Finnderella

A/N: Yay! This is my first attempt at a chapter-chapter Finland x Sweden Fanfiction! This story is based on Cinderella (D-uh, as if you guys can't read the title) and yeah, I twisted the poor tale a bit (Okay, maybe a lot.) like all the people out there who created 'Cinderella Story' and 'Another Cinderella Story' and others that I have not mentioned. Okay, enough of the yab and on with the story!

Warnings: Lots of self-created stuff, Shounen-ai and bad grammar in some places, Human and Nation names used

Disclaimer: Hanatamago- Mine! N-ah! Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz

Chapter one

"No! I'm not wearing that!" the violet eyed man shouted, staring at the girly horror before him- a blond wig and a light blue dress.

"Tino! You totally like promised that if you lost the bet, you'd wear it!" a Polish male said, holding the girly monstrosities and attempting to make the latter accept them.

Tino sighed, taking a step back "I'd wear it. But not tonight! Not to the party!".

"That's like the whole point! Humiliating yourself in this AT the party!" Feliks stated, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not like you who likes to cross-dress so much! Please have mercy!" the Finnish begged. The thought of cross-dressing to a new year's party not to mention at a rich guy's house, a mansion, with a bunch of people was a nightmare.

The Pole (sounds weird…pole…) sighed in exasperation, "I guess I have no choice but to do this… Hey, Norge! Yellow Spikes! Help me out here!" he waved the wig at the two others sitting in the living room doing nothing.

"H-hey, what are you guys going to do?"

Feliks looked at Tino, "You forced me to, Tino."

Denmark cracked his knuckles, "Yeah sure, Feliks! Come on Norway! Let's help him!"

And with that, the three of them surrounded Tino who seemed very small all of a sudden, corralled by three scary giants.

"Hey guys…! Please, please, please, I'd do anything!" Oh, he was already starting to sound like a certain Italian.

But the trio didn't seem to hear his plea and jumped onto him to give him his makeover that he lost himself to.

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"Ta-daah! Look at you! You're like so pretty! Right, Norge?" Feliks squealed, playing with a lock of wavy golden hair.

Tino looked at the girl standing before him. It took the breath away from him. She had long blond hair that reached her waist and violet eyes like his own. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips painted a light pink. The dress she wore was the blue dress with white trimmings and she had a necklace with a silver cross pendant hanging from her neck. She imitated every slight movement of his. That was when Tino realized that the girl was him.

He was the girl, in the mirror.

"Oh my God…," he gasped, staring at his own reflection "What have you done to me?" he squealed, horrified.

Feliks pat him on the back, "What're you saying? You look like, totally beautiful! No one would know you're a man! Right, guys?" he turns to the two other nations, smiling so widely his facial muscles was surely going to face a cramp soon. "And now, you follow us to the party. In. This. No one will know anything!"

"That's the problem! What if… What if…" Tino protested, at a loss for words. But, the Polish read his mind.

"If someone asks you to dance?" Feliks grinned, "Why not? This would be like the best time for you to find your prince charming!" he hugs a pillow dramatically.

"Uhh…I…"

"Okay, okay, enough of the nonsense! We're gonna be late!" Feliks jumped, "I got to dress up too!"

Tino felt like he was going to die any moment. What if someone could tell and blew his cover? Wouldn't that be more embarrassing? Oh, ,it was going to be a long night…

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They arrived at the new year's party at the mansion. Tino kept glancing at the ground in his self consciousness, not daring to make any eye contact with anyone. He quickly scooted to a corner and stood there, leaning against the wall. He tried his best to walk like a girl and act like one just in case anyone suspected anything. And did he just mention that the fake boobs Feliks stuffed in the dress was starting to itch?

"Hey, why are you standing there? You should be talking to some of the people here! Get to know some of the people around this area." Denmark said to him, holding a crystal flute glass filled with champagne in his hand.

"No! When they hear my voice, they will know its 'Tino from Finland who lives in the hut somewhere near the mountain'." Tino retorted, pursing his lips.

The Dane raised his eyebrow, "Talk like a girl then." He said, taking a sip from his glass.

"How? Squeak?" The Finnish said sarcastically. He was really starting to feel uncomfortable in heels… and the scratchy boobs.

