"Hey…"

Sweden flopped his head to the side, his eyes still closed.

"Wake up."

Something warm and soft touched his shoulder. It stayed, shaking him carefully. Darkness turned to orange locked behind his eyelids, then another gentle warmth touched against his chest. Sweden's eyes finally peeled open and he was immediately blinded by the light.

Morning already? was the first thing he thought. He remembered the hospital days, forced to recover there until he was strong enough to leave. He thought of the exercises he would have to do that day, the visits he would receive- but then he remembered.

Those days had past. He felt that he was strapped to a car seat and when he tossed his head over to the side, he saw Finland next to him and haloed by the afternoon sunlight. Sweden had been taken back with them to Denmark's place, not his house but definitely what he now considered to be home. The place where his family had waited months for his return.

During his period of recollection, Finland had reached over him and undid his seatbelt. Sweden snapped back into reality after he heard the sharp click and he felt the seatbelt sliding over his chest and catching on his shoulder. His view was filled by the side of Finland's face, so close that he could whisper into his ear if he wanted to. A lock of hair tickled his eyelashes and Sweden instantly felt a flutter in his chest.

Thoughts raced through his mind, concerning how utterly happy he was to be back here and with everyone. He was especially glad to be so close to Finland, able to feel that he really was there and no longer disconnected from him. Sweden shouldered off the seatbelt and moved out as Finland did, as though following his warmth.

Sweden stepped onto the pavement of the driveway and the others cheered, clapping for him and coming closer. Finland was lost in the crowd that arrived; the many hands that wanted to lead him to the door. Sealand's and Ladonia's won, clasping onto his then pulling him up to the house. The other hands still came though, finding parts to pat as they let him know that they were there for him.

The keys rattled in a perceived merry manner as Denmark unlocked the door. Sweden stood behind him with a child on either side as the door swung open to reveal a huge, gleaming banner that read, Welcome Home! Sweden smiled as he was towed inside, tilting his head back to regard the multitude of balloons and ribbons overtaking the ceiling and walls.

Denmark turned back and caught Sweden in a tight embrace, crying out as he did, "Surprise, Sverige! We missed you lots!"

Ladonia and Sealand released him, allowing Sweden to put his hands on his back. Denmark still held on as he continued, "We're going to make you a feast, even if you can't eat much! We have to celebrate, you know! It'll be great!"

Sweden agreed, "Mm, thank you."

Denmark hopped back and replied, "It's our pleasure, buddy!"

Sweden happened to glance down to the ground and there he saw Hanatamago there with her fluffy nub-of-a tail wagging side-to-side in a blur. She yipped once when noticed, then she dashed up to place her front paws on his leg. Sweden scooped her up then cuddled her to his chest, burying his face into her soft fur to pepper her with silent kisses. He scratched her behind the ears and she squirmed to lap his face in return.

Finland walked around until he was in front of him. "She really missed you!" he proclaimed.

Sweden rumbled, "I missed her too."

"We took her to see you!" Sealand piped up. "She was cuddling with you, in the hospital!"

He wished he had known. He imagined briefly his many journeys and wondered where and when she had been with him in his struggles.

Norway came forward now. "We bought you some clothes," he said, "because you'll probably be staying here recovering for a while still."

Sweden nodded.

"We got games too!" Finland stepped in closer. "So you won't get bored!"

Sweden felt himself smiling again. He mumbled, "Thanks again."

Denmark offered, "Hey, while you're waiting, why don't you play a game?"

"Yeah!" Ladonia seconded. "Please?"

Sweden made an affirmative noise. In the next minute he was set onto the couch in the living room and a variety of board games were presented to him.

"Pick something where everyone can play," Sweden uttered in the end, unable to choose.

"Monopoly then?" Iceland said.

A nod. The coffee table was cleared off then the children hurried the lid off the box.

"Darn, I'd have wanted to play," Denmark commented by the doorway to the kitchen. "But now I got stuff to do."

Norway said, "I can help you with the preparations."

He stood and followed him into the other room. Iceland sat down on one of Sweden's sides, looking embarrassed to be put in front of a game but was not complaining. As he took part in the setting-up, Mr. Puffin swooped in from across the house and settled on his shoulder. Sweden felt a feathery head touch his neck before the bird transferred from Iceland's shoulder to his.

