far too much pre-dawn energy, racing towards Finland's kitchen.
"Come here," Finland murmured, lazing about in the bed with that come hither smile that never failed to make the old Northern Lion curl up and purr.
Sweden trailed over obligingly, leaning over the bed to let Finland wind his arms around his neck and push their lips together, simple warmth and light that promised such sweetness for the shared hours of the night when the sheets would welcome them once again.
"I have something for you," Finland said, voice surprisingly shy for a man who had just looked at him with those bedroom eyes.
"I'll love it," Sweden mumbled, letting himself be pulled back down onto the bed, a little entranced by the pink flush on Finland's cheeks and the way his ass looked in his tatty pajamas as he leaned over to rifle through the bedside table drawer.
"I hope you do," Finland said, turning the small package over and over again anxiously in his hands, looking anywhere but at Sweden as he shoved into his lap.
A hush fell over the bedroom, and though Sweden could hear Sealand bumbling around in Finland's kitchen, doubtless tearing through cupboards looking for the coffee, he kept all his attention on unwrapping the delicate little box and listening to the nervous whistle of Finland's breathing.
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And once the wrapping paper fell to the floor, Sweden felt his eyes go wide and his heart trip with reckless hope as he took the fragile ornament painted in silvers and gold, and the note wrapped around it that read:
For our first tree in our first home, if you'd like to hang this ornament with me, together, for all the Christmases to come. ~Finland
Sweden blinked and read it again. And then again, trying and failing to believe this was actually happening.
"Well, what do you think?" Finland babbled nervously, "I know that we both have to have our own places because we've got duty and responsibilities and maybe its too much after too long, but...."
Sweden looked up and met Finland's gaze, so full of affection and all the many things he had yearned for so long.
"But..."
Finland smiled and took a breath, "But I want US to have a place, that's yours and mine and Sealand's, all together. A place that we can put up a tree and be woken up far too early and go to bed together."
Sweden took his hand, kissing his knuckles, threading their fingers together as he said quietly but firmly, "I want that, too."
Finland's smile burned like the sun over tundra, "Good, that's very good."
Unable to resist such loveliness, Sweden pushed Finland back into the pillows, cradling his head under his arms, leaning down to seal their future with a kiss.
"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THE DIPPINESS!" Sealand shouted from the open bedroom door, startling Sweden into flopping down next to Finland with a sigh of resignation, while Finland just giggled and begged Sealand's forgiveness.
"Jeez, I can't leave you two alone for a minute," Sealand grumbled, shoving two mugs of suspicious looking coffee into their faces.
"C'mon, Papa, aren't you excited to open all your sweet presents?" Sealand whined at him hopefully.
Sweden looked at Finland, mussed and happy on the pillow, and then at his son, bright-eyed and demanding, shaking his head and answering:
"No, I'm good."
~End
FLUFF ATTACK.
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