Finland's eyes shot open to the view of Sweden's eyes piercing straight into his own.
"GAHH!"
"What's wrong?" Sweden inquired, his gaze unwavering.
"Eh, heh heh. Nothing! Nothing at all!" Blood continued to rise to Finland's face as he started to shake. Oh dear, what was happening?
Finland became aware of a squishy pillow under his head, a fluffy mattress beneath him and a plush blanket wrapped around his body.
Then it clicked.
"...the bed ready."
THE bed.
THEIR bed.
Finland was in bed with Sweden.
The color fled from Finland's flushed cheeks as cold terror engulfed him.
"You're shaking," Sweden noted. It was then that Finland noticed that Sweden's arm was around him. "Ya must be cold."
Finland squeaked as Sweden pulled his wife closer and wrapped his other arm around Finland's waist.
"Ya warm now?"
Finland nodded weakly as the rest of the blood evacuated his brain, leaving him dizzy, and then unconscious.