"He's being surprisingly nice," Iceland murmured with a glance over to him.

Finland sat on Sweden's other side. Sweden pet Mr. Puffin's back and looked to the new arrival. He was already starting to help the others, but Finland seemed either so occupied by this that he didn't notice how his side was touching Sweden's, or he wasn't bothered by the contact. Nevertheless, Sweden enjoyed it and leaned in slightly against him.

"Want some background noise?" Iceland asked.

"Sure," Sweden answered.

Hanatamago was back again and she barked gently at his feet before jumping up. She landed on Sweden's knees then slipped down into Finland's lap. Finland immediately doted on her, caressing her and cooing. Black eyes like marbles fixated on Sweden and he reached over to quickly pet her.

Iceland turned on the television. A commercial ran as everyone decided the order of play, but once Sweden's dice landed on the first roll, Spongebob came on and the Danish opening blasted out. Sealand and Ladonia jumped in startlement and whirled around in horror. Finland covered his mouth and giggled as Iceland cried, "Good god, what is this?"

Denmark shrieked, "Hvem bor i en ananas dyb i det blå?"

"Are these words?" Sealand wailed.

Iceland sighed, "That's regular Danish."

"Hey!" Denmark yelled out from the kitchen. "There's nothing wrong with it!"

"Nothing?" Iceland guffawed. "The pirate is drunk!"

They heard the stomping footsteps before Denmark was seen storming out into the living room. He put his hands on his hips and stated, "Rødgrød med fløde. Bet you can't say that right!"

"You only made our point," Finland laughed. "You have to be drunk to be able to say that!"

The opening was finishing in the background as Denmark protested, "I'm not drunk!"

Norway poked his head out from the kitchen. "I just watched you drink beer while frying meatballs."

"A sip! That was a sip! Forgive me for celebrating!"

"We're just teasing." Norway permitted a small smile to touch his face. "Get back in here."

Denmark skipped back into the kitchen, loudly finishing the Spongebob theme song for their benefit. Sweden blinked slowly in amusement and decided he couldn't resist turning to Finland to whisper, "He's got a potato in his mouth."

Finland jolted first then slapped a hand over his mouth. He dropped to the side when a chortle escaped him and his head fell against Sweden's arm. The others lifted their heads and watched as Finland shook with laughter for an unknown reason. Sweden looked over the board, pleased by his work, as Finland collected himself.

Finland lifted his head but he did not move from his position that was snug against his side. Sweden checked that no one was watching anymore before he snuck his arm around him. Finland did not react to it and that almost made him believe that he couldn't feel it. Yet he knew that he must have and it was that he simply didn't mind.

The dog's tail wagged. Sweden analyzed this and his mind raced as he debated how likely it was that what he was thinking was true. He forgot to collect money as he went around Go and Iceland, after switching the channel, had to pass it to him.

Sweden's fingers hesitantly shifted on Finland's side, fearful that he would notice them for real and react negatively. Nothing happened. Finland stayed glued to him and content, combing the dog's fur with his fingers and smiling as everyone's turns went by.

Sweden thought about the words of a shadow in another world, one that had tried to impersonate Finland. It had his voice, but Sweden couldn't imagine Finland saying any hateful words to him now.

Maybe he loves me too. He's so close... He likes it, so maybe…

He wanted to try more, like putting his other arm around him and cuddling him. It seemed that even if he did so he would not be rejected by Finland. But he didn't want to try it in front of the others, in case Finland wouldn't like it and a scene would be created.

It might be okay to tell him earlier than planned, he thought nonetheless.

The game wasn't going to have any winners in the time period they had; they had all known that. Soon Norway was putting out the dishes, cups, and utensils and Denmark started bringing out the food. The Monopoly board was abandoned as all headed toward the table. Mr. Puffin flew off Sweden's shoulder to the kitchen and Hanatamago scrambled behind, eager to have her dinner too.

Denmark dropped a massive plate of Swedish-style meatballs into the center. He then snapped an arm up and pointed directly at Sweden from across the room. "You!" he cried. "You're going to eat this! All of it!"

Besides the daunting pile of meatballs, there was a giant bowl of mashed potatoes, a basket of warm bread, an opened package of crispbread, salad, then butter and lingonberry jam to accompany. It was so intentionally Swedish that he couldn't help but feel pleased by their efforts.