"Better than standing here all night. You're not abiding to the rules of the bet you lost."

"What rules?"

"You're supposed to humiliate yourself, remember?" Denmark stuck his tongue out at Tino.

Tino narrowed his eyes, "Thanks!"

The Danish man laughed, "No Problem."

Then, Tino noticed from the top of the super long and staircase, came a light blond man dressed in a dark blue coat. He wore glasses and a intimidating expression. But, even though he emitted such a scary aura, he actually looked quite good looking.

The man walked down the stairs, followed by another old guy that looked like the owner of the mansion they were in.

Suddenly Feliks ran over, "Hey, hey, look! That's Berwald! The son of the mansion's owner! He looks like he wants to like, kill something…but, he's like, cute!" he exclaimed to them and Norway who just came over.

"I've never heard of him though…" Denmark stated, looking at him.

Norway looked at Berwald, who went over to a lonely corner to sit on a sofa there, "Maybe because he's anti-social?"

"Poor guy. Why isn't anyone talking to him? He looks really lonely over there…." Tino said, looking over at Berwald.

Berwald looked up as if he felt his gaze and their eyes met across the room. There was a sudden jolt that ran through Tino like an electric current. It made heat rush through his face and his ears turned red. Tino quickly looked away and at the floor like he was admiring the beautiful marble tiles. What was that just now?

Feliks nudged him, "Go and talk to him then. Look! He's like totally checking you out! He's looking at you!"

That made Tino's blush darken even more, "Shut up, Feliks!"

"It's true! Maybe he likes you! That is like, so cute!"

"No it isn't. It's gay." Tino replied, whacking Feliks in the back. The Finnish's heart was beating in a really strange manner. Picking up pace and then making him feel nervous and all. He knew he shouldn't have put this dress on together with the makeup. He looked exactly like a girl. There was no difference at all.

"Hey, Tino, you look really funny, like you are going to puke or something." Norway said, watching him.

Tino looked up, "Huh? Oh I'm oka-"

Before he could finish his sentence, somebody clinked a spoon to a glass, making a noise.

"This fine night, when the clock strikes twelve, it would be the indication that a new year is to start. I want to wish everyone a happy new year and so that your year would be a better year than the last!" The voice seemed to come from the mansion owner.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed a little and there was this soft music coming from nowhere and people started walking to the middle of the room to dance. Denmark looked at the Norwegian whose face was tinted with a light blush that could still be seen under the dim lights and extended his hand to him, gesturing to dance.

Norway agreed, and let Denmark lead him to a spot where it was unoccupied.

"Aren't you like, going to dance too?" The Pole asked, "Luckily I invited Toris." He smiled as Toris came through the crowd, looking for him.

Great, now he was all alone again, standing near a large window that seemed to have no borders.

Ah, not like he wanted to dance at all. He was forced here by the three ninnies. In a dress. And he certainly did not want to ask a man to dance with him.

Everyone seemed to have partners. He sighed as he watched his friends waltz away and looked at the ground again. Hey, nice tiles, he should get some for the kitchen… Maybe the bedroom…

"Uhm… exc'se me. W'ld you…w'ld you w'nt t' d'nce?"

Tino looked up and jumped. It was Berwald, the son of the Swedish rich man. The scary, anti-social but lonely guy that gave him the electric shock from all across the room just by making eye contact.

"I…uh… sure. But, I'm really bad at dancing." Tino warned in advance. He remembered the disaster with Feliks at a christmas party where he kept tripping on some random girl's feet and it was embarrassing. But now, he just had to agree. He had to give him a chance. After all, after this party thing was over, the girl Tino was today would never exist anymore. She wasn't even real. So, just for today, why not live 'her' out and make someone's dream come true for a few hours?

"Don't w'rry. I'll guide y'."

"O-okay."

He followed the stoic man to the middle of the hall and let him place a hand on his waist. It tickled and Tino turned red again. This is awkward… he thought, holding Berwald's hand in his left one and placing his right on the taller man's shoulder.

