[fanfic] Shower power Su/Fin
Title: Shower power
Author/Artist: Me :[
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Sweden/Finland
Rating: PG? R? ;
Warnings: Shameless use of bad(?) cold and shower? Finland being the dirty-minded little thing we all know he is deep inside XD
Summary: Sweden gets sick and Finland, the sweetheart, helps him through the day... untill they end up the shower.
Inspiration: >_> Sweden in a shower with soaked clothing...
The morning light spread lazily over the floor, not yet reaching the bed, and Finland felt he could remain in bed a bit longer. It was a Saturday after all, even though the clock was showing a quarter or some such to eleven. It was also creeping towards winter and as the days kept advancing into November towards the middle of the month, the sun got lazier and lazier about getting up. Tino felt they could just as well imitate it since they didn’t have anything special to get up to.
However, that was before a harsh fit of coughing scared him alert and almost made him fly up, back erect. Almost was the word. Of course, that didn’t mean the nation didn’t flip around a 180 degrees to face the back of the bed’s other occupant.
“Su-san, are you okay?” he asked and touched the other’s shoulder, unsure if he should be as worried as the roughness of the sound made him want to feel. There was a short grunt and a nod from the larger nation before he began coughing again. Finland didn’t accept the answer and immediately sat up, scooting over to lean over so he could see the other’s face.
“You’re not okay,” he stated accusingly, supporting his weight on an arm that he placed on the other side of the nation’s body so that he lay halfway over him without touching. “Is this why you were so quiet yesterday? (More than normal you mean, Tino?) And why you wanted to go to bed earlier?”
When the only reply he got was a nod, the Finn made an irritated face. “You should have told me. Even if it might not have worsened, although it did.” Sighing, the smaller nation shook his head.
“D’dn w’nt t’ both’r you,” was the Swede’s low reply.
Letting a lopsided smile settle on his face, Finland gazed down at his hopeless partner. A “you idiot...” clearly showing on his face.
“Well, just to not aggravate it, stay in bed today, okay? That way, with luck, it’ll be gone ‘til Monday and you won’t have to take a day off. I know you hate that.” Tino smiled. “I’ll go prepare some breakfast and then we can have it in bed. Doesn’t that sound great? Do you want me to warm milk and put some honey into it?” The other nodded again and Tino gave him a light pat on the shoulder before slipping from the warm haven.
Seeing one of his masters (finally) rise, Hana-tamago got out of his little padded box with a blanket in and padded after the blond. Food, food, food, was the chant that rang through his little head.
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The day passed in stillness Sealand heading over to Latvia’s house some time after lunch for a sleepover. The boy had recently gotten his hands on some new game from Japan that he really wanted to show (and most likely play with) the other. For Finland, this was completely fine. It would just make the house even calmer. Why, had even, after Latvia graciously saying it was alright in his usual tentative voice, taken Hana-tamago with him. Thank you for smaller blessings, Finland had thought.
As the evening came around and dinner passed, Sweden hadn’t gotten out of bed much during the day except for a few hours ago. Despite wanting to help, do something at least, with the dinner, Finland had banished him to the living room. Not that he’d gotten much of a verbal protest on the matter...
Dinner and some quite reading later, the clock just passing eight in the evening, Finland tore his gaze from the pages of his novel as the other nation got up from his chair. “’M goin’ t’ bed,” Sweden explained. Finland could see the logic in that. Better sit in the bed and read if you now, by chance, would nod off. However, there was one thing he wanted before he’d let the other leave for the second floor...
“How about taking a warm shower before? It would probably do you some good, and you haven’t done that yet today,” he added the last sentence to give the other more reason to change his direction. A blink, a second of thinking and a “mm”, which Tino really wasn’t sure if it was a negative or positive reply, followed. Heaving a faint sigh, the shorter nation put down his book and got up. “Come on,” he said before (gently, he really didn’t have to use more force) dragged Sweden with him into the bathroom.
Letting go of the taller blond’s arm to let him begin to undress, Tino went over to the shower stall and turned on the water so that it would be nicely temperate when the other was ready. Turning around, Finland looked at his partner who just stood there, looking for all the world like he was still considering whether he wanted to take a shower or not.
“Come on, Su-san,” Finland coaxed as he closed the short distance between them and began pulling the thick, woolen sweater over the other’s head. “It’ll be nice once you’re under the water.” He heard Sweden grunt in reply and thought it sounded like an acceptance. Probably about that his wife wasn’t going to let him out of there before he got his will through. Sometimes-Finland thought, but wasn’t able to get any further with that train of thought. With him being shorter (if only by a bit) Berwald had to bend over a bit when the other nation pulled the sweater over his head and coming back out of it again, moving too quickly, he stumbled backwards.
