Sweden let a yawn escape his lips, his eyes fixed on the book in his hands. Yet, his mind was on a whole different planet.
On his shoulder was Finland, looking adorable as ever. His cheeks were slightly red, probably caused by the fire burning in the fireplace. And the light seemed to make his skin glow like snow.
It was late at night when the world meeting finally ended. He could still here the loud noises of the other countries talking after Germany closed it.
Denmark was bothering Norway, earning him a bright, red slap mark. America was dragging England to eat a whole pound of herring with Canada (In which England wanted no part of). He distinctly remembered France, Spain and Prussia yelling "Let's go hit on some Swedish chicks.".
In all the craziness, Finland had lost the key to the hotel he was staying at. Sweden drove him there, only to see Finland coming back saying they couldn't find a spare. Tomorrow, Finland would come back and they would try to get the luggage from his room.
Sweden offered to break the window to get it, but Finland got scared about being arrested. So Sweden offered for him to stay at his house. With no choice, Finland agreed.
Now, Finland was sleeping on his shoulder, in the pajamas Sweden had lent him. The striped pajamas were very baggy on him, the sleeves went over his hands, and with the top few buttons still undone, the whole shirt draped off to the side and exposed his shoulder. It just made Finland even cuter than he already is.
The only reason Sweden was up was to make sure Finland's clothes finished drying. Sweden decided to put his book down since he was thinking mostly about the nation next to him.
Suddenly, Finland said something in his sleep. "Sweden..."
Sweden was curious about what Finland was dreaming about him.
"...I..." Sweden could not hear the last part because the buzzer rang on the drying machine. Sweden grumbled bad words under his breath as he got up to take the clothes out.
When he was done folding them, Sweden made his way back to the living room. He blew out the fire and threw a warm, fluffy blanket (He had bought it for nights when Finland stayed over) over Finland's body.
Since he was asleep, Sweden took the risk of kissing Finland on the forehead. As Sweden turned away, Finland let a smile form on his lips.
"God Natt, Finland..." Sweden said as he closed the door to his bedroom.
FIN.
A/N: Yay! My first Hetalia fanfic that isn't crack~! I hope you liked it! And I know you can probably guess what Sweden's saying, but in case you can't, he says "Good Night".