APH FANFIC: He can take care of himself (SwexFinxRus)
Please, don´t judge me, this is my first fan fic ever :)
So, if you don´t know what Axis Powers Hetalia is, and/or don´t like this triangle thingy in this, you might not want to read this.. please find out about it. I assure, you won´t be disappointed ;D
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It was quiet. Almost too quiet. There was no Hana-Tamago barking and welcoming him. There was no Tino standing at the door, waving and smiling.
"Oh, please, don´t let it be true.."
Berwald closed his fist on the door knuckle and turned it. Trembling, but not noticing it, he opened the door and stepped in. Still trembling and his heart racing he looked around. The house was empty. So it was true after all. The rumors that had forced him to come back home, to check everything was alright. Berwald glenched his hands into fists. Ivan, that bastard! How could he come and just steal his wife? Berwald stood in the middle of the living room, looking bewildered and shocked. He knew Tino. That man sure was small and looked weak, but he was fiery and a person who wouldn´t give up without a fight. So why was everything so neat? Sure, if Ivan had tried and force Tino to come with him, there would be some traces of a fight. But everything; chairs, shelves, everything was in order and on its rightful place. Disbelief started to fill Berwald. It couldn´t be right. That possibly couldn´t have happened, Tino would´ve never left him, for Ivan! He just couldn´t believe it. Berwald sat on the couch, shaking, and buried his face into his hands. He had thought that Tino was happy with him. But apparently he hadn´t been enough. And without a warning, tears started to fall on his cheeks. What would he do now? It felt like there was a huge piece missing from him. A huge piece that was created by a tiny Finn...
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Tino felt a thick, rough scarf on his face. Ivan had wrapped it around him. They were heading to Moscow, to Ivan´s house.
"Are you cold?" Ivan asked suddenly.
"N-no. Why?"
"You´re trembling."
Tino looked away. He didn´t want the Russian to see, how big tears rolled to his cheeks. Why, oh why had he left with him? He could´ve just said no. But when he wanted, Ivan knew how to be charming and attractive. Tino scratched Hana-Tamago, who was lying on his lap, and thought of Berwald. How would he react? Tino regretted more and more every minute. He hadn´t even written a letter to Berwald. Oh, how he missed him already... Tino felt an arm tightening around his slim shoulders.
"Is something wrong?" Tino looked up to Ivan´s usually icy eyes. They were now full of concern and agony.
"You want to go back to him, da?" He wiped few tears from Tino´s cheek. He smiled sadly.
"I knew this was going to happen.."
"No", Tino answered. Ivan looked amazed.
"I want to come with you." Tino looked determined. He took Ivan´s hands into his, and rose a bit to give his strong and mighty companion a soft, gentle kiss. He felt a pinch in his heart, but he didn´t care.
Berwald can take care of himself.
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Do I need to explain? This is happening in the beginning of the 19th century, to be more exact, at 1809, when Finland moved from Sweden to Russia. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finland#Swedish_era_.281249.E2.80.931809.29)
Hopefully you enjoyed ^^
So, if you don´t know what Axis Powers Hetalia is, and/or don´t like this triangle thingy in this, you might not want to read this.. please find out about it. I assure, you won´t be disappointed ;D
* * *
It was quiet. Almost too quiet. There was no Hana-Tamago barking and welcoming him. There was no Tino standing at the door, waving and smiling.
"Oh, please, don´t let it be true.."
Berwald closed his fist on the door knuckle and turned it. Trembling, but not noticing it, he opened the door and stepped in. Still trembling and his heart racing he looked around. The house was empty. So it was true after all. The rumors that had forced him to come back home, to check everything was alright. Berwald glenched his hands into fists. Ivan, that bastard! How could he come and just steal his wife? Berwald stood in the middle of the living room, looking bewildered and shocked. He knew Tino. That man sure was small and looked weak, but he was fiery and a person who wouldn´t give up without a fight. So why was everything so neat? Sure, if Ivan had tried and force Tino to come with him, there would be some traces of a fight. But everything; chairs, shelves, everything was in order and on its rightful place. Disbelief started to fill Berwald. It couldn´t be right. That possibly couldn´t have happened, Tino would´ve never left him, for Ivan! He just couldn´t believe it. Berwald sat on the couch, shaking, and buried his face into his hands. He had thought that Tino was happy with him. But apparently he hadn´t been enough. And without a warning, tears started to fall on his cheeks. What would he do now? It felt like there was a huge piece missing from him. A huge piece that was created by a tiny Finn...
* * *
Tino felt a thick, rough scarf on his face. Ivan had wrapped it around him. They were heading to Moscow, to Ivan´s house.
"Are you cold?" Ivan asked suddenly.
"N-no. Why?"
"You´re trembling."
Tino looked away. He didn´t want the Russian to see, how big tears rolled to his cheeks. Why, oh why had he left with him? He could´ve just said no. But when he wanted, Ivan knew how to be charming and attractive. Tino scratched Hana-Tamago, who was lying on his lap, and thought of Berwald. How would he react? Tino regretted more and more every minute. He hadn´t even written a letter to Berwald. Oh, how he missed him already... Tino felt an arm tightening around his slim shoulders.
"Is something wrong?" Tino looked up to Ivan´s usually icy eyes. They were now full of concern and agony.
"You want to go back to him, da?" He wiped few tears from Tino´s cheek. He smiled sadly.
"I knew this was going to happen.."
"No", Tino answered. Ivan looked amazed.
"I want to come with you." Tino looked determined. He took Ivan´s hands into his, and rose a bit to give his strong and mighty companion a soft, gentle kiss. He felt a pinch in his heart, but he didn´t care.
Berwald can take care of himself.
* * *
Do I need to explain? This is happening in the beginning of the 19th century, to be more exact, at 1809, when Finland moved from Sweden to Russia. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finland#Swedish_era_.281249.E2.80.931809.29)
Hopefully you enjoyed ^^