A short yell of warning, consisting mostly of the other’s nickname (“Su-san!”) and a cut off “watch out”, was all that managed to get out before the other had stumbled backwards into the shower and found support for his back against tiled wall. Finland let out relieved sigh that he hadn’t fallen. The floor might not be tiled, except for in the shower stall itself, but the walls were and hitting your head on that would leave a nasty bump, if not more. Opening his eyes again, Tino could feel his grip tightening on the sweater he still held in his hands.
Leaning against the wall, water slowly soaking his clothes and making the white shirt go more and more transparent, Berwald calmly stared back at the other. He blinked once and damn, Tino could see the droplets now sticking to his eyelashes. Half-closed eyes behind glasses, water falling in small rivulets from his now completely soaked blond hair darkened a shade by the water, Berwald was looking so many degrees of hot that Tino wondered if he hadn’t caught some of the other’s fever.
Turning his head slowly, Berwald looked down at his soaked white shirt and black pants, seeming to silently confirmed that yes, he was soaked through. As though he couldn’t already feel that. Heaving a small sigh, the larger nation began to, at a seeming leisurely pace, undo the buttons of the shirt and strip out of the wet garment.
Meanwhile, Tino’s hands on the sweater were turning into rather taut fists and he was wondering if the mist that was steadily increasing in the room was due to him, Berwald or the shower. Logically speaking, one would vote for the shower but at the moment, Tino’s mind vetoed the other nation for some reason...
“Tino?” The Finn almost missed it when his name was spoken but dazedly looked up to meet the other’s calm and half-lidded and oh-so-sexy-stop-that-you-‘re-killing-me-here-you-know gaze.
“Y-yeah?” Tino would later blame the heat in the bathroom and the mist accumulating in there for his wavering voice. Right now, however, he was a bit too busy admiring the deepening aqua of Berwald’s eyes. Tino wasn’t sure, but he thought, much to his embarrassment later, that his eyes practically screamed “kill me now or take me” as their gazes met and the pale indigo-eyed nation was able to focus his mind, as well as his eyes, on the other’s orbs... instead of elsewhere.
“Y’ ok? Y’re red,” Berwald stated in an almost, to Tino, painfully obvious tone.
“Ah-ahaha! A-am I? Well, it is rather hot in here, wouldn’t you say, e-eh?” he stuttered out, stopping just short of saying the other’s personal name.
“Mm.” Oh, please don’t be that slow and oblivious just because you’re sick. I can’t make myself jump a sick person! Tino’s mind yelled (silently) at the other before he could stop himself. That water running down Berwald’s body and down the drain wasn’t the only thing going (swiftly!) down into the gutter here. Tino was about to force himself to drop the sweater that he was (still) holding on to and say that he would take his leave when the other nation suddenly, almost as if in slow motion, raised a hand from where it had been hanging by his side.
Tino’s heart skipped a beat. Was he actually beckoning him or… His eyes, unforgivingly, went to the towels lying fluffy and nicely folded on the shelves a few steps to his left. A heartbeat later, Tino felt a slight shame burn in his heart. Berwald wasn’t feeling too well and here he was standing and practically having the other for dessert. It wasn’t nice, or fair. To either of them. Shaking his head mentally, Tino strained to give his partner a smile.
“S-sure,” he said with a nod, moving to grasp a towel for the other, “just let me get-whoao!” The end to Tino’s sentence was a bit abrupt and unexpected, and certainly unplanned, when the taller nation suddenly pushed away from the wall to grab hold off the other’s arm and pull him back with him as he fell back against the tiles.
“Berwald!” Tino gasped in shock as the warm water slowly began to soak into his clothes and drench his skin.
“Mm?” the Swede replied while his arms fell to flow around the other’s waist and pull him even closer.
“I-I-I mean, you’re not feeling well.” But oh how nice this was and that slight, grunting reply didn’t sound like it was saying “you’re absolutely right”. “You’re still sick.” But right now, screw that. And yes please, do nuzzle that neck. Perhaps you could kiss it too? “A-and you should really rest.” Alright, that hand sliding down the back was totally going in the right direction. “And I don’t want you to exhaust yourself and get bedridden!” Resistance is futile. Assimilation with Teh Gutter cannot be denied.
“Mm.”
“A-and-Oh, yesss. Berwald, you god damned idiot, kiss me and shut me up instead so I don’t feel guilty over this later, would you?!”
“M’k.”
Finally.
