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This was it.
This was the end.
America gasped at the vast night sky, as the larger asteroids became more visible. The sun cast an eerie glow to the destructive masses. There was nothing that could be done. Every nation, capable, had already given their best attempts.
She'd even gotten along with her bitterest enemies. Granted it was literally right before the end of the world.
With dread and numbness, but a dignity to face the end; the Star-Spangled nation sat quietly in the observatory that had first found looming death sentence that was hanging over all their heads. Like the proverbial 'Sword of Damocles'.
Blue eyes, watched and waited for it. What was sure to be the end of all mankind, if not all life.
So, when the door opened, she had been startled. She had sent all of the scientists and military personnel home. To die with their families. To be wrapped in the embrace of their loved ones, or hell... even to find a stranger and die with one last 'hoorah'.
"Amerikka?"
She turned, glimpsing Finland by the door. His hair was a mess, and his clothing was dusty as well as ripped.
"Finland?" Her question showed her tiredness, and reservation. Yet, at the sight of him, she still smiled. "What are you doing here?"
Violet eyes glanced down and then back up.
"It is the end of the world," he said calmly. His accented English was a soothing balm on her ears. Anything was better than the deafening silence from before.
She gave a humorless chuckle at that. Her urge to comfort and protect the other nation roused from the depths of her heart.
"Is that what this is? I just thought everyone was at a really great party." She teased, but the effect fell a little flat.
Finland smiled, a sad expression in his eyes.
"Where's Sweden?" She asked, changing the subject.
"Back at his home, I would guess. He's with Sealand and the other Nordics." The words were gentled, as if there was an apology laced in with the fact that she hadn't been invited.
That was alright. America understood. Canada was with France, and Mexico had gone to be with other South American countries. She didn't mind. America had called all of her Allies to say her 'Goodbyes'. She wished each of them well, and a safe journey to those that died... or those that defied the odds.
There was little chance that once the entire cluster hit, that there would be anything substantial left. Then there was the concern of what the asteroids were made of, and what contamination they would bring.
But hope, ah hope, was could be a cruel thing. It was frail, but always there.
She shrugged at Finland's explanation.
"Don't get me wrong," America said with a curious gaze, "but what are you doing here?"
Finland flushed to the roots of his hair. His expression that of near panic.
"Oh! I.. I didn't want... you... I mean, you're all alone and-"
She interrupted his long-winded and fumbling explanation with a loud laugh. Her whole countenance suddenly became more lively, and alert.
"Finland," she started with a bit of wonder in her words, "did you come here to be with me at the end of the world?"
He was beet read, his hands at his side, as he nodded once. However, his violet eyes clashed with her sky-blue orbs.
"Unfortunately," he said with a slight bit of self-deprecation, "I am out of practice with my flying. Or, I would have been here a bit sooner."
Something in her melted at his words. She covered her mouth, to keep from laughing or sobbing at his words. America dipped her head, feeling every part of the spectrum of human emotion all at once. The feelings of her people as they faced their final hours. As humans the world over prepared to go into the 'forever' night.
"Come 'ere," America said softly, beckoning Finland over with her free hand.
He was beside her quickly, and she leaned against him, caught up in the simple moment. The soft and wondrous feeling of knowing someone cared enough to come find her. At the end of the world. When all existence as they knew it was about to be blinked out, Finland had come for her.
She'd never felt more loved in all her life.
"Amerikka? Are you alright?" Finland murmured, putting an arm around her shoulder.
Blue eyes dimmed slightly, but she smiled widely.
"Strangely... yeah. Yeah, I think I am. How about you?"
The rich velvet sound of his chuckle was enough of an acknowledgement.
"I have been better, but this is not so bad."
She turned her head to look at him, searching for the comfort she desperately needed to find there in his eyes. It was plain to see, the way he looked at her with infinite kindness and affection.
A lump formed in her throat, and she looked down.
"I never did remember to 'Thank' you."
If she had glanced up, she would have seen the puzzled expression he wore.
"Thank me?"
"For finding me." She said softly. "That day, in the grass."
They both knew what she spoke of. Though Norway had found her shores first, it was Finland who had discovered the personification.
"And," America continued with her voice growing tight, "for coming to be with me."
He placed his chin on the top of her head, cuddling her into him.
"Of course," Finland murmured, in good spirits despite the tragedy coming.
She sniffled, and laughed gently, feeling at loss but oddly alright. She wasn't alone anymore.
"Finland?"
"Yes?"
She couldn't look at him, half-afraid that he might reject her but too stubborn or hopeful not to ask.
"Do... do you think for tonight, and you don't have too, but... for tonight could you... would you...?"
Her shoulders shook as he squeezed her tighter. America dug within herself, pushing forward before she lost her resolve.
