Yours If You'll Have Me 3/?
anonymous
July 4 2009, 07:15:07 UTC
This is my favorite pairing, by the way. Sweden is also my favorite character. And I fail at accents/dialects, which I love. PRACTICEPLZ. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- It had been a long day, and Sweden was tired. Not only had he been working extra hard for the past few weeks, but he also missed holding his little Finn. Opposite of the usual effect, returning home just drained him more of late.
He stepped into the house, murmured a quick, obligatory "'M home," and stopped short. It was cold, still, and silent. Completely unlike the warm buzzings he was accustomed to.
Something was wrong.
On swift feet he carried himself through the house, scanning every room and peering into each nook and cranny. He paused, listening; could only hear his own soft, steady breaths.
Then something drew him to turn towards the bedroom he and Finland shared. It was a voice. Finland's.
He forced himself to walk, fighting down the urge to run full-speed to the other nation's side, to cut through anyone who stood between them, to hold him and never let go.
He caught sight of a blur moving into the bedroom, and stopped. Took a step. Took a breath. Readied himself for what he thought to be every possible occurrence.
"Ti--!"
A small bodied crashed into his, temporarily winding him but having little other effect. He looked down, eyes wide, and felt relief wash over him as he recognized the perfectly intact body to be Finland's.
Just as his arms began to slip comfortably around Finland's waist, Sweden noticed his companion's eyes. Something was strange about them. Dark, glazed, and half-lidded.
"...Tino?" he questioned, receiving an odd noise and a squirm in response. He frowned.
"Berwald," Finland whispered, leaning into Sweden as much as he could. "Where have you been?"
"'t work," Sweden answered automatically, realizing too late that that wasn't what Finland meant.
"No," Finland said, running his thin fingers up the back of Sweden's neck. "The last three weeks...These last three long, lonely weeks..." He drew out the words, voice cracking oddly. "Where have you been?"
Sweden found swallowing difficult, and he had no idea why.
"Nevermind," Finland said hurriedly, huskily, tugging at Sweden's clothes. "You're here now."
Sweden's hands slipped from his companion's hips and landed on his shoulders. "What're--"
A sharp, sudden tug on his short hair forced Sweden's head downward, and Finland was all too happpy to take advantage of the gasping lips. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oh my, human names! ...Oh my, dominant Finland? o__o
Yours If You'll Have Me 4/4
anonymous
July 4 2009, 07:34:39 UTC
"I can't stand it when you go," Finland said heatedly into Sweden's mouth. "Don't go anymore. Stay here."
A sort of commanding tone in the hungry whispers set Sweden's mind whirring.
"'f Ah don' work, w'll starve," he attempted. Finland giggled, and started kissing him again.
"Silly, silly," he said between kisses. Sweden wasn't reacting as he wanted. How annoying. He felt the edge of the bed brush his leg, and smiled. Sweden was falling right into his trap.
"Oh!" he cried suddenly, and collapsed onto the bed, pulling a startled and concerned Sweden after him. He was on his back, with Sweden kneeling over him, face against the smaller nation's neck.
He liked that position.
Sweden inhaled Finland's scent-gentle, wild, with a touch of alcohol and...something else.
Finland moaned and rocked his slender hips a little.
Sweden looked down at him, worried. Finland gazed sideways up, hair mussed, face flushed, eyes lustful and flirtatious.
Sweden didn't catch on.
"Fever?" he asked.
Finland shook his head, giving Sweden what he hoped was an attractive view of his neck. Sweden took no notice, and brought one strong, gentle hand to the smaller nation's forehead.
"Cold?"
"Nooooooooo," Finland groaned, impatiently wrapping his arms around Sweden and trying to pull him down. He didn't budge.
"What 's it?"
Finland stared up at Sweden. Sweden, so frightening, so gentle and caring and strong. All the things he could do with such size and strength. All the things he could do that he didn't because he was kind.
"Oh...I-it's nothing, Berwald." And he smiled. "I'm okay."
Sweden blinked at him, looking him over as if to be sure. He nodded. "'m glad."
Finland finally got him to roll over, and they lay together until sleep took over. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Ahh, sorry for the lack of smexings. Finland is disappointed, too. Hope this is satisfactory, OP-san!!
Re: Yours If You'll Have Me 4/4
anonymous
July 4 2009, 07:53:57 UTC
Somehow reading writer!anon's little small comments along with the ficlet had me lol'ing. Yup, I meant part 3.
Swedeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!!! Oh gosh you poor SLOW guy! I very very nearly want whack his head when he said "Fever?" and "Cold?" and oh man, Finland trying so hard to seduce him.