OMAKE
... Can’t make an omake. XD It would be NC-17. Wahaha. (Can also be read as: I don’t feel like it. :P)
Author/Artist: Me :[
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Sweden/Finland
Rating: PG? R? ;
Warnings: Shameless use of bad(?) cold and shower? Finland being the dirty-minded little thing we all know he is deep inside XD
Summary: Sweden gets sick and Finland, the sweetheart, helps him through the day... untill they end up the shower.
Inspiration: >_> Sweden in a shower with soaked clothing...
The morning light spread lazily over the floor, not yet reaching the bed, and Finland felt he could remain in bed a bit longer. It was a Saturday after all, even though the clock was showing a quarter or some such to eleven. It was also creeping towards winter and as the days kept advancing into November towards the middle of the month, the sun got lazier and lazier about getting up. Tino felt they could just as well imitate it since they didn’t have anything special to get up to.
However, that was before a harsh fit of coughing scared him alert and almost made him fly up, back erect. Almost was the word. Of course, that didn’t mean the nation didn’t flip around a 180 degrees to face the back of the bed’s other occupant.
“Su-san, are you okay?” he asked and touched the other’s shoulder, unsure if he should be as worried as the roughness of the sound made him want to feel. There was a short grunt and a nod from the larger nation before he began coughing again. Finland didn’t accept the answer and immediately sat up, scooting over to lean over so he could see the other’s face.
“You’re not okay,” he stated accusingly, supporting his weight on an arm that he placed on the other side of the nation’s body so that he lay halfway over him without touching. “Is this why you were so quiet yesterday? (More than normal you mean, Tino?) And why you wanted to go to bed earlier?”
When the only reply he got was a nod, the Finn made an irritated face. “You should have told me. Even if it might not have worsened, although it did.” Sighing, the smaller nation shook his head.
“D’dn w’nt t’ both’r you,” was the Swede’s low reply.
Letting a lopsided smile settle on his face, Finland gazed down at his hopeless partner. A “you idiot...” clearly showing on his face.
“Well, just to not aggravate it, stay in bed today, okay? That way, with luck, it’ll be gone ‘til Monday and you won’t have to take a day off. I know you hate that.” Tino smiled. “I’ll go prepare some breakfast and then we can have it in bed. Doesn’t that sound great? Do you want me to warm milk and put some honey into it?” The other nodded again and Tino gave him a light pat on the shoulder before slipping from the warm haven.
Seeing one of his masters (finally) rise, Hana-tamago got out of his little padded box with a blanket in and padded after the blond. Food, food, food, was the chant that rang through his little head.
-----
The day passed in stillness Sealand heading over to Latvia’s house some time after lunch for a sleepover. The boy had recently gotten his hands on some new game from Japan that he really wanted to show (and most likely play with) the other. For Finland, this was completely fine. It would just make the house even calmer. Why, had even, after Latvia graciously saying it was alright in his usual tentative voice, taken Hana-tamago with him. Thank you for smaller blessings, Finland had thought.
As the evening came around and dinner passed, Sweden hadn’t gotten out of bed much during the day except for a few hours ago. Despite wanting to help, do something at least, with the dinner, Finland had banished him to the living room. Not that he’d gotten much of a verbal protest on the matter...
Dinner and some quite reading later, the clock just passing eight in the evening, Finland tore his gaze from the pages of his novel as the other nation got up from his chair. “’M goin’ t’ bed,” Sweden explained. Finland could see the logic in that. Better sit in the bed and read if you now, by chance, would nod off. However, there was one thing he wanted before he’d let the other leave for the second floor...
“How about taking a warm shower before? It would probably do you some good, and you haven’t done that yet today,” he added the last sentence to give the other more reason to change his direction. A blink, a second of thinking and a “mm”, which Tino really wasn’t sure if it was a negative or positive reply, followed. Heaving a faint sigh, the shorter nation put down his book and got up. “Come on,” he said before (gently, he really didn’t have to use more force) dragged Sweden with him into the bathroom.
Letting go of the taller blond’s arm to let him begin to undress, Tino went over to the shower stall and turned on the water so that it would be nicely temperate when the other was ready. Turning around, Finland looked at his partner who just stood there, looking for all the world like he was still considering whether he wanted to take a shower or not.
“Come on, Su-san,” Finland coaxed as he closed the short distance between them and began pulling the thick, woolen sweater over the other’s head. “It’ll be nice once you’re under the water.” He heard Sweden grunt in reply and thought it sounded like an acceptance. Probably about that his wife wasn’t going to let him out of there before he got his will through. Sometimes-Finland thought, but wasn’t able to get any further with that train of thought. With him being shorter (if only by a bit) Berwald had to bend over a bit when the other nation pulled the sweater over his head and coming back out of it again, moving too quickly, he stumbled backwards.
