A/N: I really don't know how this idea came to surface. I needed practice writing one shots lol. I also love the whole talking with flowers thing. Enjoy~
1 Rose
One Rose: Love at the first sight; you are the one
Tino stared at the single red rose on his front step, crimson petals peeking out from under tissue paper. Hanatamgo sniffed at it, curious.
"Who could have sent it?" mused Finland "And why only one?"
He stood there for a good five minutes, puzzling over it before slowly bending down and gently picking up the flower. Poor thing was half wilted, looking rather sad in its paper casing. Tino took it inside and set up a small vase in the kitchen window, hoping some water and light would help the flower return to normal. Sitting the small table, he stared at the lonely bloom, hoping it would be alright. He watched the flower for the rest of that day, changing the water often. He only tore himself away from it to go to bed, reluctantly climbing the stairs to his room.
In the morning, he rushed down the stairs, held breath released when he found the flower to be just as he left it. He gave it new water, noticing how well it was perking up. This day went the same as the first, watching and water changing and wondering. A single rose had a meaning, but he couldn't remember it. Something mentioned once, about the romantic language of flowers. He had a slight suspicion to who had sent it by now, but he wasn't sure yet.
This went on for about a week. Then the petals began to fall. Slowly, one by one, they detached, settling in a strangely graceful circle around the vase. Tino noticed it and panicked. He tried everything to get the rose to perk up again, but it was no use. The petals still sat there, and still dried and became brittle. When the last one fell, he put them in a small box, and tucked it away. Finland didn't know why he got so attached to the rose, but just seemed…special. Not seeing the speck of red on the windowsill was a little strange. He'd gotten so used to it. He sat in the same spot at the table, staring at the empty vase. And then the doorbell rang.
Tino opened the door, staring up at the tall, blond figure that stood there.
" h'llo, Tino."
"A-ah, Berwald" stutter the smaller blond.
" Did y' get m' rose?"
"So you're the one who sent it…" muttered Finland softly, shuffling his feet a bit.
" Did y' not l'ke it?"
" That's not what I meant…" In one of his few bold moments, Tino stood on his tiptoes to softly press his lips against Sweden's. With a soft nuzzle to the other nation's neck, he whispered "Thank you. It was beautiful"