Sorry for being a few hours late. I've been kicking ass in Kingdom Hearts. I hope you like, even though it's totally like BLAHH cause I wrote half of it two nights ago and just now finished it. Hahaaa -no excuse.

Tino was not happy.

No, he was more than not happy. He was furious.

About what? With whom, you may ask?

Why, none other than his 'husband,' Berwald.

A week ago, Tino had contracted a very high fever. Sadly enough, and to the Finn's current mental state, it was the week of December seventeeth. Exactly a week before Christmas.

It was no secret that Tino was everyone's fabled Santa Claus. He enjoyed his job, and he enjoyed it when others enjoyed it, as well. But on this particular Christmas, Tino was stuck at home with a fever, unable to venture out and deliver Christmas cheer to the nations of the world.

All thanks to his 'husband,' who had insisted upon the Finn staying in bed, no matter what holiday it was. The world could wait for his 'wife.'

Tino sneezed loudly, filling his tissue with unhealthy-looking snot. He groaned and clutched the duvet (pulled downstairs from his and Berwald's room so that he could curl up with the fireplace) tighter around his small frame. It was not fun being sick, and it was even more not fun that he was angry with the embodiment of Sweden for not letting him do his job. 'It's only a cough,' the tiny blond insisted, before falling into a fit that had him force down a hot glass of blackcurrant juice.

The sound of heavy footsteps entering the living room caused Tino to glance up from where he was huddled on the carpet before the fire. He stared as Berwald sat next to him, setting a bowl of lingonberries in front of the small Finn. Tino blinked when the taller male turned to look at him. That face was still so scary…

"Heard th'y h'lp…," came the Swede's rolling voice. Tino blinked again and glanced down at the bowl of translucent red berries. He held back a smile, not wanting the other to know he was grateful; he was supposed to still be mad.

"Yeah," Tino said shortly, reaching out to grab a berry. He was stopped by Berwald's hand on his own. He looked up at the other man with confusion. "Su-san…?"

Berwald seemed torn for a fraction of a second. "Don' be m'd at m'… Jis' wanna h'lp, Tino…" His sea-green eyes met the Finn's violet orbs momentarily, causing the smaller to break into a deep blush at how calm he looked.

Damn, there went his cover.

Within a second, Tino had jumped from his seat to wrap his arms around his husband, bringing the duvet with him so they were both enveloped in warmth.

"'M sorry, Su-san!" came the pale blond's muffled voice, his face buried in Berwald's chest. A loud sneeze emitted itself from Tino's nose and he groaned.

Berwald circled Tino with his own arms, dropping onto the carpet in a more comfortable position. "'S'okay," he replied.

Tino snuggled closer to the other, feeling his throat loosen as he breathed in Berwald's uniquely minty scent. He vaguely wondered if he would have missed this if he'd gone out as Santa Claus. A smile worked its way onto his flushed features; he was sure this was much better than being mad at Berwald, or even flying on his sleigh like he did every year.

"Su-san…"

"Mm?"

"Make sure I get sick again next year, okay?"

Oh Finny, you naughty child. Blackcurrant juice and lingon berries are common use for cold remedies in Finland. Do you know how long it took me to find that out? XD It was brutal research, I tell you.

Reviews appreciated, not demanded, and flames will be used to stoke the fire of Mrs. Lovett's oven.