My girlfriend a while back requested a military SuFin fic, so this is what I came up with. Short, sweet, and it'll rip your heart out. Enjoy! I do not own Hetalia but I do own this itty bitty story.
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It didn't happen very often, when they got to see each other.
Living in separate barracks did that to you. It kept you apart, away, as if a void of ice and wood and nails and iron would be enough to tear you away from each other, away from the special something you both had and shared.
That's what it felt like, to be separated night after night. By day light they were together, yes. They ate together, sitting so close to one another on the nicely polished benches in the mess hall, so that they could hold each others hands secretly under their Helsinki grey military sweatshirts.
They practiced together, though there wasn't much time for talking and touching and watching when they were supposed to be so focused on firing arm shooting and knife play and all the other specially required activities that they were prepared to learn.
There wasn't much time at all really. Not enough to sneak a kiss or two before the shrill brass bell sounded out, not long enough for hands to linger and clasp against one another, to run along chests and collar bones and cheeks bitten pink from the cold.
It wasn't long at all and they felt it, everyday. They had to pretend, pretend that what they were doing was innocent, was nothing at all — it was all manufactured out of thin air.
They were friends, nothing more. The military wouldn't't allow anything more.
They weren't't allowed to hold hands in public, they weren't't allowed to tell each other that they loved each other deeply and dearly.
So when those alarms rang, when all their practices were over, when the drills had been put to an end and a sniper rifle and a curved knife were shoved into their hands along with provisions and a thirst for revenge and murder, they tried to stay together.
They held hands when they got separated from the rest of the group in the snow, when the bombs went atop the mountains and the birds cawed madly and the bullets whizzed by like silver. The tanks rumbled angrily and the ice bit into their skin like little shards and needles.
It was madness but still they held on.
They held on till one of them slipped, tall and gangly legs to match slipped from underneath him, his body crashing into the white snow. A smaller body went down with him, skidding into a patch of pine and ice that cut against his bottom lip, leaving hot blood down his mouth and onto his white uniform.
"Ber…Berwald…" The smaller ones breath came out in soft spurts as he crawled over to his fellow soldier, his comrade, companion, his lover, his fiance'….
"…T'no…" Came the forced reply as the larger of the two gritted his teeth against white hot pain that scorched his legs and back.
"Hold on Berwald, we'll get you help…" Tino promised, worrying over the Swede, digging his legs out of the snow.
"Hnn…Tino…"
"Berwald? What is it?" Tino sobbed quietly as he held the other mans head up on his lap.
Berwald smiled, his jade eyes starting to mist.
"Hold m' hand…" He mumbled softly.
Tino nodded and squeezed the older mans hand tightly.
"I'll never let go…" Tino whispered against Berwalds cheek as he kissed his lips softly.
Berwald exhaled with a small smile.
"Tell m' ya' love m'." He requested next, his eyes closing and opening softly.
"I love you, I love you so much it hurts! Berwald, Berwald, please don't leave me!" Tino began to shout, the maddening noise around them buzzing and humming around them like an angry wasps hiss.
"I love ya' T'no…Never forget that…" And then, his voice died in his throat, the snow softly falling over the two lovers who only wanted to hold each others hands and say to each other — "I love you".
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Are you sad yet?