Up near the arctic, you don't just get looong dark nights, on the flip side you get like, 14 hour days given the season. This was originally going to be a fill for the 'fluffy without sex' prompt, but when I was going to post it I realized I'd misread the details and thought it was a general "fluff without sex" and not "post-coital snuggling' sort of prompt.
Maybe I'll fill this req again? This is a little thing...
-- Sweden sets his briefcase down and undoes his shoes as he comes home. It's been a long day, and the light is still bright, almost maddeningly so. The house is quiet. Sweden goes from room to room, looking for his family. He finds them in the master bedroom, all curled up in a pool of sunlight. From the mussed sheets and knocked over throw pillows, he thinks a truly epic tickle fight must have occurred.
Hanatamago rests on his side, his little stubby legs kicking through the air as he dreams. Sealand has a thumb in his mouth, and his sockless feet are sticking out of the covers. Finland's arm is over him He fixes the covers and pulls them back all the way so they don't catch cold.
It looks as if after the tickling fest - or somewhere in the middle - they simply fell down in exhaustion. This is not uncommon, given they both suffer sleeplessness from the constant onslaught of brightness.
Sweden pulls out the latest treat to bring home: four eyemasks - or whatever they are called - for travelers. They're dark enough to keep out the intrusive, burning sunlight. He slips one over Sealand's eyes, and he doesn't stir. There's a small one for Hanatamago that will surely be chewed through by the time they wake.
The last is for Finland. Finland stirs slightly at the touch.
"Mmm..? Sverige?"
"Shh. 'S alr'ght."
He climbs in beside them without bothering to change his clothes. They can be cleaned and pressed, the price won't be that much. He slips the last eye mask over his face and sighs contentedly as he nuzzles into his wife's neck and puts his arm around his waist. Finland snuggles in, sleepily.
"Glad you're glad...." he says.
"'e too."
There they are, Papa bear, Mama bear, baby bear and doggy bear as Sealand had said the first time he heard that tale. This is the sum of his happiness. He can not ask for more than coming home to a long moment like this.
Sufin family fluff
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?replyto=5796311
This can be considered the other side of the coin to this: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/13943.html?thread=37803383#t37803383
the title comes from "Golden Slumbers" which is a lullaby. You can see all the lyrics here: http://www.babycentre.co.uk/baby/sleep/lullaby/goldenslumbers/
Up near the arctic, you don't just get looong dark nights, on the flip side you get like, 14 hour days given the season. This was originally going to be a fill for the 'fluffy without sex' prompt, but when I was going to post it I realized I'd misread the details and thought it was a general "fluff without sex" and not "post-coital snuggling' sort of prompt.
Maybe I'll fill this req again? This is a little thing...
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Sweden sets his briefcase down and undoes his shoes as he comes home. It's been a long day, and the light is still bright, almost maddeningly so. The house is quiet. Sweden goes from room to room, looking for his family. He finds them in the master bedroom, all curled up in a pool of sunlight. From the mussed sheets and knocked over throw pillows, he thinks a truly epic tickle fight must have occurred.
Hanatamago rests on his side, his little stubby legs kicking through the air as he dreams. Sealand has a thumb in his mouth, and his sockless feet are sticking out of the covers. Finland's arm is over him He fixes the covers and pulls them back all the way so they don't catch cold.
It looks as if after the tickling fest - or somewhere in the middle - they simply fell down in exhaustion. This is not uncommon, given they both suffer sleeplessness from the constant onslaught of brightness.
Sweden pulls out the latest treat to bring home: four eyemasks - or whatever they are called - for travelers. They're dark enough to keep out the intrusive, burning sunlight. He slips one over Sealand's eyes, and he doesn't stir. There's a small one for Hanatamago that will surely be chewed through by the time they wake.
The last is for Finland. Finland stirs slightly at the touch.
"Mmm..? Sverige?"
"Shh. 'S alr'ght."
He climbs in beside them without bothering to change his clothes. They can be cleaned and pressed, the price won't be that much. He slips the last eye mask over his face and sighs contentedly as he nuzzles into his wife's neck and puts his arm around his waist. Finland snuggles in, sleepily.
"Glad you're glad...." he says.
"'e too."
There they are, Papa bear, Mama bear, baby bear and doggy bear as Sealand had said the first time he heard that tale. This is the sum of his happiness. He can not ask for more than coming home to a long moment like this.
The light shines on behind them.
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