AN: This is the first in a series of Hetalia shorts I was doing on my AskNekoStonia account on dA. I decided to post them here, too, as just one big collection of Hetalia short stories. There will be many pairs, many genres, and no storyline except in each chapter.
I hope you enjoy readin as much as I enjoyed writing.
After a long day outside in weather that grew increasingly cold, Finland and Sweden started to head home. A light dusting of snow was falling out, which made Finland even happier to head towards a nice, warm house. The sidewalk had not been swept yet, and as they walked along, there was a pleasant crunching of snow under their feet.
After several minutes of walking in near darkness, for the sun was almost gone, Finland heard the boots crunching behind him stop. Curious, Finland turned around to see that Sweden had stopped in his tracks, appearing to contemplate something.
"Sweden?" Finland asked, wondering why the taller man had stopped. "SWEDEN!"
Apparently Sweden had wished to pick Finland up, causing the (rather girly) shriek from him. After picking him up by the sides, the tall nation had managed to balance a sitting Finland on both his hands. Finland started feeling a bit scared and very glad Sweden was pretty strong; at a head shorter than Sweden, he wasn't used to being taller than him.
Sweden seemed to pick up on his nervousness and started to let him down. However, half way through this process, he changed his mind and hugged Finland instead. It wasn't that Finland had never gotten hugged by Sweden before, quite the contrary; but this was somehow more awkward for him.
When Sweden finally let him go and they started back home, Finland got the courage to ask what the whole thing was about. Sweden looked at him and said, "W'll… Y're n'rm'lly so sh'rt, I th'ght I'd g've you a l'ft so you c'ld see wh't it w'ld be l'ke to be t'ller th'n me."
"…Please. Don't do it again."