He thanked them earnestly. Denmark grinned and protested playfully, "Hey, can't you be a little more enthusiastic?"

Sweden was approached once more by the open-armed Dane. The others seating themselves looked up as Denmark captured Sweden into a rough hug and laughed, "You're so thin! Gosh, if we were at war, I'd break you!"

Sweden said nothing in response. Denmark tapped Sweden's individual vertebrae then dropped into the quiet murmur of a more serious mood, "I hope you like this. I tried hard to get it all right..."

"It looks great," Sweden mumbled back.

Denmark withdrew and strode back to the table to his own seat. Sweden went to the chair open for him and once he was settled between Finland and Iceland, he felt so included at the table, integrated and safe.

He reached out and started plopping a little bit of everything onto his plate, shakily bearing the weight of the big spoons. Finland turned his head to him and asked, "Do you want help?"

He shook his head. "I should train."

Finland nodded in understanding and the others looked back to their own plates. After the brief pause, Finland suggested, "Maybe after dinner, we could all just hang around and watch a movie?"

"That would be a good idea," Norway murmured.

Sweden agreed, "Mm."

He was already exhausted from the excitement and he wanted to relax in the company of the others. Sweden briefly glanced at Finland and wondered if he was going to sit beside him and be close like they had been before. He imagined his arm around him again and unchallenged, then it felt as though all his blood rushed to his face.

He inclined over his plate so he had the excuse of the steam making his face redden. Sweden instantly leaned back once his glasses had thoroughly fogged up, now more embarrassed from his mistake. He scrambled to clear his head and focus on his food before his blushing was noticed.

Too late.

Finland's voice arose, "Are you okay, Mr. Sweden?"

He was too stunned and nervous to reply immediately. Sweden looked forward as Finland continued, "Is it fever?"

Sweden went rigid when Finland's hand touched his forehead. The skin was tender and warm, and his touch was so gentle. Sweden wanted this caring hand to stay; he could smell the cleanness and natural sweetness of his skin over the food and it set him in a tranquil mood. Sweden wanted to draw him in carefully and cuddle him but here was not the appropriate place. He might have otherwise.

The thought of that however caused him to blush harder and for his eyelids to fall halfway closed. He watched how Finland's eyes were sparkling under the blanket of light over him, but then again to him, Finland's eyes were always sparkling. They were gorgeous gems the colour of lilac petals. He wanted to tell him how beautiful he was. Sweden wanted to tell him so much that he started to rationalize why doing this would not reveal his secret affection.

His mouth parted slightly, ready to create words, but then Finland spoke.

"I think it is!" Finland gasped. "We should get you medicine!"

"I'm not sick," Sweden murmured. "I'm fine."

"But…"

Sweden answered, "It's just…"

But he stopped. He was going to say warm in here, but a lump had formed in his throat. He couldn't possibly make himself lie in front of everyone.

So he finished with simply, "I'm happy."

Finland looked over his face. His eyes were still mild as he replied, "Oh, I see now!"

"Mm?"

"You're smiling!"

Sweden's face felt so soft as his small smile remained stuck on his lips. He nodded at Finland to confirm that statement.

Denmark finally felt safe to intrude. He burst out, "What? No way! He's smiling?"

He put his hands on the table and pushed upwards. Denmark leaned over his food to scrutinize Sweden.

"Where?" he demanded.

Finland said, "He is! He doesn't show it much and it's just like, the smallest movements mean a lot, you know?"

Sweden was stroked by joy to hear Finland describing him so accurately. He gazed at him as tenderly as he could although it could be interpreted as a glare by the others.

"No…" Denmark said with dramatic disbelief.

"It's true!" Sealand jumped in.

Ladonia accidentally dropped his fork onto his plate with a clatter as he pressed, "He's happy! I can see his smile too!"

Norway and Iceland looked to each other and Denmark shook his head. Denmark laughed, "Do I need a protractor to see this? I see a straight line but I might be missing the few degrees of difference!"

Finland let out a light laugh then touched a finger on the corner of Sweden's lip. "Right there," he insisted. "It curves!"

Sweden closed his eyes and felt tingling in his spine when the finger traced the shape of his mouth. He wondered if it was a big deal that Finland was being so touchy, or if this only to be expected. He was glad Finland was comfortable with him but he couldn't help but wonder if Finland was demonstrating feelings for him.