Tino did not dare look up. If he looked into those sea-blue eyes again, there was no doubt he'd get lost in them and start staring like an idiot. He looked straight at the buttons on the coat of his partner to distract himself from the temptation. But a small voice in him nudged him, come on, just a meeny look, just to admire his handsome features. Handsome? Where did that come from?

The shy Finn lifted his head a little, and found himself locking gazes with the Swedish man. Under the intimidating gaze, he quickly looked down again, trying to dance properly. Trying to find a way to not make this dance so awkward, Tino tried talking to the giant.

"Um, sorry for not introducing myself properly. My name is Ti- uh…," he simply thought up a girl's name, "Tuna… No! Tina Väinämöinen! Sorry!" Tino wanted to slap himself. Oh god. Now he would think he's a total weirdo! Tuna? What the hell was he thinking?

He took a peek at the Swede's face. He swore he saw a micro mini smile form at the corner of his lips. This calms Tino a bit from his nervousness.

"I'm B'rwald Oxenstierna."

Okay… Now what? What is a girl going to say next?

"Y're very pr'tty." This statement made him freeze. Did he just say he was pretty?

"H-huh?"

"I sa'd y're very pr'tty."

"Uhh… Thank you." Tino managed to stutter, "You don't look bad yourself." He smiled, or at least tried to. They stayed in awkward silence later all the while Tino was trying to make up lame girly sentences to say. In the end, they did not even exchange a sentence let alone a word. But, he let himself enjoy the slow dance, avoiding Berwald's feet carefully, following his lead.

Before it turned midnight, Berwald brought the both of them to the balcony overseeing a vast forest. Tino looked out, look! My house! He smiled.

"T'na, wh're you fr'm?" Berwald came to stand next to him, admiring the night sky. The stars smiled down at them, shining so brightly they could illuminate the entire city.

Tino wondered if he should lie about that too, "I come from Finland, but I live somewhere near in the area where most villagers speak Swedish."

"R'lly? No wond'r y're quite fl'nt in speaking Sw'dish."

Tino's cheeks pinked, adding to the blusher that Feliks had put on his earlier. This guy seemed to be praising him all the way from the start. What was this? Flirting? Put flirting and Berwald's stoic face together. N-ah, they don't match.

Tino managed a small laugh, keeping his 'girly' voice still intact.

As people started counting down inside, Berwald looked at Tino, "W'll I ev'r see you ag'n?"

"…FIVE…!"

Tino looked at him, "I… don't…,"

"…FOUR…!"

The Swedish giant was looking at him with hope in his eyes. He couldn't say no but, it would be such a disappointment if he knew Tina was Tino.

"…THREE…!"

Berwald took hold of his hands, "Tina, I…"

"…TWO…!"

Tino looked at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence. Just as Berwald mouthed the words, his voice was muffled by the crazy screams of the guests. What? What did he say? He felt himself being pulled forward.

"…ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Then when the fireworks went off, the Swede did something that made time stop for him. He pressed his lips onto Tino's.

The fireworks created patterns in the night sky, releasing sparks that dissipated into the atmosphere before they fell back to the ground. Bathed in the temporary lights of the fireworks, Tino saw Berwald's face. He looked like an angel. A sad angel. Then he realized. Oh no. This was a mistake. A very big mistake!

When Berwald let go of Tino, there were tears in Tino's eyes. He had just fell in love with him at first sight and now he was full of the fact that he could never be with him. The 'girl' Berwald loved was Tina, not Tino.

"Wha't's wr'ng?" Berwald asked, reaching forward to wipe his tears away. But Tino took a step back.

"I'm sorry! I…! You… you will never see me again!" Tino ran out of the door to the balcony and out of sight. Leaving Berwald clueless and speechless.

He looked at the ground. There was a necklace with a silver cross pendant hanging from it. He picked it up.

"T'na."

A/N: Omg! WTH? I can't believe I'm doing this! It sounds like a corny CHICK-FLICK now! And the love-at-first-sight thing! Why did I do that? *Bangs head on the wall repeatedly* I was just typing every piece of nonsense that the random plot bunny e-mailed to my brain!

Please give me reviews! I don't know whether this is bad or not. I SO HOPE it isn't too bad. It isn't right? Right? …..

Reviewers will be loved, flames will be used to roast the plot rabbit who gave me such lame ideas.