A/N: I don't own Hetalia.
Warnings: ...uhhh...none that I can think of, except for death by cheesy puns?
Middle of December. Middle of December, and the sun was still shining brightly. It made rainbows and butterflies and little worlds of light, and oh, how he wished that it would never end, that the gray skies would leave him alone...
"Wh't 'r'y' d'ing th'r?"
He blinked and smiled at the taller man, coming to stand next to him. "Just looking," and his voice was soft and gentle and had none of that war-roughness that he had feared, that had been ever-present since he'd returned from the war, bloodied and tired and smiling coldly, victoriously: someone he didn't know. Someone who scared him.
They stood in companionable silence. Plip-plop-plip-plop, and he found himself tracing the sun with a finger. The dazzling sun, muffled by rainbows and magnified by raindrops. An angel's abandoned halo.
Sweden must have a lot of work to do, Finland mused, but he still took time to visit him. How odd. How...silly. It made him love the other man more.
He leaned against the railing that was oh-so-common in his cities, nowadays--Safety Code D-97 and Health Regulations and whatever required it, but he didn't pay that much attention to it, just nodded as his officials learned of their own mistakes and scrambled to rectify them.
Admittedly, it wasn't beautiful to look at, none of the fancy Victorian scrolling on England's iron gates with gargoyles and dragons breathing metal flames; it was beautiful in its own way, with water droplets gliding gently over the pebbled stainless steel. He watched with mild interest when the rain fell on his elbows, propped on the railing, with hands fisted and tucked beneath his chin. The cold rain running down his skin--
"'ou a'r'ght?" Sweden's blue eyes held a reservoir of concern for Finland.
"I'm fine, Su-san." Rainbows and mist and fog. He stretched out his arms, seeing how far they spiraled into empty space; spread his hands to form their own little shadow rainbow. Finland looked at Sweden, tilting his head up with just a hint of a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Shall we go home? It's getting awfully chilly out here; I could use something to warm me up."
The heat in Sweden's eyes had nothing to do with his suddenly racing heart.
Laughing, he grabbed the other's arm.
The sun was still shining.