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“I really don’t appreciate this, Francis, and I’m sure Berwald won’t either…we’re out on a date.” The real name came out instead of the diminutive nickname Su-san - Finland meant business.
Luckily, Finland wouldn’t have to deal with that situation for too much longer. As if on cue, a large figure walked over from the bathroom and loomed behind France, practically breathing down his neck. “Ev’nin’, Fr’ncis.” The speech was deep, gruff, and mumbled. France realized that this was definitely Sweden, and if there was one thing he knew about Sweden, it was that he could be as territorial as the head bear in a pack.
Finland knew that as well, and found this behavior to be strangely endearing. He knew both sides of the bear-like man - although he was territorial and protective, he could also be as cuddly as a teddy bear. He watched Sweden tower over France, still making the same stern face that seemed to be plastered to his head. If Finland had decided to go even crazier with the metaphors and the similes and the descriptions, he would have even said that the room got darker once Sweden began to stand behind France. There was a difference between this time that this happened and the many others before it - Finland was actually enjoying it! There was something very appealing about Sweden protecting him from invading nations, and it made him blush a little.
“Hello, Berwald.” France decided to pour the charm on Sweden. “It’s a lovely evening, isn’t it? I was just having a wonderful conversation with Tino over here.”
“Know yer tr’cks, Franc’s. Yer tryin’ to seduce m’wife.” Sweden continued to stare France down. The strobe lights from the dance floor occasionally flashed across Sweden’s glasses, giving them a creepy shiny effect.
“No I’m not,” France spoke in a more hesitant voice. “We were just having our drinks and a little chat - after all, that is what friends do, no?” He began to look around the room with shifty eyes - yet again, he was found out.
Finland watched the whole scene in awe. He knew Sweden usually was unintentionally intimidating, but now he was using his own nature to his advantage! What made it even better was that it was all for the sake of him and him alone. He looked farther up to shake his head. “Stop lyin’, Franc’s. G’t away from m’wife.”
There he was again with the wife thing. Finland had gotten used to it by now, but it was still a little jarring. He was a man, dammit! Sweden should have known that by now! Still, Sweden’s methods seemed to be working in more ways than one, so he didn’t complain.
“I see…I apologize, Tino.” France spoke in a more hesitant voice than before - he continued to lay on the charm as best as he could, but Sweden kept blocking him! “It seems that I have business elsewhere…we’ll have to continue this conversation at another time, no?”
“Don’ th’nk so, Franc’s. Leave ‘s alone, th’nks.” Sweden continued to stare France down as best as he could. A blush formed across Finland’s face once again.
France laughed nervously, picked up his glass of wine, and slunk back to his corner.
“I…have to excuse myself. I have to go to the bathroom.” Finland pushed in his stool quickly and ran off to the bathroom.
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The next time it happened was what sent Finland over the edge. They were in a WORLD MEETING, of all places. America was babbling about his new way to end world hunger by inventing a team of giant robots to bring food to starving robots, and Sweden was listening intently, waiting for an opening to interject his opinion. Finland, on the other hand, was rather bored. Bleary eyed, he attempted to prop himself up using his arm so it seemed that he was awake. He rubbed the crust out of his eyes, attempting to stay up as best as he could.
“And so then, Optimus Prime will have to change from his truck form to Autobot form and take the plants that we engineered to grow in space to the moon! There they’ll multiply and the Autobots will take them down to the White House, where we’ll divvy up the spoils using an algorithm I prepared here…”
America could go on forever. Sweden began to get impatient and raised his hand, furrowing his eyebrows. Almost immediately, Finland perked up. Sweden might actually be able to contribute something intelligent to the discussion.
“I th’nk that wouldn’ work a’all. Opt’mus Prime’sa fict’nal character. Nobody knows ‘f bein’s such a’ those actu’lly exist, n’ think th’ only one who’d b’able ta create sucha th’ng ‘s Kiku. ‘S th’only one with’a technol’gy t’ actually do’t.” Sweden nodded at the end of his statement, attempting to seem like his point was more valid due to that.
Many of the nations turned towards Sweden, widening their eyes and staring a little. They all knew Sweden liked to debate, but none of them had experienced it often enough for it to feel like an everyday occurrence. Latvia trembled, as usual, and Canada sunk down a little in his seat - though no one noticed. Even Prussia, who technically wasn’t supposed to be there but was along for the ride, looked a little wary.
America cleared his throat rather loudly, tugging at his collar in the ‘Is it hot in here, or is it just me?’ gesture. “Well, then…” He looked around the room at all the other nations, who all looked a bit shaken - save Finland, who just looked uncomfortable, and cleared his throat again. “I’d like to make a motion. Anyone who thinks we should take a half an hour recess, say aye.”
Finland’s hand shot up the minute after America finished his sentence. “Aye!” Many of the other nations stared at Finland for a second, and then most of the world raised their hands and agreed with America, then shuffled out of the room in as orderly of a fashion as they could.
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“Su-san? Can I talk to you?” Oh god, that came out way too nervous for his liking. Would Sweden take him seriously after he said that? And what was with the ‘Su-san’? Sure, it was the name he usually called him, but this was serious! It would be like someone talking to England about an important world affair and calling him ‘Artie’ or even ‘Iggy’!
Sweden seemed to not mind too much and nodded. “Mm. Wh’t’s up, Tino?”
Here it was, the moment of truth. How was he going to approach this? Should he beat around the bush? Should he provide an example? Finland did it in the only way he knew how. “You’re intimidating people and it’s turning me on.”