Was I just missed, or is there more? he thought. Finland's willingness to be close might wear off as everything went back to how it was before.

The hand dropped away. Sweden opened his eyes and continued to look over Finland in admiration. The light was brightening his hair and making it appear as though it was glowing. It was such a soft, magnificent blonde. He wondered if he could have touched it, gliding his hand over the hair then down his cheek.

Denmark, Iceland, and Norway peered at him until each of them started nodding.

"Oooh," Denmark said. "There is a difference. I'm going to look out for that from now on!"

Sweden gently turned away and went back to his food. He looked forward to the upcoming movie time and thought about it until he was done. Becoming full so easily, he had to wait until everyone else was finished first. His dishes were gathered for him and he was sent off to the couch after saying his thanks again. Sweden occupied himself with cleaning away the game that would have taken hours to finish, and when it was neatly packed in the box, Iceland took it away.

Norway brought out snacks in bowls and left them on the cleared-off coffee table. Denmark waddled in with a bundle of blankets and pillows then moved the table to the side so an area could be set up on the floor to lie on. Once it was ready, Denmark flopped onto the pillows and Norway sat beside him. Sealand and Ladonia swathed themselves in blankets and leaned against Sweden's legs once he sat on the couch. Finland claimed his earlier spot beside him and Iceland took the other side.

The snacks were reachable by all and there was enough room. Mr. Puffin cozied up on Iceland's lap and Hanatamago skipped over and went under the hands of Ladonia and Sealand to roll and be pet.

"Alright." Denmark clapped his hands together and hopped up. "The Lego Movie!"

"No," Norway uttered.

"But it's funny and family-friendly!" Denmark protested then addressed the children, "You guys want to watch it too, right?"

"As long as it's not in Danish," Sealand replied. Ladonia nodded in agreement.

Norway exhaled a chuckle. Denmark blushed and replied, "N-No, there's English..."

"It sounds good," Finland said. "I haven't seen it yet."

"What?" Denmark cried. "Then we're definitely watching it!"

"That's okay with you?" Finland asked Sweden.

He liked the idea of a fun, light movie. He nodded and replied, "Mm."

Denmark's lips shot up into a grin. He dashed to fetch the DVD and cram in into the player. He turned off the lights then lay on the blankets and pillows again, taking charge of the remotes. His legs flutter-kicked and he put his head into his hands. Sweden smiled then peaked at Finland beside him.

Finland noticed his movement and looked back at him. He smiled nicely then slid closer to him. Sweden's heart jumped but he moved in too so that he was lining his side. Iceland couldn't see from where he was and no one was looking back. Denmark hit play as Sweden snuck his arm back around Finland and waited. The movie started; Finland still had not reacted. Sweden relaxed and made his hand comfortable on his waist.

After a bit into the movie, after some smiles and soft laughs mostly due to Denmark's energetic reactions, Sweden's arm grew tired. He started to withdraw it and Finland shifted a bit away from him. Sweden frowned slightly, regretting what he did, but as he placed his hand down onto the couch between them Finland's hand slid over it like a cover.

Sweden's mind broke down temporarily. Sirens cried, Friends don't do this, friends don't do this! while his heartbeat soared. Finland moved back in now and dropped his head onto his arm. Sweden quivered as Finland turned over his hand then fit his own into it, palm against palm. Sweden bent his fingers over some of Finland's knuckles and caressed them.

This position was comfortable enough that they stayed here for the remainder of the film. They laughed together in their own ways, holding onto each other more tightly for moments before releasing and being gentle once more. Sweden turned his head and at times briefly touched his face into his hair, closing his eyes and smiling.

It felt so right. There was absolute tranquility within him.

Tonight. I will tell him, he thought. There would be no more waiting.

"Fin," he sighed into his ear. He glanced around to make sure no one heard him, and fortunately Denmark was having a laughter fit that was distracting the others.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think… you could read to me tonight?"

"Read?"

"Yes... I would like you to finish that book you were reading to me."

At the next Lego Batman appearance, Denmark fell back clutching his stomach, chortling so hard that he couldn't breathe. Sweden and Finland smiled at him but kept focusing on each other's voices.

Finland clarified, "Låt den rätte komma in?"

