Beginning of a Syndrome 6
anonymous
July 18 2009, 22:49:38 UTC
Sweden pulled his fingers out with a sickening noise after he seemed to think that this was enough preparation and Finland felt him shift on the bed and pull his hips up, positioning himself and… …and then he was pushing in.
At that point Finland couldn’t keep quiet anymore and cried out, feeling like he was going to break in half.
Finland had never felt anything like it.
The bigger man continued to push deeper until he pulled almost completely out and slammed back inside of him, with a force that made the Finn’s breathing become uneven and forced, the pain making the first tears come out and flow down his cheeks. There was no consideration or pity in what Sweden did. He just did what he intended to do from the moment he decided that Finland was going to be a part of his empire.
To Finland, it felt like forever before he finally felt the Swede go tense as he gave one final thrust and Finn felt something warm spread inside of him.
It felt disgusting.
Sweden panted, obviously exhausted and Finland laid still, his whole lower body numb with pain and his lower lip bleeding after he had bitten it too hard.
-Get off, get off, get off….-
He chanted inside of his head and after a moment he felt the Swede get up and heard him pick up his clothes. Then he heard the door open and close and finally dared to open his eyes.
The room was dark but the brightness of it hurt his eyes.
Finland didn’t move, didn’t look at himself, just stared at the ceiling and felt too numb to even cry anymore.
-What if he’d just leave me here to die?-
Sweden didn’t leave him to die of course, soon he came back, fully clothed again and started to clean Finland off.
As if it wasn’t humiliating enough.
Then he released his wrists, dressed him up and moved to stand in the doorway while Finland was still laying on the bed, looking at him with a face that showed no emotion.
“….We’re goin’ now.”
Finland didn’t move, how could he when every part of him ached?
Sweden stared at Finland and without saying anything, walked back to him and lifted him up, pressing the smaller male’s worn out body against himself and walked outside of the bedroom, through the big room, outside of the house, away from the little place Finland had called home for so long.
-He’s not even going to say anything…-
Finland closed his eyes and smiled humorlessly.
-He‘s not going to say anything at all….-
Sweden walked on, head held high as the sun started to set.
Finland then felt something cold against his cheek.
It was the cross. The one he had forgotten on the floor. The one with the metal chain.
Finland bit his lip again.
-…I hate him so much.-
Finland stops playing the beautiful melody and looks up when he feels a chill. The sun was starting to set.
-Oh, I better hurry if I want to get out of here before the night!-
He slides off the rock, lands softly on the grass and starts to run back, using the same route he walked when he came here. The forest is darker than before but he remembers the way back so well it doesn’t bother him. And he was never afraid of the dark.
As soon as he arrives at the edge of the forest, he sees two bright lights
-Huh? Odd, to think that someone would come here with a car…-
Then a familiar voice, still as gruff as it was centuries ago, calls for his name.
“Tino…?”
Finland squints his eyes and notices a person standing next to the car.
Beginning of a Syndrome 7 and Final
anonymous
July 18 2009, 22:51:58 UTC
“Su-san…? Is that you? What are you doing here?”
Sweden shrugs his shoulders.
“You said you’d go t’ walk ‘n the forest ‘nd you always come her‘..”
Finland walks to Sweden and tilts his head, smiling a bit and frowning at the same time, not knowing if he should be amused or grateful that the other came to pick him up.
“There was no need for you to come all the way just because of that, you know. You’re not responsible of me anymore.”
Finland laughs and pats Sweden’s arm when the other looks uneasy.
“But I’m glad you came, I ran a pretty long way and my legs are tired.”
Sweden nods and steps inside of the car, sitting on the drivers seat. Finland follows his example and sits down on the front seat, sighing and closing his eyes as Sweden turns on the engine and starts to drive down the bumpy road.
Sweden glances at him.
“You tired?”
Finland hums and nods, opening his eyes to smile at Sweden.
“Yeah. But this it’s getting late anyway”
Finland yawns and stares out of the window.
“Look, it’s a beautiful sunset.”
“It is.”
Finland glances at Sweden, the silent man was staring at the road, his face didn’t let out any emotion at first glance but Finland had learned to recognize every slight change of his features.
“Were you worried?”
“I wasn’t worr’d.”
Finland chuckles and closes his eyes again, feeling the movement of the car slowly make him more and more sleepy.
-Luckily not all things stay the same..-
Finland falls asleep and his head falls to hang on his side, resting against Sweden’s shoulder.
Sweden smiles slightly, even though few would be able to tell he’s smiling, and moves his right hand to rest on Finland’s knee and gently squeezes, deep in thought.
-He always likes to visit that place, Fin... I remember how he had a house there once.-
Author's Notes
anonymous
July 18 2009, 22:57:29 UTC
Okaaay there it is. I APOLOGIZE for the japanese honorifics, I don't know how something like "Russia-san" got there, forgive me.
It's late in here, I'm tired and don't remember what I should put in here so if something bothers you, please ask and I will explain whatever is bugging you later.
