copyright; Characters Belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. Story line is free to use, but story is written by me,and I would appreciate if it wasn't stolen.

Hi hi, this is my first hetalia fan fiction, and for some godforsaken reason I chose to do SuFin, Berwald's accent is going to be the death of me, seriously, that's why I'm staying away from writing it out, if that's not going to annoy some people. I chose this story to be a little angsty and romantic, because why the hell not, I put it on M rating because of language, trigger subjects, and of course smut, gotta love that gay smut. More than writing the characters in a cannon way, I would like to explore the possibilities of these characters, and them opening up to different kinds of situations, so please don't expect the usual blushu blushu Finn, and Macho sweetheart Swede.

Summary: Tino, an aspiring erotic novel writer, who does not take shit from no one, meets a shy and easily flustered publisher, called Berwald. A weird romance blossoms, when Berwald believes, that the main character in Tino's novel, was based off of him.

Prologue:

Another boring, yet strange day was about to pass in Berwald's office. He was going to return home, have a relaxing bath, and eat a luxury meal, drinking wine, all by himself. But somehow, he was stuck in the dimly lit office, listening to a small Finnish writer, talking to him about his novel.

"And what do you want me to do about it?" Berwald uttered once the other man finally shut up, the Swede was sitting back, resting his head in his hand, that was bent at the elbow, and resting on the armrest, of his nice looking, yet comfortable leather chair, it squeaked each time, he tried to lean back.

"I want you to publish it," the Finn's voice went into a higher octave, as he spoke, absolutely ignoring the hard glare he was receiving, or the obvious glances over his body. His posture reflected his proudness in his work. The blonde mop of hair, seemed to be a little more messed up, than before he came in, and the amethyst eyes of his, that intrigued the Swede, were hooded, and he plum lips parted, revealing his two front teeth, that were sparkling white.

"An erotic novel? Are you crazy?" the Swede, whose clothes were wrinkled, and hands hands stained yellow, from all the cigarettes he smoked. His sea-blue eyes reflected his annoyance, as his face stayed stoic.

"What's wrong with it?" the smaller of the two leaned forward, letting Berwald have a good view, of what was behind his shirt, a smooth, slightly chubby stomach, and two perky nipples, "Oi, eyes up here bud," the words made Berwald blush, and look right up, trying to hide his embarrassment, that he was caught checking out the arrogant writer.

"You should look into self publication, your novel might bring shame to my company," Berwald sneered, making the Finn gasp, and stand up, the chair he was sitting on, made a loud scraping noise, under the pressure of the push,

"What did you just say? You didn't even read it, what do you know," he snarled back, his delicate hands gripping the desk in front of him, as he leaned over, closer to the Swede, trying to prove his point.

"Erotic novels are looked down on upon the society, I have to keep my reviews high quality don't I?" the words made the Finn go to his bag, unzipping it with frustration, as he took out a thick manuscript, slamming it onto the table in front of him, nearly knocking the coffee cup next to Berwald.

"Read it before you judge, I'll call you again in a week, you better of read it by then," and with that- plus a huff, and shuffling of his coat and bag. The Finn left, he left Berwald in confused frenzy. How was he supposed to read through a whole manuscript in a week?

The week passed much quicker than anyone would've thought, and surprise, surprise, Berwald actually managed to read through the manuscript, and what's more, he actually loved it. Now the Swede felt so guilty, but one point stood out to him the most of the whole story. The male lead, was way too similar to himself, from his personality to his looks.

It scared him, it scared him quite a lot actually, maybe it was some kind of coincidence, or Berwald was reading way too much into it, but damn, was the novel descriptive. It managed to turn the poor Swede multiple times. But he did something, that he would of never forgive himself for. Instead of the female lead, he imagined the Finn.

It wasn't something he would do normality, if he needed to have his 'alone time' he would just do it, porn weirded him out, and fantasising was too embarrassing. And now he lay on his bed, the manuscript beside him, open on one of his favourite sex scenes, as he stared at his hand, covered in his thick translucent fluid.

His phone rang, the obnoxiously loud noise, awakened the blushing man. He scrambled for his phone, forgetting that the Finn was supposed to phone him, and the unknown number made him panic. He pressed the answer button and cleared his throat,

"Tis Berwald from Oxen publishers," he grumbled, annoyed that he had to cut his moment short,

"What's up old man, it's Tino, did you read the manuscript yet?" he could just hear the boredom, and excitement in him. But right now, Berwald was a blushing mess, trying to calm himself, and hoping Tino didn't figure out what he did with it, that would be so embarrassing,

"Yea, I... I gotta apologize to ya, it's a great novel, but... but I can't publish it," as much as he wanted to, he couldn't, his publishing company would be shamed, forever. If he could give Tino advise, it would be to go down the self publishing route,

"You've got to be kidding me, it's not like your company is that popular anyways, it wouldn't kill you to just publish this book, and maybe you'll get more recognised, even if it's negative, you'll be out there," Tino tried to reason, but Berwald was not budging,

"I want positive attention, so I can get more people to want to publish through me," he was close to just hanging up, and telling Tino they were done, but the image of his body under those clothes popped into his mind, he realized just how lonely he was. While he was engrossed into his thoughts, he didn't hear Tino whisper cussing him out,

"Asshole," now Berwald heard that, and it made him chuckle slightly, which sounded like a grunt.

"I'll suggest something to ya, how about we go on a date, and I'll see if yer novel if really good enough to be published by me," the new confidence, made Berwald feel very proud of himself, he was rather shy if people that he might be attracted to.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, but I'm kind of desperate so fine, let's meet tomorrow in the cafe behind your company at 1 pm sharp," and with that the conversation ended, leaving Berwald with a new feeling, and a hand full of dried cum.