[Part 12][Threshold][fem!Sweden/fem!Finland][14/15]
anonymous
June 23 2010, 07:33:07 UTC
“Yeah!” Sealand exclaims excitedly. Finland can’t even remember the last time she had that much youthful enthusiasm herself as the micronation bounces in place. “I got this really awesome game, and we’re going to watch a movie, and-”
“Yes, yes,” Finland straightens Sealand’s hat where it’s gone askew on her head, noticing the overnight bag slung over her shoulder. “If you’re already packed you may as well. Just call when you get there, alright?”
“Kay,” Sealand chirps, pirouetting on her heel to hug Finland, then Sweden. She heads for the door before pausing and turning back with a gleam in her eyes that reminds Finland all too much of England’s pirate days-for all Sealand sulks about it, it’s obvious whose sister she is. “Hey, Papa?”
“Mm?” Sweden lifts her brows, inviting their daughter to continue.
“If it’s possible, I’d like a sister,” Sealand continues in a hopeful tone. Finland turns even redder at that, her mouth opening and shutting as words fail her. It doesn’t help that Sweden actually nods, face totally sincere.
“I’ll do m’best, then,” Sweden says, leaving Finland to gape at her while Sealand claps excitedly before taking her leave.
“W-wait-! Sea!” Finland stammers to empty space. She spins to look up at Sweden. “Sve, you shouldn’t joke like that!”
“…joke?” Sweden echoes. Finland slumps at that, wondering to herself how it was possible for the Swede to keep forgetting the basic laws of biology (as much as they even apply to Nations), not to mention her own gender. Somehow, in some way, she knew this was all Germania’s fault.
“Never mind,” Finland sighs. Maybe she should just accept it as just a quirk of Sweden’s personality-it’s not like she doesn’t have her own. But really, this family was gender-confused enough. Lost in thought as she is, it takes a second for her to register Sweden easily scooping her up into a bridal carry. “Sve!?”
“Said I’d do m’best,” Sweden reminds her, rather unfairly robbing Finland of the ability to respond-or do anything but let out a soft moan-as she bit at a very sensitive spot on her throat.
“B…but…” Finland shivers at the warm, wet touch of Sweden’s tongue against the bite-mark. It’s already too late, though. She knows, as she’s sure Sve does, that this is a battle she’s destined to lose. And well, she can’t say she doesn’t enjoy the trying part. “F-fine…mm…”
“Good,” Sweden gives one of her silent chuckles, the action vibrating against Finland’s skin. It feels like only an instant before she reaches their room, kicking open the door with her foot. “Lookin’ f’rward t’seein’ y’ in only y’r ring.”
“Yes, yes,” Finland straightens Sealand’s hat where it’s gone askew on her head, noticing the overnight bag slung over her shoulder. “If you’re already packed you may as well. Just call when you get there, alright?”
“Kay,” Sealand chirps, pirouetting on her heel to hug Finland, then Sweden. She heads for the door before pausing and turning back with a gleam in her eyes that reminds Finland all too much of England’s pirate days-for all Sealand sulks about it, it’s obvious whose sister she is. “Hey, Papa?”
“Mm?” Sweden lifts her brows, inviting their daughter to continue.
“If it’s possible, I’d like a sister,” Sealand continues in a hopeful tone. Finland turns even redder at that, her mouth opening and shutting as words fail her. It doesn’t help that Sweden actually nods, face totally sincere.
“I’ll do m’best, then,” Sweden says, leaving Finland to gape at her while Sealand claps excitedly before taking her leave.
“W-wait-! Sea!” Finland stammers to empty space. She spins to look up at Sweden. “Sve, you shouldn’t joke like that!”
“…joke?” Sweden echoes. Finland slumps at that, wondering to herself how it was possible for the Swede to keep forgetting the basic laws of biology (as much as they even apply to Nations), not to mention her own gender. Somehow, in some way, she knew this was all Germania’s fault.
“Never mind,” Finland sighs. Maybe she should just accept it as just a quirk of Sweden’s personality-it’s not like she doesn’t have her own. But really, this family was gender-confused enough. Lost in thought as she is, it takes a second for her to register Sweden easily scooping her up into a bridal carry. “Sve!?”
“Said I’d do m’best,” Sweden reminds her, rather unfairly robbing Finland of the ability to respond-or do anything but let out a soft moan-as she bit at a very sensitive spot on her throat.
“B…but…” Finland shivers at the warm, wet touch of Sweden’s tongue against the bite-mark. It’s already too late, though. She knows, as she’s sure Sve does, that this is a battle she’s destined to lose. And well, she can’t say she doesn’t enjoy the trying part. “F-fine…mm…”
“Good,” Sweden gives one of her silent chuckles, the action vibrating against Finland’s skin. It feels like only an instant before she reaches their room, kicking open the door with her foot. “Lookin’ f’rward t’seein’ y’ in only y’r ring.”
“Ah…S-sve…”
Fin
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