The two Nordic nations stood there in silence for a few moments, the smaller one searching his taller counterpart’s face for any sign of emotional change. How did Sweden feel about this? Would he be creeped out, aroused, or have no reaction at all?
Instead, the giant man’s expression shifted just slightly and he furrowed his eyebrows. “…Wh’t?”
Finland almost clapped a hand to his forehead. He thought he had made himself very clear the first time, and now he had to repeat the embarrassing fact? There was never an easy way out for him, was there? “The fact that you intimidate everyone, consciously or not, is extremely sexy and it turns me on.” There, he said it again. If Sweden didn’t get the picture this time, he decided to just drop it and deal with the awkwardness forever.
Sweden raised his eyebrows this time, and the tiniest nuance of a smile appeared on his face - though to anyone else, it still looked like an angry grimace. “Yeah?”
Finland would have facefaulted if he was in one of Japan’s cartoons. He just poured out an extremely embarrassing secret to Sweden, and all he could say was ‘Yeah’? He understood that usually Sweden was a man of few words, but really! That was just downright rude! He had been suffering from this plight for weeks now, and all Sweden could give him was a one-word, affirmative response? He couldn’t believe the nerve of the - wait, where was he being taken? Finland surveyed his surroundings. Sweden seemed to be pulling him out of the conference hall by the elbow into the hallway, and then down that. Where was the man taking him?
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Soon enough, the pair was breathless and sprawled out against the wall of the closet. Finland had to admit, if anyone walked in on them, they would both have looked rather silly - Finland’s top half of clothing was off, but his pants were hanging down to his knees and for some reason, his shoes were untied. Sweden’s glasses were currently resting on top of his head. His shirt was unbuttoned but not off, and his pants were off on the floor. He had hung his jacket on the doorknob. Sweden looked at his watch. “’S ‘lmost four thir’y. W’ should get goin’.”
Finland nodded and began to dress himself as best as he could in the dark, with Sweden helping him along the way as usual. Sweden got himself dressed hastily and both nations exited the closet at the same time to Hungary snapping photos of them in their disheveled states. They entered the conference room and sat down, waiting for America to begin his speech about how the Autobots should bring food to all the hungry people again.
Finland couldn’t wait for Sweden to start debating.
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./applauds
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I swear I swoon at every SuFin thing I find, and this THIS. This just MADE MY NIGHT HOLY CRABS MAN. I absolutely LOVED how this was written, how you write these two, and I was smiling like an idiot the whole way through. And the Transformers, sweet jeebus, I love it when Sweden's debating and being intimidating and how Finland was being oh so turned on and the last line and aaaaaaah
Wonderful fill, author!anon! =,D
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You!!! You writer!anon, had me in a giggling grinning mode throughout the whole fic! France being... France, the whole Transformers thingy, Sweden's DEBATE, SuFin in the CLOSET, and just... Oh~~~~~~~~~~
This fic = wins!!! <333333333333333333
Freakingly love how you wrote this! \o/
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all Sweden could give him was a one-word, affirmative response? He couldn’t believe the nerve of the - wait, where was he being taken?
This was amazing. Finland's reaction right here reads so realistically (just as Sweden's response does. Oh, Sweden).
Opt’mus Prime’sa fict’nal character.
This is brilliant. No, really. Of course Sweden is obnoxious at meetings and points out America's their logic flaws.
America cleared his throat rather loudly, tugging at his collar
I can see him actually doing this. =D
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i adore sweden's reaction. his little smirk!! <33 thank you for writing!
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Sweden and Finland were making breakfast in the kitchen when Sweden’s son, Sealand, noisily came down the stairs and into the kitchen, carrying their dog, Hana-Tamago, on his shoulder. “Pappa! Isa! I have a question!” The micronation picked Hana-Tamago off his shoulder and placed him on the ground. he then promptly ran to the food bowl.
“Go ahead, Peter.” Finland turned towards him as he was making coffee and smiled a bit. “We’re all ears.”
“Mm,” was Sweden’s only reply.
“Can I invite Raivis over for a playdate? Please, please, please? I haven’t seen him in the longest time!” Peter put his hands behind his back and shifted his weight from side to side a little in an attempt to be cute.
Sweden furrowed his eyebrows for a bit and looked to Finland, who nodded. He always liked Latvia anyway. Sweden then turned to face Sealand and gave him his usual thumbs up.
Sealand clapped his hands enthusiastically and even jumped a little. “Great! I’ll call him right now!” The little boy ran up the stairs to go call his friend, completely ignoring the time zone issue as usual. Finland laughed and watched Sweden cook his pancakes. Sealand came down a short while later and they ate a short, quick breakfast.
About two hours later, the doorbell rang. Finland heard it, but he was in the shower. Sealand did not, because he was playing his video game so loudly that a listener could hear it from the stairs. This left Sweden to do it. He got up from his seat in front of the television, which was playing a strange skit from Sweden’s Got Talent involving flatbreads and naked men dancing, to answer the door.
Standing on the front step was a boy even smaller than Finland. He had wavy blond hair and big blue teary eyes, and was wearing a sweater vest and a white shirt. He also was constantly, constantly shaking. This was Sealand’s friend, Raivis Galante - otherwise known as Latvia.
Sweden stood there for a minute, looming over the boy even more than he did to France. Latvia began to shake even more as he looked up at the older nation, who was making his usual scary face. Sweden moved to let Latvia in, who moved inside and stood by the coat closet, holding a finger up to his mouth to bite his nails and wait for Sealand. Sweden sat back down on the couch, but unintentionally began to stare Latvia down instead of watching the TV.
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LOL xD
That must have creeped Latvia out as much as Russia.
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