Author's note: Tumblr prompt was Sweden/Finland. I picked The Winter War since I've been reading about it and Himapapa drew a sketch of them.


So tired

A warm body scoots in under the sheet behind him. Sleepily Timo thinks for a moment, trying to work through the haze to remember who this is; the body is familiar, holding him as if they were made for each other.

Then his mind remembers who this must be, and let's him start to drift back to a sleep more peaceful than before.

"So tired," he groans, because he wants to say something to signal that he appreciates what Berwald is doing. That he knows the risk and that it means the world to have him here. That no matter what happens, no matter what passes between Finland and Sweden, Berwald has always loved him and Timo will always love him in return.

"I know." His Swedish accent is as thick as ever on Finnish words. "Sleep. I'll protect you."

"Umm humm." Despite the energy it takes Timo rolls over, his nose buried in Berwald's chest, their legs tangling together. "I love you Be." Maybe if it had been day he wouldn't have admitted that out loud, but as it was he was too tired to feel any shame in those simple words he once said so often.

Lips kiss his nose; he notices Berwald isn't wearing his glasses. "I love you so much Timo." He tilts his head back for a kiss, Swedish lips finding his, and it's all worth it just for this.

"Stay till I wake up?" the Finn whispers as dreams start to wash over him.

Lips kiss his nose once more, and he goes back to sleep.