Spilt Sugar, Part 2/2
anonymous
May 27 2009, 02:04:01 UTC
Spilt Sugar: Part 2/2 ---
Finland himself didn’t have many black-colored clothes, but he made an effort to find some. Sweden had already been wearing some dark clothes, so he hadn’t changed. They were in their field of a backyard, Sweden standing, Finland crouched down, both of them looking at what had taken them an hour to create.
It looked like, for all intensive purposes, a mound of soil with a makeshift cross sticking out of it, but it was much more than that. They had wrapped Hanatamago’s tiny body in the blanket that he loved to play tug-of-war with, and Sweden had dug the hole while Finland took two sticks and tied them together with some twine. It was the best they could do, for now.
Finland had stopped sobbing, but he hadn’t stopped crying; his eyes were red and puffy, but still leaking droplets of saltwater. Sweden hadn’t cried; instead, his jaw looked like it was stuck in one place, and his eyes were dark.
They stayed and stared in silence, a soft breeze ruffling the grass and wildflowers around them, the sun still shining so happily, but it shouldn’t be, it shouldn’t, not when such a sad thing had happened.
It was Sweden who broke the silence, oddly enough.
“Finland.”
No response.
“Finland, we sh’d go ‘nside.”
“…I don’t want to.” When Sweden didn’t respond, he went on, reaching up to wipe his eyes. “I just…it’s like…he left us in his sleep…and…and we couldn’t stop him…” His shoulders shook. “W-we should’ve gotten him check out sooner, I…I dunno…” His breath started to hitch, like a warning. “Su-san, we should’ve realized…” His tears started to come faster, and Finland was so caught up in wiping them away that he didn’t realize that Sweden had kneeled down next to him until he was being held by strong arms.
“Ssh…” Sweden’s voice was soft, but in a low, kind of growly way that only his voice could sound like. “‘S okay, Finland.” He held him a little tighter. “He’s ‘n dog heav’n now. Uh…” Sweden swallowed, pausing, as if trying to gather his thoughts. “He’s play’n w’th all th’ oth’r dogs ‘n hav’n lots a’ fun. Pr’mise.”
And Finland wanted to cry a little harder, then, because Sweden was trying his best to cheer him up (or perhaps to cheer both of them up), even though they both knew that it would take time for them to heal. Without Hanatamago, the house would seem emptier, and a little bit of their hearts would go with him.
Fin --- Writer!Anon would like to apologize if this wasn’t to your taste, but I tried my best. ^^; Also, sorry for the mess up with the above post; should've titled it better...my bad.
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Finland himself didn’t have many black-colored clothes, but he made an effort to find some. Sweden had already been wearing some dark clothes, so he hadn’t changed. They were in their field of a backyard, Sweden standing, Finland crouched down, both of them looking at what had taken them an hour to create.
It looked like, for all intensive purposes, a mound of soil with a makeshift cross sticking out of it, but it was much more than that. They had wrapped Hanatamago’s tiny body in the blanket that he loved to play tug-of-war with, and Sweden had dug the hole while Finland took two sticks and tied them together with some twine. It was the best they could do, for now.
Finland had stopped sobbing, but he hadn’t stopped crying; his eyes were red and puffy, but still leaking droplets of saltwater. Sweden hadn’t cried; instead, his jaw looked like it was stuck in one place, and his eyes were dark.
They stayed and stared in silence, a soft breeze ruffling the grass and wildflowers around them, the sun still shining so happily, but it shouldn’t be, it shouldn’t, not when such a sad thing had happened.
It was Sweden who broke the silence, oddly enough.
“Finland.”
No response.
“Finland, we sh’d go ‘nside.”
“…I don’t want to.” When Sweden didn’t respond, he went on, reaching up to wipe his eyes. “I just…it’s like…he left us in his sleep…and…and we couldn’t stop him…” His shoulders shook. “W-we should’ve gotten him check out sooner, I…I dunno…” His breath started to hitch, like a warning. “Su-san, we should’ve realized…” His tears started to come faster, and Finland was so caught up in wiping them away that he didn’t realize that Sweden had kneeled down next to him until he was being held by strong arms.
“Ssh…” Sweden’s voice was soft, but in a low, kind of growly way that only his voice could sound like. “‘S okay, Finland.” He held him a little tighter. “He’s ‘n dog heav’n now. Uh…” Sweden swallowed, pausing, as if trying to gather his thoughts. “He’s play’n w’th all th’ oth’r dogs ‘n hav’n lots a’ fun. Pr’mise.”
And Finland wanted to cry a little harder, then, because Sweden was trying his best to cheer him up (or perhaps to cheer both of them up), even though they both knew that it would take time for them to heal. Without Hanatamago, the house would seem emptier, and a little bit of their hearts would go with him.
Fin
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Writer!Anon would like to apologize if this wasn’t to your taste, but I tried my best. ^^; Also, sorry for the mess up with the above post; should've titled it better...my bad.
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Not OP 2.
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Thanks for filling it.
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