Warning(s): Possible Probable major fail, smut, fluff galore, early 17th century marriage rites, Hidekaz not bringing much historical accuracy for me to work with, girl on girl loving. Also, the character designs I used for Finland and Sweden are borrowed from Karahime-CatNoir’s Hetalia Genderbend Meme pic here: http://karahime-catnoir.deviantart.com/art/Hetalia-Genderbend-Meme-154797787 I’m sorry, your Su-san was just too beautiful to resist. If that helps at all.
Stockholm, 1629“Why are you smilingggg-? Sveeee
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anonymous
June 23 2010, 07:01:55 UTC
“I just don’t understand,” Finland finally speaks up. Sweden opens her mouth to respond, but the other Nation waves a hand for quiet. “Not just today, but…we’ve been in the same house one way or another for hundreds of years. Why can’t you ever share things with me?” It seems some sort of mental dam has broken inside Finland as she goes on, mistaking Sweden’s stunned silence for her normal one. Her face is reddening steadily as a sunrise, violet eyes flashing with emotions repressed for who knew how long. “I-I just want to share your burdens, Sve, but you always keep things to yourself, and…and you never even touch me-”
“T-touch y’?” Sweden chokes, utterly lost. She’s beginning to seriously think she’s dreaming now, because there’s no way Finland would ever say what she just did, especially if she’s referring to that kind of touching
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anonymous
June 23 2010, 07:03:40 UTC
Sweden dimly registers Finland’s hands threading through her hair, untying the blue ribbon binding her hair into a ponytail, but was far more occupied with the wet heat of Finland’s tongue snaking through her lips. It tastes of ale and apples and something that’s purely Finland, and the combination is utterly addictive. Wanting more, her own tongue twirls against the smaller Nation’s even as she grows light-headed from the sensation and a building need for air. Finally her body trumps desire and Sweden reluctantly pulls away from Finland, panting softly as their eyes lock
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anonymous
June 23 2010, 07:06:07 UTC
Finland just stares at her for a second, exasperation creeping into her eyes. Sweden isn’t sure what to make of it, but it turns out she doesn’t have to when the smaller Nation leans up to kiss her again. It’s hot and fierce and it’s all Sweden can to not to be burned up by it. As her arms pull Finland closer to her because even that tiny distance is unacceptable, she feels a slim hand, pleasantly calloused from holding a sword, slide under her shirt to stroke bare skin. Her breath hitches at that, the simple sensation feeling almost unbearably good, and she doesn’t even try to hold back her gasp into Finland’s mouth. The other woman makes a small humming noise of pleasure, the languid strokes of her tongue against Sweden’s gaining in intensity. She runs her fingers up Sweden’s spine, like she’s counting vertebrae one by one, then abruptly changing course to sweep across Sweden’s ribs and up till she’s reached her breast. Finland squeezes once over the binds restraining it, gently, and to her heighted senses it sends a jolt of need
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anonymous
June 23 2010, 07:08:56 UTC
“A’right,” Sweden concedes, especially since Finland makes a valid point and she does want this rather badly herself. That’s reflected in the speed with which she takes to their quarters, though the woman in her arms is deposited on the bed with total gentleness. Their eyes meet, a shiver that’s half nerves and half need running down Sweden’s spine. It’s pleasantly warm in the room-Finland evidently taking the care to get the fire going and warming pans in the bed as was her usual wont-but goose bumps still rise up on her skin. Sweden tries to tell herself it’s foolish to feel so nervous-Finland whom she’s loved so long, wanted so long, is right in front of her and beyond her wildest dreams desires this too-yet she’s seized with a sudden inability to move, not at all aided by the look of similar uncertainty the smaller Nation wears
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anonymous
June 23 2010, 07:11:20 UTC
“That’s not true,” Finland says, a hint of frustration coloring her tone. Her nimble hands work the remaining clasps of Sweden’s shirt with far more swiftness than her own shift had been undone-but then, by now she must have been feeling quite a bit more urgent. “Not the scars, I mean-and you know I have my share of those too-even back when we all lived with Denmark…you did scare me. You were so much bigger and stronger than I was, and I really was only just a servant. But…I always thought you were so beautiful, at the same time.” Finishing the task at hand, Finland lets Sweden’s shirt slide down her shoulders and off her body, leaving only breast wrappings covering her chest. With the practiced motions of one who has often had to tie her own femininity back in such a manner, Finland unwraps the bindings, and continues, “Especially your eyes
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anonymous
June 23 2010, 07:12:52 UTC
“Shh. Got ya,” Sweden murmurs, kissing down her neck to her collarbone. Finland makes a soft moan of pleasure she can’t quite hide, arching up as her fingers grip the taller Nation’s shoulders. She laves the delicate skin there, tasting warmth and something purely Finland. Sweden takes the time to trace Sverige with her tongue on soft flesh, an invisible brand to finally mark the other woman as hers. Finland stops breathing for a second, but Sweden doesn’t even have a chance to wonder if she overstepped herself before she detects the hand now on her left shoulder blade. Right over where her heart is, she feels the letters that make up Suomi pressed into skin. Finland’s touch is so hot it nearly burns, and stirs up memories of days the world was rich in magic and words themselves had the power to command
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anonymous
June 23 2010, 07:14:58 UTC
