A Kiss to Make it Better
anonymous
July 24 2011, 23:35:05 UTC
Sweden’s lip trembled as he looked down at the cut on his knee. He tried to ignore both the pain and the blood in order to not appear weak. He didn’t want Finland to think that he was a cry baby or anything.
Trying to get up proved to be a bad idea and he couldn’t help but whimper in pain as his leg began to hurt even more.
At the sound of his whimper Finland came running over. “What’s wong su-san?” He asked, kneeling next to Sweden.
Looking over at Finalnd, Sweden sniffled and tried to be brave. “S’nuff’n, j’st hu’ts a l’ttle.”
A look of worry came a cross Finland’s face. “You is bweeding!” He cried and looked carefully at Sweden’s knee. “Dun wowwy. I wiw take cawe of you!”
“Y’ dun h’ve ta w’rry b’ut me. . .” Sweden said, though it was obvious Finland wasn’t listening. Instead he had run over to the river with a piece of cloth, wetting it before coming back.
“I wiw twy not to huwt you.” He promised as he began to clean the wound, causing Sweden to sniffle and fight back tears.
“H’rts.” He said, as he turned big aqua eyes to Finland, watching as he worked to clean and then bandage the wound.
Finland looked up at him and offered him a big smile. “Is otay, I make it all bettew.” He turned his attention back on the knee soon after, and once it was clean put a bandage on it. “Aw done!” He declared with a happy grin. “One mowe fing weft.” Leaning down he pressed a gentle kiss over the bandage, blushing a little as he did. “Now it wiw get aw bettew!”
Sweden’s face was glowing red after Finland kissed the cut, his heart was beating wildly and his stomach was fluttering. Though he didn’t know it yet, this was the beginnings of love.
Instead of dwelling on it, he accepted Finland’s hand to help him up, and not letting go, let him lead the way to go and play in the fields.
Trying to get up proved to be a bad idea and he couldn’t help but whimper in pain as his leg began to hurt even more.
At the sound of his whimper Finland came running over. “What’s wong su-san?” He asked, kneeling next to Sweden.
Looking over at Finalnd, Sweden sniffled and tried to be brave. “S’nuff’n, j’st hu’ts a l’ttle.”
A look of worry came a cross Finland’s face. “You is bweeding!” He cried and looked carefully at Sweden’s knee. “Dun wowwy. I wiw take cawe of you!”
“Y’ dun h’ve ta w’rry b’ut me. . .” Sweden said, though it was obvious Finland wasn’t listening. Instead he had run over to the river with a piece of cloth, wetting it before coming back.
“I wiw twy not to huwt you.” He promised as he began to clean the wound, causing Sweden to sniffle and fight back tears.
“H’rts.” He said, as he turned big aqua eyes to Finland, watching as he worked to clean and then bandage the wound.
Finland looked up at him and offered him a big smile. “Is otay, I make it all bettew.” He turned his attention back on the knee soon after, and once it was clean put a bandage on it. “Aw done!” He declared with a happy grin. “One mowe fing weft.” Leaning down he pressed a gentle kiss over the bandage, blushing a little as he did. “Now it wiw get aw bettew!”
Sweden’s face was glowing red after Finland kissed the cut, his heart was beating wildly and his stomach was fluttering. Though he didn’t know it yet, this was the beginnings of love.
Instead of dwelling on it, he accepted Finland’s hand to help him up, and not letting go, let him lead the way to go and play in the fields.
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