[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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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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