A short yell of warning, consisting mostly of the other’s nickname (“Su-san!”) and a cut off “watch out”, was all that managed to get out before the other had stumbled backwards into the shower and found support for his back against tiled wall. Finland let out relieved sigh that he hadn’t fallen. The floor might not be tiled, except for in the shower stall itself, but the walls were and hitting your head on that would leave a nasty bump, if not more. Opening his eyes again, Tino could feel his grip tightening on the sweater he still held in his hands.
Leaning against the wall, water slowly soaking his clothes and making the white shirt go more and more transparent, Berwald calmly stared back at the other. He blinked once and damn, Tino could see the droplets now sticking to his eyelashes. Half-closed eyes behind glasses, water falling in small rivulets from his now completely soaked blond hair darkened a shade by the water, Berwald was looking so many degrees of hot that Tino wondered if he hadn’t caught some of the other’s fever.
Turning his head slowly, Berwald looked down at his soaked white shirt and black pants, seeming to silently confirmed that yes, he was soaked through. As though he couldn’t already feel that. Heaving a small sigh, the larger nation began to, at a seeming leisurely pace, undo the buttons of the shirt and strip out of the wet garment.
Meanwhile, Tino’s hands on the sweater were turning into rather taut fists and he was wondering if the mist that was steadily increasing in the room was due to him, Berwald or the shower. Logically speaking, one would vote for the shower but at the moment, Tino’s mind vetoed the other nation for some reason...
“Tino?” The Finn almost missed it when his name was spoken but dazedly looked up to meet the other’s calm and half-lidded and oh-so-sexy-stop-that-you-‘re-killing-me-here-you-know gaze.
“Y-yeah?” Tino would later blame the heat in the bathroom and the mist accumulating in there for his wavering voice. Right now, however, he was a bit too busy admiring the deepening aqua of Berwald’s eyes. Tino wasn’t sure, but he thought, much to his embarrassment later, that his eyes practically screamed “kill me now or take me” as their gazes met and the pale indigo-eyed nation was able to focus his mind, as well as his eyes, on the other’s orbs... instead of elsewhere.
“Y’ ok? Y’re red,” Berwald stated in an almost, to Tino, painfully obvious tone.
“Ah-ahaha! A-am I? Well, it is rather hot in here, wouldn’t you say, e-eh?” he stuttered out, stopping just short of saying the other’s personal name.
“Mm.” Oh, please don’t be that slow and oblivious just because you’re sick. I can’t make myself jump a sick person! Tino’s mind yelled (silently) at the other before he could stop himself. That water running down Berwald’s body and down the drain wasn’t the only thing going (swiftly!) down into the gutter here. Tino was about to force himself to drop the sweater that he was (still) holding on to and say that he would take his leave when the other nation suddenly, almost as if in slow motion, raised a hand from where it had been hanging by his side.
Tino’s heart skipped a beat. Was he actually beckoning him or… His eyes, unforgivingly, went to the towels lying fluffy and nicely folded on the shelves a few steps to his left. A heartbeat later, Tino felt a slight shame burn in his heart. Berwald wasn’t feeling too well and here he was standing and practically having the other for dessert. It wasn’t nice, or fair. To either of them. Shaking his head mentally, Tino strained to give his partner a smile.
“S-sure,” he said with a nod, moving to grasp a towel for the other, “just let me get-whoao!” The end to Tino’s sentence was a bit abrupt and unexpected, and certainly unplanned, when the taller nation suddenly pushed away from the wall to grab hold off the other’s arm and pull him back with him as he fell back against the tiles.
“Berwald!” Tino gasped in shock as the warm water slowly began to soak into his clothes and drench his skin.
“Mm?” the Swede replied while his arms fell to flow around the other’s waist and pull him even closer.
“I-I-I mean, you’re not feeling well.” But oh how nice this was and that slight, grunting reply didn’t sound like it was saying “you’re absolutely right”. “You’re still sick.” But right now, screw that. And yes please, do nuzzle that neck. Perhaps you could kiss it too? “A-and you should really rest.” Alright, that hand sliding down the back was totally going in the right direction. “And I don’t want you to exhaust yourself and get bedridden!” Resistance is futile. Assimilation with Teh Gutter cannot be denied.
“Mm.”
“A-and-Oh, yesss. Berwald, you god damned idiot, kiss me and shut me up instead so I don’t feel guilty over this later, would you?!”
“M’k.”
Finally.
OMAKE
... Can’t make an omake. XD It would be NC-17. Wahaha. (Can also be read as: I don’t feel like it. :P)