[fanfic] APH: King's Gifts
I think this is the first fanfic i've finished since I fell out of the FMA fandom... not the best, but it's acticity.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
title: King's Gifts
characters/pairings: Sweden/Finland, Sealand ( i forgot hana-tamago!)
warnings: tooth-rotting goopy fluff.
"Fin. 'v g't sumth'n for y'."
"Mmm?" Finland looked up from his work, his husband towering over him with an anxious look on his face.
Well, Tino could read it as anxious. To most others the larger nation would look at best mildly constipated. "What is it, Su-san?"
"C'n't tell,'s a s'rpr'se. Outside. C'mon." Berwald jerked his chin towards the door, indicating that the slighter man should come with him.
"I'm a little busy, can it wait?"
"Got 't spec'l. F'r you."
Tino smiled, and pushed his chair back from his desk. "Well, I suppose I can take a break, if it's 'special for me'." His husband smiled back, a crook at the corner of his mouth, and led the way to the door.
Outside waited a brand new car, a blinding mass of chrome and white. The metallic chips in the paint sparkled in the warm summer sunlight, making the car shimmer like diamond dust.
Finland's eyes widened as he took it in.
" Su-... Berwald..." He ran a hand over the hood, "Why?"
"Y' said y' need'd a b'tt'r way 'f g'ttin' 'round. And h'rses 'r outdated."
"I meant.. I don't.. This is too much car for me, Berwald!"
"...Th'ght y'd like 't. Th'ght wrong." The corners of his mouth tightened and he turned away, ignoring the cries of their adopted son, who was hanging out of his window in an attempt to see the car better.
"awesome car! Is that ours? Can we keep it? I want to drive it!"
Tino took a deep breath an resolved to talk to his husband about it later before going to deal with the excitable Sealand. "Can't be helped, I guess... No, Sea, you can't drive it..."
Finland almost cringed as Berwald tried again later that evening, his puppy-ish excitement only betrayed by a small smile and a glint in the bright blue eyes. It wasn't that he wanted to discourage the Swede's rare bursts of expressiveness, but...
Sweden spoke.
"Th' car was t' much. Get th't now. Th's's better." The taller nation laid a large paper across the table, covered in crisp lines and sketches. "'S a new place. F'r us. Modern steel. N' we c'n furn'sh 't at IKEA. You c'n have y'r own study, Fin, or even y' own g'st house. So Sea.. or m'... we w'n't both'r ya?"
He trailed off as Tino tried to frame a response, brushing his bangs out of his face.
"Y' don' like this'n either." It wasn't a question.
"Berwald, we don't need all that. I like our house, it's comfortable, it's...Su-san, why are you doing this? All of this?" He made a sweeping gesture, indicating the shiny new car still sitting outside, the overly complicated meal he knew Sweden had been working on in their kitchen, the large and detailed plans laid across the dining room table they shared.
Sweden was silent, eyes downcast.
"Y'r m' wife. Seem'd down." Tino blushed, as always at the old 'joke'. Berwald fidgeted. "'Since y' been back, y' know.. Want'd t' give y' what I th'ght y' needed."
"Berwald.. I.."
Sweden moved with a grace that didn't quite match his large form to stand behind Finland and gather him into a gentle hug.
"Want'd t' make y' happy. 'D give y' anyth'ng t' make y' happy."
The shorter man sighed and reached up to hold his husband's arms, lean his head against the other man's cheek. Though they had never been officially married, they were still as much partners as any other couple among the nations.
"Su-san, you never change, do you?" He wriggled around to sit sideways in his chair so he could face his partner. "I don't need things. I'm happy to have an old creaky wooden house and an 'office' in the corner of our living room and to have Sea bother me and call me 'mama' because I have those things... with... um." Tino's matter of fact voice failed him as he flushed a deep red and made his husband meet his eyes. "I have them with you."
Berwald's face colored in response as he lifted the slighter man out of his seat for a tight embrace.
"Love y', Tino." Finland's blush didn't abate as he wrapped his arm's around Sweden's neck and snuggled in. "Dun' f'rg't that, 'kay?"
"Yes, yes, I know." His smile broadened and he pressed a quick kiss against Sweden's happy smile. "Will you put me down? Our son will be very vocal soon if he doesn't get that fancy dinner you've been working on."
"Mmm... Fin, Y' really happy w' me?"
"Yeah." His hand lingered in his husband's, giving him a small squeeze. "Really."
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Inspired by a couple lines in 'Minnie the moocher'
She had a dream about the king of Sweden,
He gave her things that she was needin',
He gave her a home built of gold and steel,
A diamond car with a platinum wheel.
He gave her his townhouse and his racing horses,
Each meal she ate was a dozen courses;
She had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes,
She sat around and counted them all a million times.