"Would you love me?" The Star-Spangled asked with naked vulnerability in her words. "Just for tonight?"
Finland tilted her chin upward to look at him. His violet eyes were like warm crystals that captivated her as he leaned forward. Though he said nothing, the male nation responded with passion tinged with the sheer desperation that America felt as well.
She ached for a taste of him. The flesh underneath her hands was warm, as clothing was quickly discarded. It was a hindrance, and all she wanted was for him to help her forget what was coming. America, greedily perhaps, longed to know what it felt like to be truly loved by someone. Before everything ceased to exist.
For a few precious moments, she wanted Finland to love her as if she was the only one he'd ever loved. With fervor she wound her body around his tightly, arching into every movement as her inhibitions faded under his heated caresses.
Their lips crashed against each other over and over. She was drowning, and America wanted more. Here with Finland, at the end of the world...
She'd never wanted anything so much.
And, she told herself by the way his voice broke when he said her name, that he felt that way too.
Minutes later, sweat cooled two satiated bodies.
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First impact.
A cluster of four smaller asteroids hurtled through the atmosphere, decimating the populations of Brazil, Costa Rica, the Western Coast of the United States, and Argentina.
She woke screaming, howling in pain as her chest began to scar with blistering heat. She could not manage words, nor even groans. Wailing in complete misery was all America could accomplish.
Finland was there beside her in an instant, rocking her back and forth.
"Forgive me," He said softly, placing a kiss upon the top of her head. "I became distracted."
Her mind could not process what he was saying. This was the beginning of the end. A day of fire and destruction. America could feel them, could sense the screams of her people. The fear, the pain, the anger, and anguish. It was... worse than hell.
An hour ticked by, before his methodical rocking ceased.
He pulled away from her, and she whimpered as the agony died down, but the despair lingered still. America reached, instinctively, for Finland's warmth.
Finland dug in his jacket for his phone. America would have objected, told him that it likely wouldn't work, but somehow... it did.
"Ota käyttöönvastatoimien."
In a daze, she glanced at him, confused beyond measure. Hurting... Yet, her face questioned him in such a way, that perhaps he felt compelled to tell her.
"Don't worry, I'm here now." Finland promised.
His words echoed in her ears, covered in blood and feeding the terror welling within her. If she was wrong, please God let her be wrong, everything would be over in moments.
Yet, as the minutes ticked by in horrid slowness, there was nothing. Just America staring at her lover as the sky above them glowed brightly. The stars were overshadowed by the massive explosion that cast a hue of glorious colors in the night. It was akin to watching an aroraborialious... in Ohio.
"There," he said smugly, with a flirty wink in her direction. "Nothing more to fret about."
It... it was over? So quickly?
"W-what?" America croaked past parched lips, as the burns and scars began to throb.
Violet orbs danced merrily, his sweet face looked so innocent that it pained her to even think...
"The asteroids," he clarified contining to appear pleased with the turn of events. "won't be a threat anymore. I've been developing this strategy after watching your movie... 'Star Wars', was it? A defense of the planet using high powered lazers and the sun.
It sounded like something out of a fantasy, but America's own government had thought of something similar. Yet, it had been cut due to the amount of funding that would have been needed.
When she had rallied all the nations together, using Nukes, rockets, and trying to change trajectery; Finland claimed to be unable to offer assistance.
He'd... lied to her.
Suddenly she felt sick. Counter measures? Finland had poessed counter measures? All this time?
Blue eyes widened in undisguised horror.
America licked dry and chapping lips. She did not want to even ask the question that was blaring in her head, louder every minute. Until it was deafening as the tiniest whisper of words past her lips. Crystalline tears pooled and then fell upon her cheeks.
The look of open adoration in his gaze terrified her in ways that America could not even begin to describe.
"You... you could have stopped this?"
Finland grinned, a happy-go-lucky pull of his lips to express his joy. The gentle pressure of his thumb as it slid across her cheek, to wipe away the essence of her sadness, was repulsive. Yet, America could not pull away from him.
The finality in his eyes, the crazed gleam in the violet depths held her captivated.
"Of course I could have."
Apprehension clamped around her heart like a vise. Her azure orbs widened with disbelief as she failed to stem her silent crying.
"Then, why-"
He cut her off, looming closer to her. Her mouth closed of its own accord.
"I love you, Amerikka, and I had to make you see that you love me too."
Oh. Oh God.
The floor felt like it was rushing up to meet her, as flashes of light blurred her vision. It was too much. All too much.
This was sick.
Awful to the highest degree. Revulsion prickled across her skin, knowing that he'd kissed and stroked her skin but hours before. It made the nausea worse.
"Ho-how? How could you?"
She was unaware that she even voiced the silent scream of a question, until he gripped her chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger.
"Tarvitsin sinua," he confessed easily with a possessive kiss to her temple.