Not OP here but his anon just melted into a puddle of goo from too much silly sweetness. ^^
Re: Yours If You'll Have Me 4/4
anonymous
July 5 2009, 08:00:41 UTC
Baw, but Sweden would just be more confused, think he'd done something terribly wrong, and end up being even more distant, which is definitely not what Finland wants.
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It had been a long day, and Sweden was tired. Not only had he been working extra hard for the past few weeks, but he also missed holding his little Finn. Opposite of the usual effect, returning home just drained him more of late.
He stepped into the house, murmured a quick, obligatory "'M home," and stopped short. It was cold, still, and silent. Completely unlike the warm buzzings he was accustomed to.
Something was wrong.
On swift feet he carried himself through the house, scanning every room and peering into each nook and cranny. He paused, listening; could only hear his own soft, steady breaths.
Then something drew him to turn towards the bedroom he and Finland shared. It was a voice. Finland's.
He forced himself to walk, fighting down the urge to run full-speed to the other nation's side, to cut through anyone who stood between them, to hold him and never let go.
He caught sight of a blur moving into the bedroom, and stopped. Took a step. Took a breath. Readied himself for what he thought to be every possible occurrence.
"Ti--!"
A small bodied crashed into his, temporarily winding him but having little other effect. He looked down, eyes wide, and felt relief wash over him as he recognized the perfectly intact body to be Finland's.
Just as his arms began to slip comfortably around Finland's waist, Sweden noticed his companion's eyes. Something was strange about them. Dark, glazed, and half-lidded.
"...Tino?" he questioned, receiving an odd noise and a squirm in response. He frowned.
"Berwald," Finland whispered, leaning into Sweden as much as he could. "Where have you been?"
"'t work," Sweden answered automatically, realizing too late that that wasn't what Finland meant.
"No," Finland said, running his thin fingers up the back of Sweden's neck. "The last three weeks...These last three long, lonely weeks..." He drew out the words, voice cracking oddly. "Where have you been?"
Sweden found swallowing difficult, and he had no idea why.
"Nevermind," Finland said hurriedly, huskily, tugging at Sweden's clothes. "You're here now."
Sweden's hands slipped from his companion's hips and landed on his shoulders. "What're--"
A sharp, sudden tug on his short hair forced Sweden's head downward, and Finland was all too happpy to take advantage of the gasping lips.
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Oh my, human names!
...Oh my, dominant Finland? o__o
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A sort of commanding tone in the hungry whispers set Sweden's mind whirring.
"'f Ah don' work, w'll starve," he attempted. Finland giggled, and started kissing him again.
"Silly, silly," he said between kisses. Sweden wasn't reacting as he wanted. How annoying. He felt the edge of the bed brush his leg, and smiled. Sweden was falling right into his trap.
"Oh!" he cried suddenly, and collapsed onto the bed, pulling a startled and concerned Sweden after him. He was on his back, with Sweden kneeling over him, face against the smaller nation's neck.
He liked that position.
Sweden inhaled Finland's scent-gentle, wild, with a touch of alcohol and...something else.
Finland moaned and rocked his slender hips a little.
Sweden looked down at him, worried. Finland gazed sideways up, hair mussed, face flushed, eyes lustful and flirtatious.
Sweden didn't catch on.
"Fever?" he asked.
Finland shook his head, giving Sweden what he hoped was an attractive view of his neck. Sweden took no notice, and brought one strong, gentle hand to the smaller nation's forehead.
"Cold?"
"Nooooooooo," Finland groaned, impatiently wrapping his arms around Sweden and trying to pull him down. He didn't budge.
"What 's it?"
Finland stared up at Sweden. Sweden, so frightening, so gentle and caring and strong. All the things he could do with such size and strength. All the things he could do that he didn't because he was kind.
"Oh...I-it's nothing, Berwald." And he smiled. "I'm okay."
Sweden blinked at him, looking him over as if to be sure. He nodded. "'m glad."
Finland finally got him to roll over, and they lay together until sleep took over.
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Ahh, sorry for the lack of smexings. Finland is disappointed, too.
Hope this is satisfactory, OP-san!!
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Swedeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!!! Oh gosh you poor SLOW guy! I very very nearly want whack his head when he said "Fever?" and "Cold?" and oh man, Finland trying so hard to seduce him.
Not OP here but his anon just melted into a puddle of goo from too much silly sweetness. ^^
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x3 I thoroughly enjoyed writing Sweden's slowness.
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....Good thing I'm not him
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Nee?
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Oh man. Golden opportunity, much? Sweden, you moron.
"All the things he could do with such size and strength. All the things he could do that he didn't because he was kind."
I melted inside. Beautiful, anon. (´ω`)
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