There was a bit more i wanted to fit in this that just didnt quite fit, so it ended up fluuuuuff.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
title: King's Gifts
characters/pairings: Sweden/Finland, Sealand ( i forgot hana-tamago!)
warnings: tooth-rotting goopy fluff.
"Fin. 'v g't sumth'n for y'."
"Mmm?" Finland looked up from his work, his husband towering over him with an anxious look on his face.
Well, Tino could read it as anxious. To most others the larger nation would look at best mildly constipated. "What is it, Su-san?"
"C'n't tell,'s a s'rpr'se. Outside. C'mon." Berwald jerked his chin towards the door, indicating that the slighter man should come with him.
"I'm a little busy, can it wait?"
"Got 't spec'l. F'r you."
Tino smiled, and pushed his chair back from his desk. "Well, I suppose I can take a break, if it's 'special for me'." His husband smiled back, a crook at the corner of his mouth, and led the way to the door.
Outside waited a brand new car, a blinding mass of chrome and white. The metallic chips in the paint sparkled in the warm summer sunlight, making the car shimmer like diamond dust.
Finland's eyes widened as he took it in.
" Su-... Berwald..." He ran a hand over the hood, "Why?"
"Y' said y' need'd a b'tt'r way 'f g'ttin' 'round. And h'rses 'r outdated."
"I meant.. I don't.. This is too much car for me, Berwald!"
"...Th'ght y'd like 't. Th'ght wrong." The corners of his mouth tightened and he turned away, ignoring the cries of their adopted son, who was hanging out of his window in an attempt to see the car better.
"awesome car! Is that ours? Can we keep it? I want to drive it!"
Tino took a deep breath an resolved to talk to his husband about it later before going to deal with the excitable Sealand. "Can't be helped, I guess... No, Sea, you can't drive it..."
Finland almost cringed as Berwald tried again later that evening, his puppy-ish excitement only betrayed by a small smile and a glint in the bright blue eyes. It wasn't that he wanted to discourage the Swede's rare bursts of expressiveness, but...
Sweden spoke.
"Th' car was t' much. Get th't now. Th's's better." The taller nation laid a large paper across the table, covered in crisp lines and sketches. "'S a new place. F'r us. Modern steel. N' we c'n furn'sh 't at IKEA. You c'n have y'r own study, Fin, or even y' own g'st house. So Sea.. or m'... we w'n't both'r ya?"
He trailed off as Tino tried to frame a response, brushing his bangs out of his face.
"Y' don' like this'n either." It wasn't a question.
"Berwald, we don't need all that. I like our house, it's comfortable, it's...Su-san, why are you doing this? All of this?" He made a sweeping gesture, indicating the shiny new car still sitting outside, the overly complicated meal he knew Sweden had been working on in their kitchen, the large and detailed plans laid across the dining room table they shared.
Sweden was silent, eyes downcast.
"Y'r m' wife. Seem'd down." Tino blushed, as always at the old 'joke'. Berwald fidgeted. "'Since y' been back, y' know.. Want'd t' give y' what I th'ght y' needed."
"Berwald.. I.."
Sweden moved with a grace that didn't quite match his large form to stand behind Finland and gather him into a gentle hug.
"Want'd t' make y' happy. 'D give y' anyth'ng t' make y' happy."
The shorter man sighed and reached up to hold his husband's arms, lean his head against the other man's cheek. Though they had never been officially married, they were still as much partners as any other couple among the nations.
"Su-san, you never change, do you?" He wriggled around to sit sideways in his chair so he could face his partner. "I don't need things. I'm happy to have an old creaky wooden house and an 'office' in the corner of our living room and to have Sea bother me and call me 'mama' because I have those things... with... um." Tino's matter of fact voice failed him as he flushed a deep red and made his husband meet his eyes. "I have them with you."
Berwald's face colored in response as he lifted the slighter man out of his seat for a tight embrace.
"Love y', Tino." Finland's blush didn't abate as he wrapped his arm's around Sweden's neck and snuggled in. "Dun' f'rg't that, 'kay?"
"Yes, yes, I know." His smile broadened and he pressed a quick kiss against Sweden's happy smile. "Will you put me down? Our son will be very vocal soon if he doesn't get that fancy dinner you've been working on."
"Mmm... Fin, Y' really happy w' me?"
"Yeah." His hand lingered in his husband's, giving him a small squeeze. "Really."
-------
Inspired by a couple lines in 'Minnie the moocher'
She had a dream about the king of Sweden,
He gave her things that she was needin',
He gave her a home built of gold and steel,
A diamond car with a platinum wheel.
He gave her his townhouse and his racing horses,
Each meal she ate was a dozen courses;
She had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes,
She sat around and counted them all a million times.
There was a bit more i wanted to fit in this that just didnt quite fit, so it ended up fluuuuuff.