Written months ago for the kink meme, the prompt was Sweden/anyone – someone finds Sweden being a good parent incredibly sweet and sexy. This fic was a real frustration for me to complete (plus I've never written Sweden or Poland before), but I don't think I'll ever go back and fix it up, so I'll just post it and be done with it! There will be references to past Lithuania/Poland and Sweden/Finland, and also future America/Lithuania and Estonia/Finland.

"Like, that wasn't the biggest waste of time, ever!" Poland grumped loudly as he shuffled a whole sheaf of papers, his briefcase and two thick wire-bound volumes – the other two safely tucked away in his briefcase – in his hands, all concerning reviews and evaluations for international military and security cooperation. It was only day one of another round of meetings, and Poland felt more irritable than usual because Liet's boss wouldn't let him come. Something about previous commitments and whatever, blah blah blah. "Jerk," Poland grumped again. A couple of nations close by gave him a puzzled look, probably wondering who he was referring to.

Poland grunted as he picked up his heavy briefcase and papers and turned to leave. Where was Liet when he needed him to carry stuff?

"Bye Poland!" North Italy waved to him cheerfully from across the room, the other arm around an exasperated Germany.

"See ya Italy!" Poland called back, hands too occupied to wave back. He looked carefully around him at the other nations still in the room. There were a few who hadn't bolted out of there as fast as they could. He should probably say goodbye, just to keep friendly relations.

There was England, with a bad-tempered look on his face, arguing with France – well, maybe he'd skip him. Denmark was just a little ways ago, putting on his long, intimidating black coat. Why did he still wear that thing? Russia was next to him, wearing his usual creepy smile. Whatever, like he was going to go out of his way to talk to him. Ok, so next time he would be a little more friendly. Poland wrapped his arms more firmly around the papers and briefcase and started out the door.

Poland sighed and hefted his things more comfortably into his arms as he walked down the hall toward the exit closest to his hotel. A whole week of meetings without Liet here? It was going to be so boring. Plus he had no one to go out to dinners with, and he didn't know this city well enough to be wandering around alone. Maybe he could get North Italy to hang out with him a couple nights. He could even put up with the uptight Germany for that long. The two of them together were pretty funny to watch, and making fun of Germany was definitely a –

There was a whoosh of rushing air, and out of the corner of his eye Poland caught sight of something moving fast. Before he could do anything, something slammed into his legs.

"Wha – ?" Poland felt himself start to fall. He tried to catch himself with his arms, dropping all his documents in the process, and managed to get one arm out. He still hit the ground heavily on his knees, the hand holding the briefcase banging against the floor painfully.

"Owwww! What the hell!" He pulled himself halfway up to see a little kid sitting up, one hand rubbing his head.

"Bloody hell!" The kid grunted, adjusting his sailor cap.

"Hey! What is your problem! Why don't you watch where you're going!" Poland snapped at the kid, sitting back on his heels. The kid jumped up, turning back to stick out his tongue at Poland.

"You watch where you're going!" The kid retorted before taking off down the hall.

"Hey! You little brat!"

"Poland! Are you all right?"

Poland turned to see Finland hurrying down the hall to him. The Nordic nation knelt down next to him, concern peppering his voice. "Are you hurt?"

"Um, kind of! My hand totally hurts now." Poland rubbed the injured limb.

"I'm sorry about that, Peter is a handful sometimes. I'll speak to Sverige about it, don't worry," Finland assured him.

"Huh?" Finland knew that snotty brat? Wow, so the two Nordics had a kid together? This was totally awesome gossip. He so had to tell Liet!

Finland, ascertaining that Poland must be okay, started helping him gather up the loose papers on the floor. "Oh, don't you know? England's kid, well, not that England recognizes him at all, but Sverige sort of adopted him. Usually Sverige sends him home to his...island thing, if he has meetings to travel to, but sometimes Peter sneaks out. Honestly, I don't know how he finds these conferences." Finland shrugged. "Here you go," he said, picking up the last of Poland's papers and handing them over with a smile.

Poland stood up, straightening his uniform. "Thanks," he said, taking the papers with his uninjured hand. The Nordic nation seemed nice. "So that's, like, yours and Sweden's kid?"

"No, no, not our kid. He's just sort of been adopted by Sverige."

Oh. Damn, there goes his good gossip.

"But don't worry, I'll speak to Sverige about his behavior today. In fact, your hand – do you need help back to the hotel? I can go get Sverige – "

Like Poland needed the biggest Nordic nation glaring at him with that frightening look on his face. "Um, no! I'm fine. Really, just a bruise." Poland demonstrated by flexing his hand. "See? Totally fine!"

"Are you sure?" The other nation seemed very concerned.

"Yes! So, like, thanks for your help." Poland reached down and grabbed the heavy briefcase – ouch, that was his bad hand – and nodded at Finland. "See you tomorrow."

"Well, okay, see you tomorrow." Finland smiled at him and waved goodbye.

Poland beat his retreat out of there – not like that, duh – and resolved not to run into any more Nordic-nation-adopted children. Just the thought of Sweden, with his long overcoat and terrifying face staring at him – and Poland had more than enough memories of that face staring at him over the battlefield – he definitely did not need to relive that. Poland shuddered and hurried his steps. Staying in all night in his hotel room didn't seem like such a bad idea after all.

notes:

'battlefield' refers to the Polish-Swedish Wars (and were are alot).

I'm no historian, but will try to reference events here and there.