APH: You're Home Late. -Part 3/5 ((SwedenxFinland))
(( Lol. Forgive my murdering of the space-time continuum... I originally planned to have this story take place in current time, but then I realized that the two supposedly don't live together anymore in the Hetalia comics at this point. But I wanted to include modern technology and their old uniforms...... So......whatever.... I'm fudging the details a bit. :3 Also, shoot me for writing superuke!Finland, but I felt like it. <3 ))
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He woke up on the couch at midnight with Hanatamago snuggled under one arm. The Moomins was still playing on TV, though the sound was muted. Something had to be wrong, Tino decided, sitting up in an instant. Something serious had to be going on if Berwald was being kept at work this late.... but what could it be? Their relations with the other nations were fairly uninvolved.... And if something was wrong, Finland should have heard about it, too, right?
'Maybe he doesn't want to worry me?' Alright. He would just call up the Swedish office and find out what was going on. Whatever it was, he would explain to Berwald, he could handle it. No need to worry. They could get through it together. Tino dragged his body off the couch and into the kitchen. After a few minutes of simply staring at the telephone, he picked it up and dialed.
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"Yes, calling from Finland. Um... I hadn't been updated in a while on the state of... um- national security. How is Sweden?"
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"Um- well, I would, but he's been so busy lately that I haven't-"
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"Huh? Well, no, he hasn't come home yet. What- what time did he leave, exactly?"
Hanatamago yipped and yapped and zoomed his little paws across the floor so that it was difficult to hear what was being said on on the other end of the line. When Tino finally understood, however, he felt his stomach sink.
"O-Okay. Thank you..." He listened to the dial tone for a while before hanging up. "Su-san hasn't been at the office since two o'clock," he told the little dog. Hanatamago barked and scampered away into the living room. Tino's shoulders slumped. What exactly had been going on the past few weeks? Suddenly more upset than he probably should have been, he pulled a chilled bottle of Koskenkorva Viina out of the fridge and brought it to the table, pouring himself a generous amount.
"Whyyy.... would he lie to me.........?" A few drinks down and he was complaining loudly with no one to listen. Hanatamago, who hated the smell of alcohol, had refused to come back to the kitchen. Tino had resorted to balancing his chin on the table and was glaring at the condensation on his glass as if it were his worst enemy. "Heeee *hic* n-never lies to meee....." A funny sensation, warm and tingly, spun through his head, so he closed his eyes. "Su-san... even.... hasn't even called me 'wife'...... in.... and he always does that! Even though... he knows Idon'tlikeit....!"
"Tino?" He jumped at the sound of his name, though it took a second for his reflexes to allow him to turn around and see Berwald come in from the hall.
"You...You... Su-san, you lied to me!" Before the taller man could say anything, Tino was stumbling out of his chair, pointing an accusing finger at him. His cheeks were blushing an impassioned red from the mixing of alcohol and anger in his blood. "You haven't been at work, have you?" he slurred, finding it hard to get the right words out. Through the haze he could see the surprise on Berwald's face. So that was right.... he had lied all this time. "Y-you... are avoiding me, aren't youuu?" He felt tears building up, scalding his eyes. "You don't... like me anymore?"
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((To be continued in Part 4/? :D))