Author's note: Tumblr prompt: Russia/Finland. I ship their bromance but I guess I just love SuFin the most for Timo.
It's just a kiss
It's just a kiss, Timo tells himself.
Just one kiss.
He can do this.
He survived the Kalmar Union.
And being subjected to Swedish rule.
For centuries.
Just a kiss.
He's had so many before.
Why should this be any different?
Ivan's lips are soft under his, hands coming up to hold the sides of his jaw, his neck, the touch sending shivers through Timo's body.
Just one, little kiss.
There was nothing wrong about it.
Except everything.
Timo pulls back first, his face burning. He drops his eyes, not wanting to look at the Russian.
The tears come immediately.
"I'm sorry," he whispers in Russian, thick Finnish accent with just a touch of Swedish.
"I understand," Ivan replies in kind, holding the Finnish nation to his chest.
They're the same height, his mind screams.
They're both northern warriors.
They both taste of vodka.
They're both his neighbors.
His soil is now Russian soil.
But Timo's heart remains Swedish.
"We have time," the Russian whispers. "All the time in the world."
And that's what scares him the most.
