This was written to help me cope with the lack of SuFin one-shots. I hope it satisfies the rest of you too :)
Feelings, to most of the nations that encompass the globe, are a very hard notion to grasp. To cope, some countries write them out in journals, others shove them to the back of their hearts, but Sweden, he has a horribly inconvenient knack of simply just imagining them. He could literally sit down and daydream about a scenario, about a person, until he tired of sitting.
…..
"Sweden," Finland timidly poked his head around the corner of the mans study, "I've made us lunch… Do you want me to bring it to you?" Mentally, Sweden sighed, Finland was still acting so fidgety. He didn't want Finland to feel indebted to him, or owned by him. He didn't extend the invitation to leave Denmark's house to him in a threateningly way… Honestly, all that Sweden wanted was for the Fin to be… well, his. But, not in a possessive sense.
He… He undeniably wanted Finland, in every sense of the word… He wanted to hold him, talk to him, cuddle with him, laugh with him… This list kept going on in his mental rant, and he was so focused on the little day dreams that appeared before his eyes that he did not notice Finland speaking to him. And still, the daydreams persisted.
In this one, they were taking a walk, on a pristine winters' night.
Sweden dared to glance, just barely out of the corner of his eye to see Finlands face. He couldn't help it, the way the cold air made Finlands cheeks and nose red was tenderly adorable. Blushing, despite the cold, Sweden felt particularly brave on this pristine night, the moon hitting his features just right, just so his glare seemed to soften and so Finland wouldn't jump when… if… their eyes met. He looked down at Finland, a move made to garner the others attention.
It worked.
"Hey, Sweden?" Finland looked up to him, his eyes wide and just a bit watery from the cold, "Are you feeling alright?" They stopped their walking all together, and now, standing in a clearing, Berwald felt a hand, gentle, and so real on his shoulder.
"Sweden? You're worrying me." What? Why? What was the Swede doing that was so worrying? Slowly he felt that hand on his shoulder shake him, just gently, until-
Reality.
Finland, stood before him, hand on Berwalds shoulder, and that curiously cute look, a mixture of genuine concern and trepidation, crossing his features. Their eyes briefly met, and Berwald found his heart hammering in his ears. He scrunched his eyes shut briefly and looked back down at his desk. He knew he was blushing, it was so hard not to when Finland was so close to him.
"Sweden?" Berwald looked back at the man, but not before mentally preparing himself for all of the different things that Finland could say. After all he was truly sure that Finland would not say,
"I love you." The words seemed so quiet, so timidly spoken by Berwald. The man almost slightly hoped that they would just dissipate into the air, like the fog that forms when the warm words from your heart collide with the cold, cruel and uncaring world all around you.
"What was that?" Finland looked into Swedens eyes, moving his hand from Swedens shoulder to his cheek. After a moment of brutal silence, Finland was forced to retort. "If you don't answer me I'm going to have to force you to lie down." The Finns hand moved up to rest on Berwalds forehead, his fingers grazing the mans temple as he did so.
Lie down? What was he talking about? In the snow? Berwald looked down, to the snow at their feet, powdery, white, cold and lovely. Maybe cuddling here, watching as the endless array of stars twinkled overhead didn't sound like such a terrible idea.
"Alright," Finlands hand dropped to his wrist, gently tugging Berwald forward, "we're going to the couch."
Couch?
Snapping back to reality, just in the nick of time, it seems, was beginning to become a habit. If Berwald hadn't caught himself, he might've been pulled out of his chair and landed face-first into the floor.
"C'mon, and watch the books by the door." Tino sighed, his voice a little quieter and lower than usual. He led Berwald to the couch, looked at him momentarily, and then abruptly left the room.
Berwald sighed. He realized he'd been daydreaming. He knew if he had just gotten a full nights sleep last night, or didn't try to only drink one cup of coffee this morning, or if he'd left the firewood to be chopped tomorrow, or- and the list grew. Normally, Berwald had a pretty good handle on his emotions, it was just around Finland, however, did he feel himself slip into his unrequited well of desire.
His fingers moved to the bridge of his nose, and with his glasses resting atop of them, he lightly squeezed it. He just couldn't help himself. Finland was so damned perfect, and he didn't even know it.
Deciding maybe a nap was really all he needed, he set his glasses on the coffee table and lay down, hoping to maybe catch an hour or so of sleep.
"Hey, are you still awake?" Finlands voice whispered to the barely conscience Berwald. The Swede didn't really feel like replying, so he just lay still, all signs of life devoid from his sleeping figure.
"Well…" Finland began, his voice still just a whisper, and Berwald could hear him grabbing a blanket out from under the coffee table. "I, uh, thought about it. You know… When you said those words…" He continued his whisper as he gently placed the blanket over Sweden, and checking to make sure no body part left uncovered.
"And, uh, I…" He sat down at Berwalds feet, placing a hand atop the cloaked appendages. "I know you aren't feeling well, and sometimes things slip out when your mind isn't at its best. So, I won't bring it up again…"
A pause, Finland shifted slightly in his seat and Sweden could feel himself slip further into the unconscious abyss.
"I love you too."
A/N: I may do a chapter two from Finlands POV if you guys want. Just, ya know, leave a review ;D
Oh, and just to make sure everyone gets it, everything written in italics is Berwalds day dream, and everything written normally is real life. "Is this the reeeal life? Is this just fantasy?" Yep. Ok.
Xoxo, OurGloryDays