Sweden felt a pleasant heat rekindle in his chest to hear Finland's Swedish again. He added, "Please. I want to listen to your voice."

"Huh? Really?"

"It sounds nice."

"Even though I have an accent?"

Sweden rumbled, "It's cute."

Finland laughed quietly and played with Sweden's fingers, pressing the fingertips of each one. He whispered, "After the movie then."

Sweden's face touched his hair again. He sighed contently and held his hand. He could hardly focus on the end of the movie now that he knew he was going to spend some time with Finland and confess to him. He waited for the credits then parted hands with Finland as everyone began to stir. The lights were turned on and he stood up with Finland.

"I'm going to show Sweden his room now," Finland told them.

Denmark asked, "What? Going to bed already?"

Sweden replied, "I'm going to read with Finland."

"Oh, that book! Nice."

Finland went on ahead and Sweden followed him to the guest room that had been reserved for him. Finland opened the door, turned on the light, and indicated the dresser.

"We filled it with clothes for you," he explained. "And you might as well get ready for bed now. I will too and I'll see you soon."

Finland left and Sweden instantly went out to the bathroom. He took a towel and found a new toothbrush in its package waiting for him on the counter. He showered first, moving carefully under the hot water with arms fatigued from just lifting them off his sides for too long. Once he had done everything and headed out, he examined the drawers in his room.

He found the sock drawer then removed the budless rose from the pocket of his black sweater; a leafless and thornless, black stem that resembled only a rod. He tucked it in out of sight then closed the drawer back up. He searched for pyjamas next but upon opening another drawer, he found it.

The gray sweater.

Sweden removed what he had on now then slipped it over his head. He pulled the hoodie over his bony frame and it hung loosely off him. He had already seen how scrawny he was but it was still strange to see his ribs so clearly outlined above the abdomen that was drawn tightly inwards. Sweden kept looking then found some bottoms to put on with it.

He crossed his arms, catching the extra fabric against his chest. He opened the door then headed to the bed where he waited anxiously, lying down then sitting up constantly. He couldn't figure out what he should be doing when Finland walked in, but he was caught sitting up when Finland entered the room clad in pyjamas and with the dog in his wake.

He gently closed the door behind him and set a cup of water down on the nightstand. Finland stood for a moment, holding the book against his side and looking into his eyes. Then he moved, gliding onto the bed then sitting beside him cross-legged.

"You're wearing the sweater."

Sweden slid toward the whisper. He set his head on Finland's shoulder and closed his eyes. He inhaled when he felt Finland turn and nuzzle the top of his head.

"I like it," Sweden sighed, "because you got it for me."

He lifted his head and hesitantly searched Finland's face. Those enchanting eyes sparkled again, directly across from his and close. Encouraging him to speak.

"It was nice of you," he concluded.

Finland said softly, "It was Christmas, of course you were getting something!"

There was a thump on the bed that startled them both. When both turned their heads, they saw Hanatamago padding over the creases of blankets toward them. She stopped before them and Sweden reached out to pet her cottony fur with a few fingers. The dog relaxed under his hand and stretched out onto her stomach. Finland cooed her name then reached out to pet her too.

Sweden murmured, "I'm sorry I missed Christmas."

"Huh? Why?" Finland asked. "It wasn't your fault."

"I wanted to help you with everything."

"It's okay," Finland whispered. "Really."

"I'd have liked to give you presents too."

Finland rubbed Hanatamago's belly when she rolled. He tossed his head against Sweden's shoulder again as he replied gently, "Don't worry about me so much…"

Finland's arms crept around Sweden as he slid around to his front. They slid up and crossed behind his neck as he slipped into a hug with him. Finland's head was tucked neatly under his chin and Sweden's arms went around his back.

Both closed their eyes and slowed their breathing. Finland tightened his grip and Sweden felt his ear on his neck. There was a sniff below him, then a murmur, "Having you back was all I needed..."

Sweden slid back to regard his face. Finland was looking down now at the mattress and the dog was sitting up to his side. Sweden put his hands on either side of his face and spread his fingers as he lifted Finland's head. His eyes flicked over his features, seeing the influx of tears caught on his eyes, ready to spill. A few strays drops already had. Quick movements of his thumbs brushed them away, then Sweden touched his forehead against his.

