Author: taivaspoika - that's me!
Word count: 251 + AN
Title: Something Safe
Rating: General
Genre: Romance/General(fluff)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sweden/Prussia
Warnings: A crack pairing? Nothing, really.
Summary: Sweden finds it hard to believe in relationships.
Disclaimer: Well, rather obviously I don't own Hetalia. If I did, well, this wouldn't be crack. Ha.
AN: Well, yea. This is written for me, my sis and our friend. BECAUSE. We're like the only guys in the world who love this pairing.
…but Sweden used to own a part of Prussia way back in 16xx or something.
Anyways, I'll be writing more of these two!
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For a nation, it was bad to have a relationship with another just for love. It had to be of some political benefit - always. No matter what, no matter when, and, most importantly, no matter who.
If you got drunk and - accidentally - slept with wrong nation, the fragile balance of world peace would be on stake.
So, ever since Finland had left with Russia, Sweden had made sure that he would, well, isolate himself from other nations - more or less. To protect the balance, he convinced himself.
As if.
He was a man, after all. All men, even if they were countries, needed someone in their life. To be with another nation, though... It had it's own problems. There was always the chance to be with a human, but, really, Sweden wasn't that desperate. Besides, those little humans got really strange ideas about being 'special' and, to be truthful, they died so soon.
And then, one day, the perfect solution practically bumped into him.
Prussia. The one who used to be a powerful nation, but, even after losing all his land, he was still there. Now that was special.
Every single time Prussia passed by, Sweden would turn his head and watch as the other male walked into the distance.
Long arms draped themselves around his shoulders. "Whacha thinkin' 'bout?"
Sweden rested his head back, against the other's chest. "...y'."
With a soft chuckle, Prussia leaned down and planted a kiss on top of the blonde's head.