Finland awoke curled around his beloved Su-san, who was still sleeping. He smiled at the sight. Sweden was so gentle-looking when he slept and since his eyes were closed, he didn't have that intimidating stare that always seemed to grace his waking features. Smiling, Finland placed a cautious kiss on Sweden's forehead. His brow furrowed as he placed his lips back on Sweden's forehead; his skin felt warmer than usual. Feeling concerned, Finland got up and padded down the hallway to the bathroom and retrieved a thermometer from under the sink. Back in the bedroom, he saw that Sweden was awake now. "Good morning, Su-san!", greeted Finland.
"G'd M'rnin'. Wh't's w'th the th'rm'meter?"
"It seemed like you had a temperature when I woke up, so I wanted to check."
'You're s'ch a g'd wife", remarked Sweden fondly.
Finland blushed a little, he still wasn't too keen on the nickname. "So, do you feel okay?"
Sweden's response was a series of short coughs. Finland took his previous place on the bed.
"Okay, Su-san, let me take your temperature!"
"No th'nk you."
"What?"
"S'j'st a cold, m'fine."
Finland lowered his eyelids and stuck his lips out and pouted. "You mean you don't want me to take care of you?"
"W'll, wh'n you m'ke th't f'ce, how c'n I say no?"
"Good boy. Now open your mouth so I can take your temperature." Sighing, Sweden complied. His eyes lit up as he thought of a way to possibly make this situation a bit more fun. As Finland gently placed the thermometer under Sweden's tongue, Sweden turned his head and licked Finland's finger. "Su-San!", exclaimed Finland, wiping his finger on his pajama pants.
"Wh't? M'tongue's b'n in w'rse pl'ces than th't."
Face bright red, Finland tapped Sweden on the nose. "Bad nation. No cookie."
"I'll be g'd." Sweden conceded defeat opening his mouth and allowing Finland to place the thermometer under his tongue.
"Was that really so hard?"
"No, b't it w's boring."
"Stay here while I make breakfast, and don't move that thermometer!" Finland moved to hop down from the bed, but Sweden wrapped an arm around his waist.
"Y'cf'd'sht'y", he mumbled, his normally difficult to decipher speech now rendered absolutely impossible to translate through the instrument in his mouth. Finland squirmed, but couldn't break free from Sweden's grip around his middle.
"You want me to stay?"
Sweden nodded vigorously.
"Okay, Su-san, I'll stay with you! But I wish I could make you feel better."
"Jf'sht'y." In annoyance, Sweden pulled the thermometer from his mouth, ignoring Finland's noise of disapproval. "J'st st'y w'th me. You're 'll I n'd."
"How sweet!", exclaimed Finland, laying down and brushing Sweden's hair out of his face. "I love you, Su-san", he whispered as both nations slowly fell asleep.