"I love you," Sweden murmured. "So much. I always have."

Finland began to quiver. He sniffed again and put his arms around him. Silence passed, but Sweden understood that there was pain in Finland's neck as his tissues tightened. It took a few seconds before he could voice a few words.

"R-Ruotsi…"

Sweden stroked the back of his head. Eventually, Finland stopped trembling.

"Swe, I… I think that I feel the same way."

Finland slid under his chin to hug more tightly. Sweden ran his hands over his back as his eyes watered and his heart shook. He buried his face in his hair once more and whispered, "Forgive me… for everything I did. I'm sorry. I respect your independence…"

Then, more quietly he said, "I love you, Fin… I'll always love you."

"Swe," Finland murmured, "I know you never meant to hurt me… I know now."

Sweden touched Finland's head and dipped his face down further, covering more of his face with soft hair. He rumbled, "You're not mine."

"Thank you."

"Fin… I-I want to be with you. I want to spend time with you, do everything to make you happy… I want to live my life with you… the dog… the kids… Be a family."

Finland started to shake again. He pressed into Sweden and held tighter.

"Ruotsi…" he whispered again.

"I was afraid to say it," Sweden exhaled. "In case it ruined our friendship. I loved that too much and so…"

He trailed off. Finland sniffed then began to speak.

"I started to love you just recently, when I started to figure you out. When I stopped being afraid of you, began to recognize your smile, your laugh... I got to know your real personality. I saw how nice you were with Sealand, Ladonia, and Hana… You're nice. You're caring, playful, smart… Your smiles are pretty and I want to make you laugh more.

"It seemed like you did love me too, because you always looked so happy with me. You talked more, you smiled, you laughed... But I wasn't sure… and I was scared too. What if I was imagining it all? Why wouldn't you say it, if you felt that way too?"

Finland held the cloth of his sweater as Sweden rubbed a circle into his lower back.

"I wanted to do this… at T-Tom's house- but I was so nervous! I wanted to tell you everything… maybe cuddle with you…"

"Really?" Sweden's eyebrows lifted.

Finland nodded into his chest.

"I did too."

Finland inhaled and released his hold on his clothes. Now he stroked Sweden's back, pressing lightly on his muscles and whispering, "I could not be more sure that I loved you, when you were gone… I wanted you back so much. I was afraid you were hurt, going to die… And I wanted you to know but I couldn't confess, not when I couldn't know how you felt. But, I could read and tell you what was happening… I hoped you could hear me and that the words calmed you like they did me. I wanted to help you through as best as I could."

Sweden said, "You helped me more than you can imagine. Just thinking of you gave me the determination I needed to come home."

Finland continued massaging him as he breathed, "Every day that went by, Swe, I thought about what I could do to make you happy. Even if you only wanted to be friends. You just, became such a big part of my life and I couldn't ever let you go… I waited for you for months; I visited every day and at home I thought of you. I dreamt about you waking up, about us going out into the world on these adventures and having so much fun..."

"You were on my mind every step of the way," Sweden told him. "I felt like you did. I would have done anything to make you happy even if we only were friends. You mean everything to me."

Sweden bent down his head and nuzzled his temple. Finland wrapped his arms around him and sighed, "Your hugs are so warm…"

Peaceful silence reigned for a while. Then, "Can I stay with you?"

Sweden asked, "Tonight?"

"Yeah…" Finland mumbled.

"Of course."

"And tomorrow?"

Sweden nodded against his face. "Any day."

"I want to live with you." Finland nuzzled him back. "Nothing I've ever done has felt so… right. Let's build a house, Swe. On the border."

Sweden could hardly believe the words he was hearing. He could not stop nodding, could not stop his tears from running loose underneath his glasses. Finland drew back and rubbed away Sweden's tears then his own. They gazed into each other's saturated, shining eyes, eyelids starting to droop.

"You look so happy." Finland's smile broke free over a red-cheeked face.

Sweden tilted his head slowly. "I am."

He reached for Finland's face again. His hands cupped his cheeks and his fingers spread once more over his soft skin. Sweden's mind melted with his insides as he leaned in. His lips touched the vanilla skin of his forehead, then they withdrew after a moment. He felt the pink bands across his cheeks but didn't mind this time that Finland saw his blush.