“Nn…no, it isn’t…SveeEEH-!” Finland yelps as Sweden bites high up on her inner thigh, licking at the now-bruised flesh after releasing it from her teeth. Normally, such a reaction from the other woman would have her worrying she had done something wrong, but the surprisingly lustful tone Finland’s voice is laced with only compels her on. Her last thread of self-restraint snapping, Sweden spreads glistening pink folds with gentleness at odds with the urgency she’s feeling. Bowing her head slightly, she traces the divide of Finland’s body, savoring her before plunging in with abandon
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anonymous
June 23 2010, 07:17:23 UTC
“How interesting…it’s different from mine, Sve’s taste…” Finland’s voice is pure husky sensuality, and so natural and unselfconscious the taller Nation trembles at the sound of it. “But it’s really good…” Another smoldering smile is sent Sweden’s way before she finds the Finn’s leg between hers, braced directly against her core. Stimulated as she is without any attention to her own need, Sweden shudders hard and feels her whole body clench up from that alone. “You’ll oblige me since I want more, right
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anonymous
June 23 2010, 07:19:46 UTC
Not that Finland is just lying back idly. Now that her recovery is complete, she turns her attention to evening the score between herself and Sweden. Her leg rocks against the taller Nation’s center once more, the friction building up with tantalizing speed as she trails biting kisses along her shoulder. Going so long without any sort of relief as she has, it isn’t long until Sweden feels her inner muscles starting to clench up as she grows close. It just spurs her to pick up her own pace, to bring Finland to the same levels of dizzying pleasure she is feeling. Judging from the needy cries Finland was letting out as she writhed beneath her, it is definitely working
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anonymous
June 23 2010, 07:22:29 UTC
Helsinki, 2009Finland really does enjoy watching Sweden in the depths of some crafting project. Not for the work so much as the woman herself, holding herself with the calm confidence of one whose skill is without question. It isn’t just that-her focused face, brows knit in concentration and mouth set in a steady line-is really terribly cute
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anonymous
June 23 2010, 07:26:32 UTC
“It’s like Estonia to think of something so practical,” Finland comments, walking around to take a look at the secret compartment. “When you live with Russia, a little privacy is worth more than-” She stops midsentence, spotting a small silk bag tucked in the very back of the panel, so tiny it could easily fit in the palm of her hand. Reaching out with trembling fingers, she picks it up. Her throat is dry and her eyes growing wet as she looks down at the sachet. Finland remembers now, what she had hidden away in the armoire, so long ago even she had forgotten about it
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anonymous
June 23 2010, 07:30:34 UTC
“Yes,” Finland answers simply, smiling up at Sweden. “We’re Nations, but we’re people too. I think it’s fine if it’s just between us. Even our kind has the right to some personal choice
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anonymous
June 23 2010, 07:33:07 UTC
“Yeah!” Sealand exclaims excitedly. Finland can’t even remember the last time she had that much youthful enthusiasm herself as the micronation bounces in place. “I got this really awesome game, and we’re going to watch a movie, and-”
“Yes, yes,” Finland straightens Sealand’s hat where it’s gone askew on her head, noticing the overnight bag slung over her shoulder. “If you’re already packed you may as well. Just call when you get there, alright?”
“Kay,” Sealand chirps, pirouetting on her heel to hug Finland, then Sweden. She heads for the door before pausing and turning back with a gleam in her eyes that reminds Finland all too much of England’s pirate days-for all Sealand sulks about it, it’s obvious whose sister she is. “Hey, Papa?”
“Mm?” Sweden lifts her brows, inviting their daughter to continue.
“If it’s possible, I’d like a sister,” Sealand continues in a hopeful tone. Finland turns even redder at that, her mouth opening and shutting as words fail her. It doesn’t help that Sweden actually nods, face totally sincere
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anonymous
June 23 2010, 07:35:15 UTC
Author’s Notes: Not much this time around-doesn’t help that my much beloved Swedish-Polish War strips are…not the most historically accurate, orz. BUT SUFIN FLUFF WHO CARES AMIRITE? *righteously bricked
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Any nations femme!slash smut, fem!Sweden/fem!Finland
Warning(s): Possible Probable major fail, smut, fluff galore, early 17th century marriage rites, Hidekaz not bringing much historical accuracy for me to work with, girl on girl loving. Also, the character designs I used for Finland and Sweden are borrowed from Karahime-CatNoir’s Hetalia Genderbend Meme pic here: http://karahime-catnoir.deviantart.com/art/Hetalia-Genderbend-Meme-154797787 I’m sorry, your Su-san was just too beautiful to resist. If that helps at all.
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“Yes, yes,” Finland straightens Sealand’s hat where it’s gone askew on her head, noticing the overnight bag slung over her shoulder. “If you’re already packed you may as well. Just call when you get there, alright?”
“Kay,” Sealand chirps, pirouetting on her heel to hug Finland, then Sweden. She heads for the door before pausing and turning back with a gleam in her eyes that reminds Finland all too much of England’s pirate days-for all Sealand sulks about it, it’s obvious whose sister she is. “Hey, Papa?”
“Mm?” Sweden lifts her brows, inviting their daughter to continue.
“If it’s possible, I’d like a sister,” Sealand continues in a hopeful tone. Finland turns even redder at that, her mouth opening and shutting as words fail her. It doesn’t help that Sweden actually nods, face totally sincere ( ... )
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I just love it, author!anon~
Captcha: Caviare Proposal. Sve should have taken Fin out to dinner first? Romantic and all, but I liked the post-non-battle drinks, myself...
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