~SuFin, into the night~
The hallway was dim, as always. Sweden was out with the rest of the Nordics, probably partying. Finland had been asleep when they left, and Sve left a note describing how Denmark wouldn't stop complaining until he went with him and Norway to a new bar. Iceland was out with Sea-kun, probably causing mischief. The thought caused Finland to smile. He could almost taste the boredom. Tino remembered the last time he did something daring. It was a while back, though he could remember it as though it was just last weekend.
Tino sat against the blue painted wall. He considered going to lie down in Sweden's bed (seeing as to how it was basically they shared a bed, but in Sweden's room, and Sweden made it) but decided he wasn't so tired. Maybe he should make dinner for a change? "Nej… last time Sweden figured out what was in it and…" Tino thought aloud, his voice trailing off. One thought continuously hit him, Viola… play your viola… it has been too long. Yet, another thought countered it, you need the other Nordics to play with you… it's impossible to play without Sweden's bass, Denmark's cello, and Norway and Iceland's Violins. "Screw it all…" Tino got up, shaken at first and headed for the room that kept each wonderful instrument. He got his Viola and his bow, rosining it prior to bringing the bow out of his room. The Finn headed for Sve's room.
After tuning and practicing for a good 15 minutes, Tino began, a beautiful song emitted from the smaller instrument. Changing bowing levels quickly, fingers coordinating throughout each string, occasionally shifting. All of this was off memory. Tino slowed and brought his bow to forte. Slowly but loudly, he played the A string, remembering how he would duet the song with Norway, and his higher pitched instrument would create harmony with the deeper sounding viola. Back to the G, C and D strings after his current measure. Finland slowed and brought his bow to mezzo- piano… piano… perfect. He always had trouble with coordinating his bowing lane, level, and fingers in the previous measure.
The door flung open, causing Tino to jump, song ending with the mistake of a C string. "Fin-fin~~~" A familiar yet not so familiar voice sang. "I am home~~" The Finn turned to find a drunken Dane in the doorway. The mere sight of it all made Tino laugh. Setting his instrument on the bed, Finland guided Denmark to his room. More like dragged. Seeing Sweden in the hall and Norway locking himself in his room made him more cheery. Seems as though they were all back. Mathias, falling in nearly every other step hurt Finland's arms. He set him on his bed and shut the door beside him.
Reentering the Swede's room, Finland saw Su-san lying back, asleep… almost. He looked half asleep, yet he still had his eyes open. "F'nland… c'n y' please pl'y me s'me music…?" Tino sat beside him and agreed, "Sure, what would you like me to play?"
"One 'f y'r folk s'ngs."
"Of course~" He smiled, a light blush across his face.
He once more picked up his bow and set his fingers on the G string. Three fingers. He was to play the G note first. He gradually increased speed and volume of the notes. The thoughts of Sweden watching, yet not playing his instrument caused Tino to become nervous. What if he messed up? Sweden would definitely catch it. One wrong note… one wrong fingering… his failures increased the more he thought about it and his blush grew too. He had become flustered with himself. Sve pulled at his arm, "'s ok F'n. Y' d'n't h've t'…"
"Sve… Sorry I… I just…"
Sweden sat up, "S't't down F'n…" Finland did as he was told. He set it on his desk. Crawling back into bed, he asked Sweden, "What about dinner?"
"Wh't ab't't?"
"Should I cook it or you? I am the most sober of us all… but it doesn't seem like you drank too much…"
"'Ll cook 't t'night."
"Ok~!"
