Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia- if I did, Sealand would be a good boy and help Mama Tino do chores around the house :B

I'm currently having a bit of a writer's block on my upcoming stories and I decided to distract myself. I challenged myself to write 50 oneshot Fics with different prompts for each chapter. And the pairings are various xD I'm guessing that the minimum word count is around 500 words.

Honestly I only have a few pairings up my sleeves D: So feel free to suggest any Hetalia pairing xD


Leisure

Nothing was more satisfying to Tino than laying in the meadows with his 'husband'.

The Finnish man absentmindedly played with Berwald's golden locks, they felt so soft and silky between his fingers, a surprising contrast to the Swedish's appearance. Berwald had always held an unnerving aura and often frightened his own citizens, whether he was born with it or not, Tino still loved him. Despite the cold and menacing demeanor, Berwald was gentle and kind. Tino couldn't remember the last time they had argued nor fought against another.

Whenever Tino had the chance, he'd feel Berwald up. Not that kind of 'feel' but the soft brushes of exchange between noses or hands. Of course, those touches never wandered too far off their boundaries. In all honesty, Tino was too shy to admit that he enjoyed it just as much with the Swedish man.

Facing Berwald's direction, Tino continued to play with the other nation's hair, and occasionally brushed the Swedish's smooth pale skin. Needless to say, the Finnish man flushed softly and apologized.

However, Tino's apology was stopped by a soft grunt from Berwald. Turning his head towards the Swedish man, Tino couldn't help but feel memorized by those dazzling blue orbs.

Somehow, the smaller nation found himself gaping at almost every part of the man's body.

"T'no.." Berwald whispered softly, bringing his hand close to the Finnish's cheeks, cooling the other nation's flushed face.

"Y-Yes..Su-san?" Tino's cheeks flared again, it seemed that not even Berwald's cold hands could cool down the smaller nation.

Suddenly the Finnish man found himself swept up by the other nation and straight into the toned chest of Berwald's. Sputtering with shock, Tino struggled at first but succumbed to the heartfelt embrace.

Tino could easily feel his heartbeat speeding up as his hands innocently brushed the toned, muscular chest hidden in the Swedish's heavy blue jacket. Was he going to have a heart attack every time they hugged? Well, it wasn't as if Tino disliked their embrace, but he felt strangely comfortable. Foreign and familiar feelings engulfed the smaller nation.

Fear. Embarrassment. Bliss.

Those emotions ran through Tino's body, a part of him, fear, wasn't used to the sudden embrace or Berwald's touch and Tino often berated himself for displaying such behavior. Another, embarrassment, shook the smaller nation; despite their history together, Tino often didn't quite understand the physical greetings that lovers gave to one another. In fact, Tino was clueless in some of the daily routines that lovers took part in.

And the final one, bliss, which the Finnish man understood quite well. Tino had to admit that he was an optimist who enjoyed getting involved in delightful Finnish festivals, and their hug had left Tino brimming with happiness. Just like the time they had made love, their sweat slick bodies pressed against one another, desire running through-

Tino could feel liquid gushing from his nose.

Oh goodness. The smaller nation mentally slapped himself for staining Berwald's and his own clothes.

"T'no, let m' look at th't." Skilled and calloused hands reached for Tino's bloody nose. The Finnish man couldn't even look at his lover and resorted to staring aimlessly at the ground. Tino made a mental note to never think of those thoughts unless he was prepared.

In a matter of seconds, the coppery liquid stopped streaming, and something soft was plastered at the top of Tino's nose.

"Th're, it's all b'tter now." The Swedish man leaned over and gently patted the tip of Tino's injured nose.

Somehow, while Berwald was busy patching up his bloody nose, Tino felt extremely roused up. Was it all from loss of blood? Or was it simply just the close proximity between the two nations? Screw it. Tino didn't have time to ponder such things, his head was spinning and he desperately needed air.

"Su-san..." Tino murmured softly, "I-I need air Su-san..."

Glancing seductively at his lover, Tino edged himself closer to Berwald; he couldn't care less if Hana-tamago came up to them right now, all he wanted was a piece of Sweden. Lips curled and his violet eyes heavily lidded, Tino closed the distance between the two nations. It was breathtaking, Tino felt sensations running up and down through his spine, the kiss was perfect for the smaller nation.

"T'no..." Berwald softly moaned, it nearly drove Tino mad hearing that velvet voice of his lover. Their actions intensified with each touch, and Tino found himself in a tangible body of mess. The Finnish man was amazed by how their bodies had molded perfectly, everything seemed to fall correctly in place.

"Oh...my...gosh Su-san.." Tino wasn't sure if he could hold himself from ripping off his own clothes. Grasping onto Berwald's hair, Tino began jerking buttons off the Swedish man's jacket, it was as if he had suddenly acquired a new found lust. Any moment now, Tino nearly ripped the last of Berwald's clothing, leaving only a bright Swedish pair of undergarment.

"Su-san..." Tino was so sure that Berwald had purred in response. "I want you-"

"DE SU-YO! Why are you on top of Papa, Mama?" Oh great. The smaller nation whipped his head towards the source of the voice. Tino did not like this at all. Especially when his 'adopted' son had a video camera in his hand and Hana-Tamago on the other arm.

"P'ter..." Berwald's eyes widened like saucers and quickly covered his 'wife' and himself up.

"P-Peter! G-Go to your room! You will never, ever, speak of this again you hear me?"

"Whatever Mama, Prussia just told me to video-tape you guys, it's not like I did anything wrong. Desu yo~"

"Excuse me Peter?"

Prussia, ordering his son to take videos...of him and Su-san?

Whatever the feeling Tino harbored at the moment, it was certainly frightening. Perhaps it was the 'motherly instincts' that was hidden in the Finnish man that prompted him to protect his family.

After all, being a good 'wife' meant getting rid of rats, and the smaller nation knew exactly how to handle it.

Berwald could only hope that Prussia had better finish his will by the time Tino had gotten to him.


A/N: Hurray! Finished the first prompt xD HAHAHA DESU-YO~ Finland's going to strangle him for that! Just kidding xD What did you guys think of it? Read and Review~ Oh yeah, feel free to suggest any prompts or pairings xD