Re: Beginning of a Syndrome 7 and Final
anonymous
August 10 2009, 06:24:16 UTC
Oh wow. This is just. Really. Beautiful. SuFin is a twisted relationship underneath the surface indeed. The ending struck me as both sweet and disturbing. Sweden and Finland have changed over time to accommodate each other but Finland's house is still not where it used to be.
Re: Beginning of a Syndrome 7 and Final
anonymous
June 6 2010, 02:37:58 UTC
that was definitely difficult to read, especially such a sweet loving couple as SuFin, but real Sweden wasn't nice to real Finland, was it ... real history is hard to read.
…and then he was pushing in.
At that point Finland couldn’t keep quiet anymore and cried out, feeling like he was going to break in half.
Finland had never felt anything like it.
The bigger man continued to push deeper until he pulled almost completely out and slammed back inside of him, with a force that made the Finn’s breathing become uneven and forced, the pain making the first tears come out and flow down his cheeks. There was no consideration or pity in what Sweden did. He just did what he intended to do from the moment he decided that Finland was going to be a part of his empire.
To Finland, it felt like forever before he finally felt the Swede go tense as he gave one final thrust and Finn felt something warm spread inside of him.
It felt disgusting.
Sweden panted, obviously exhausted and Finland laid still, his whole lower body numb with pain and his lower lip bleeding after he had bitten it too hard.
-Get off, get off, get off….-
He chanted inside of his head and after a moment he felt the Swede get up and heard him pick up his clothes. Then he heard the door open and close and finally dared to open his eyes.
The room was dark but the brightness of it hurt his eyes.
Finland didn’t move, didn’t look at himself, just stared at the ceiling and felt too numb to even cry anymore.
-What if he’d just leave me here to die?-
Sweden didn’t leave him to die of course, soon he came back, fully clothed again and started to clean Finland off.
As if it wasn’t humiliating enough.
Then he released his wrists, dressed him up and moved to stand in the doorway while Finland was still laying on the bed, looking at him with a face that showed no emotion.
“….We’re goin’ now.”
Finland didn’t move, how could he when every part of him ached?
Sweden stared at Finland and without saying anything, walked back to him and lifted him up, pressing the smaller male’s worn out body against himself and walked outside of the bedroom, through the big room, outside of the house, away from the little place Finland had called home for so long.
-He’s not even going to say anything…-
Finland closed his eyes and smiled humorlessly.
-He‘s not going to say anything at all….-
Sweden walked on, head held high as the sun started to set.
Finland then felt something cold against his cheek.
It was the cross. The one he had forgotten on the floor. The one with the metal chain.
Finland bit his lip again.
-…I hate him so much.-
Finland stops playing the beautiful melody and looks up when he feels a chill. The sun was starting to set.
-Oh, I better hurry if I want to get out of here before the night!-
He slides off the rock, lands softly on the grass and starts to run back, using the same route he walked when he came here. The forest is darker than before but he remembers the way back so well it doesn’t bother him. And he was never afraid of the dark.
As soon as he arrives at the edge of the forest, he sees two bright lights
-Huh? Odd, to think that someone would come here with a car…-
Then a familiar voice, still as gruff as it was centuries ago, calls for his name.
“Tino…?”
Finland squints his eyes and notices a person standing next to the car.
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Sweden shrugs his shoulders.
“You said you’d go t’ walk ‘n the forest ‘nd you always come her‘..”
Finland walks to Sweden and tilts his head, smiling a bit and frowning at the same time, not knowing if he should be amused or grateful that the other came to pick him up.
“There was no need for you to come all the way just because of that, you know. You’re not responsible of me anymore.”
Finland laughs and pats Sweden’s arm when the other looks uneasy.
“But I’m glad you came, I ran a pretty long way and my legs are tired.”
Sweden nods and steps inside of the car, sitting on the drivers seat. Finland follows his example and sits down on the front seat, sighing and closing his eyes as Sweden turns on the engine and starts to drive down the bumpy road.
Sweden glances at him.
“You tired?”
Finland hums and nods, opening his eyes to smile at Sweden.
“Yeah. But this it’s getting late anyway”
Finland yawns and stares out of the window.
“Look, it’s a beautiful sunset.”
“It is.”
Finland glances at Sweden, the silent man was staring at the road, his face didn’t let out any emotion at first glance but Finland had learned to recognize every slight change of his features.
“Were you worried?”
“I wasn’t worr’d.”
Finland chuckles and closes his eyes again, feeling the movement of the car slowly make him more and more sleepy.
-Luckily not all things stay the same..-
Finland falls asleep and his head falls to hang on his side, resting against Sweden’s shoulder.
Sweden smiles slightly, even though few would be able to tell he’s smiling, and moves his right hand to rest on Finland’s knee and gently squeezes, deep in thought.
-He always likes to visit that place, Fin... I remember how he had a house there once.-
-But that was a long time ago.-
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It's late in here, I'm tired and don't remember what I should put in here so if something bothers you, please ask and I will explain whatever is bugging you later.
Thank you if you read through the fic and ciao~~
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Thank you so much for writing this. 8DD
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