Title: The Firsts (of SuFin)
Summary: A list of Firsts in the lives of Sweden and Finland, told from the latter's perspective. Drabbles.
Chapter Title: The First Kiss
-SuFin-
Now that he was actually aware of the fact that they were dates, Friday nights seemed very daunting, at least to Tino. Sweden seemed to look forward to them, but he had probably known the whole time that they were dates… Was that why he sometimes seemed sad when Tino denied being his wife? Because he had thought that Tino knew they were dates, as well?
There were no more unexpected dancing, something the Finn wasn't sure to be happy about, or disappointed, but now that they were, well, dating, he actually thought about where they were going. Instead of just picking someplace that had quick service and good food, he actually thought about the atmosphere, and tried to pick somewhere that Sweden would like, as well. And nice, too, though he never picked the fancier ones that the taller nation did.
A few weeks after the realization, during which there was a place with more exotic Finnish food (where Sweden had to excuse himself to go to the bathroom), a more casual Swedish place with live music (in which Tino sang along to a song he knew, much to the amusement of his date), and the current one, a quick place with good service, nothing had really happened. However, the Finn had picked this one for a reason…
"Doyouwannagoforawalk?" the words spilled out of Tino's mouth with nothing separating them, and Sweden paused, his stoic face growing even more frightening as he seemed to ponder the words, perhaps deciphering them from another. The smaller nation could barely bring himself to breath, face as red as a lobster, waiting anxiously for the response.
"Y's," finally came the answer, and with it came the lightening of the Swede's face. Tino smiled, the burning in his face receding, and quickly paid the bill, as it was his restaurant, and his bill to pay.
The cold stung wonderfully on their faces, reddening them as they meandered through the streets, heading in the direction Tino indicated, towards the park. Hesitating slightly, the smaller nation slipped his gloved hand into Sweden's larger one, peering up cautiously at the other's face. A faint pink scattered across the stoic nation's face, but his lips twitched slightly, and Tino could've sworn a small smile was in place. No, scratch that, there was a smile on his face.
Mulling over the fact that the other nation could show emotion, or that maybe he had gotten better at reading him, Tino crunched lightly through the snow, trees hung with icicles framing their path. It was very beautiful, a picturesque scene of glittering ice hanging from otherwise empty trees, like a mockery of the leaves that would grow there, and it gave the Finn the courage to do what he had been planning.
"Su-san?" he asked, looking up at the taller nation, his heart beating faster than the wings of a hummingbird. As the other turned to look at him, Tino's face turned bright red, but he managed to choke out his words passed his dry lips. "C-Could you bend down slightly?"
Sweden looked visibly puzzled, but complied, stooping down until he was slightly above eye level. "Hmm?"
Leaning forward, Tino pressed his lips to the other nation's. The Swede's lips didn't move underneath his for a moment, frozen, before they were both pushing against each other, sweet and gentle and chaste. Feeling slightly daring because of the positive response, the Finn licked at Sweden's lips, and was rewarded with an opening he used to tentatively explore the other's mouth.
That was before the larger nation decided to take the initiative, hands pulling Tino flush against him as he began to plunder the smaller one's mouth, sending shivers through the Finn as a moan was torn from his mouth. Sweden, though slow in his movements, was making the kiss quite pleasurable, and it was with reluctance that Tino pulled away, needing air.
Their foreheads rested together for a moment, and the slightly debauched nation was pleased to see the very thick blush that had formed on the Swede's face. His own face felt warm as well, quite a change from the chilling air that surrounded them.
"Th't was n'ce," Sweden told his 'wife', breaking the silence around them. Tino laughed, squeezing the taller nation's hand as he stepped away, tugging him towards their home.
-SuFin-
Word Count: 723
A/N: Woo, that one was fun! I wasn't really sure how to end it, so please tell me if I was a little abrupt, or, well, anything that I need to fix. My only knowledge about kissing comes from fiction, so… Hopefully it's realistic.
All of your reviews were awesome! Seriously, I got TEN! *dances* They were so awesome that I almost updated on Thursday, just for the heck of it, but I had to go get my sister's birthday present, so I couldn't write it… ): I was very inspired by all of the lovely things you people wrote, *accepts cookie*, and I'm glad that you like my first attempt at Fanfiction.
Next Chapter: In which Sweden is more scary than usual, the fluff might go down, something unexpected happens, and Tino cries. T_T