"No," America denied with desperation and more than a bit of disgust to the single word.
Finland soothed her hair back, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. The hair on the nape of her neck stood on end.
"No? That is so adorable, Amerikka. Just like you. Like you were, before you were stolen from me."
Her throat tightened in fear.
While the male nation in front of her chuckled fondly. Completely undisturbed by his actions. By what he had allowed to happen. He could have stopped this! Before countless lives had been lost. Her people! Others, yes, but the lifeblood of all she was.
He'd sacrificed most of her Western coast.
America gasped in pain, feeling them again. The wails of the dying and the sudden shock of the dead.
No.
Please God. No!
She'd made love to him... this thing before her.
"There are more coming rakastettu," Finland continued, nearly purring the words as a dangerous sort of venom dripped from his words. "What would you have me do? I developed this to protect what was mine."
Stillness gripped her, and America was too conflicted for even a breath to pass her lips. He wasn't...
He couldn't be threatening-
"I might have expected this," her jumbled mind allowed the thought to form only as it was whispered, "from other nations. But I never... I never expected it of you."
Violet eyes narrowed fractionally. The same cherubic expression was still in place, frightening her more.
"Of me?" Finland questioned lowly. He seemed to crow her even more as her body refused to move away from him. America sensed that it would only serve to infuriate him further.
Yet, with a conscious act, she tilted her face away from him. She could feel the displeasure radiating from him.
"You were the one that made this happen. If you had just seen reason. Noticed how much I adore you. But, you were always a stubborn one, Amerikka, I had to make you understand just what I would do for you. We were meant to be together. You know that."
She could not help the wounded expression she gave him.
"Don't look at me that way," he chided in a low tone. "I know you love me."
Crazed eyes stared her down, and America trembled. She had no idea the monster that lurked behind the Angel's face.
"Finland-," she sought to reason with him. He could not do this wicked thing. Not... Finland. No. No!
He shushed her with a withering glare.
"Now," the male nation said with deliberate slowness. "I believe we were talking about how much you love me. Before all this unpleasantness started."
America's blue eyes etched the image of his sinister smile into her memory, like acid upon metal.
Finland's hand was in her hair, petting her, but the lingering threat hung between them. America swallowed back bile and rage. She knew the severity of the situation and only Finland could stop the next series of asteroids. America cursed the loss of funding for NASA. She cursed her fate and her obligation.
Yet...
None of it mattered now. This was life or death. The choice was entirely all too clear.
Trembling lips moved, nearly cracking, as hot tears fell to the floor. Completely unheeded and without shame.
"I-I love you, Finland."
A bitter sort of insanity twisted in his eyes.
"Oh come now, surely you can do it with more feeling?" He pushed. "Tell me how much you need me. How you want me. How much you love me."
America's mop of golden locks shifted downward, as she bowed her head, and steeled herself. She blinked the last of the sorrow away. For now. The star-spangled nation would tear her heart out slowly, if it meant saving everyone else.
A fragile and tight smile adorned her lips, as she raised her head to stare directly into Finland's eyes.
"I love you, Finland." Blue eyes were wide and shone brightly in the darkness, like the stars that glittered in mocking laughter above her.
"Of course you do," he replied watching her carefully.
Finland's face blossomed into a wide smile, for a moment it showed his boundless obsession for the female nation.
She might have recoiled, had she been able to. However, as the European nation pulled her into his arms, whispering promises of how they would be so happy together, America felt nothing. Even as he peppered her face with kisses, his carnal appetite for her had returned, and she knew that she had been captured.
By his deceit, and by the fact that he was every bit the tactician she had heard him to be. She had been blind to the possessive side of Finland. She had never known it existed.
"You're mine. Mine. I'll never let another touch you. Ever again. Do you understand? Do you, Amerikka?!"
His words were like poisonous honey, soothing and deadly all at once. Because she could see that he meant every word of it.
There was no escaping him. America knew it, and it was not for lack of a fighting will. It was simply that all Finland said was true. He had been her ally. She had been willing to fight for him, never knowing of his twisted love. She would end the monster she had somehow created, but perhaps he was a monster to begin with.
America did not ponder the philosophical question, for it pained her.
However, there would come a time where no clear and present threat would be around. Then, she could lash back at him, and in doing so change everything that had ever been. She knew Finland would be hailed as the hero, no doubt claiming it to be some 'Hail Mary' pass. He would be lauded as the savior of the world. Even though he was the villain.
After all, this was the end.
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Translations
Ota käyttöönvastatoimien: 'Enable Responses'... I was going for the English 'Deploy counter-measures', but I am working with Google translate... so... yeah.
rakastettu: Dear, Beloved, Sweetheart, ect.
Tarvitsin sinua: I needed you.