Fingers lifted the glasses from off his face. Finland folded them and set them on the nightstand before he met him again. Sweden closed his eyes when a hand placed itself on his face and a kiss found his cheek. He held Finland's obliques and blinked open his eyes. He then moved in and placed a quick kiss on his nose, to which Finland responded with one on his.

They nuzzled briefly before they continued to exchanges soft, dry kisses. Their hands eventually found each other's and held on gently, before they leaned in at the same time. Sweden felt plush lips on his own and he felt so flimsy suddenly. Finland giggled when Sweden lay back, blushing and silent. He leaned over him and laughed, "So, am I going to read?"

Sweden sighed contently, "Please."

"So you want me to continue from where I left off?"

Sweden nodded.

"How much should I read?"

"As much as you'd like," Sweden murmured. "Just don't hurt your throat."

Finland took a drink from the cup on the nightstand then offered Sweden a sip. He drank some water as Finland collected the book then he passed the cup back. He crawled over while Finland's back was turned and hugged him, leaning in simultaneously to peck his cheekbone.

"Forgot to say," Sweden murmured into his ear, "you're beautiful."

Finland dropped back into him and put his hands over his arms.

"I think you're pretty too," Finland sighed tranquilly. "Your eyes… they used to terrify me but, they're such a nice colour. Sharp, clear… and the shape of your face is so..."

They snuggled before Sweden let him go and lay back down on the bed. Finland sat beside him and flipped through the pages of the novel, still warm in the face. A few moments later, Finland began to read and his confident and clear accent soothed Sweden like a caress. He found himself sinking into the mattress with a nearly invisible smile, listening to the rolling of the r's and feeling like he was floating away with them.

A few more chapters glided by on Finland's tongue. At a point he left to bring back water, but then he read more. Sweden was so entranced. He crossed his arms behind his head and creaked open his eyes to look at Finland. He was cross-legged beside him, staring down in concentration at the book held in his two hands. Once again, his eyes were so bright and shiny. Sweden gazed over them then the clear skin of his face that was wrapped around such a comely bone structure.

Finland glanced over at him. Sweden slid his eyes shut again and continued listening to the reading that had not skipped a beat. He let his heart slow as Finland continued to flip through the pages, more so when Finland freed a hand to stroke through his hair. His breaths drew out longer and came in slower as the story danced into his ears and the loving touch eased his being.

The words started to fade after a while and all light disappeared. Shadowy trees appeared in his vision, sprouting from the ground one-by-one to endless heights. An utter silence drifted in to replace Finland's voice and Sweden looked around himself fearfully. He shivered to see that the almost complete darkness stretched unendingly in every direction with the trees.

He padded forward with the certain feeling of eyes watching them. Black eyes; empty eyes. There was something gray hovering at his side and Sweden hesitantly glanced to it. He jolted.

A corpse was standing and staring back at him, its wedding dress lifting and falling in the soft breeze. Sweden hurried forward and left it behind, his footsteps thumping away on the ground showered in pine needles. He walked briskly onward into the unknown, his heart rate increasing ever so more as he sought an exit.

He began to panic and now he couldn't get himself to calm down. The stress caused his trembling to worsen and for his heart rate to soar. Sweden kept going, striding faster until he was running. He wanted to get out. Where was the light? He needed it. He didn't want to be here.

Finland, where are you?

A chink came from behind him. Then another, a metallic scraping like a sharp knife touching a plate. Sweden breathed in and out rapidly and felt adrenaline burning in him like white fire.

Don't look back, don't look back, don't look-

Why was he looking back? Why couldn't he stop himself from looking back? Sweden was turning around despite how his mind screamed. His feet planted themselves after completing their 180 degree turn and now he gazed through the obscurity. From it, a massive shape approached. He saw the outlines of mechanical arms and hooked blades stretching out for him, chinking again and groaning at the hinges.

His feet seemed to be frozen to the ground and now he was left struggling frantically to move. He whined helplessly and quaked, unable to do anymore than that.

Finland...

"It's okay," a gentle voice whispered. "It's over."

Sweden felt warm now. He felt a hand cupping his cheek and then another stroking fingertips over his forehead. Focusing on the touches pulled him from the nightmare and brought him back to the present. His moist eyes peeled open and Sweden saw Finland bent over him with eyes glowing softly with concern.

Sweden turned into the hand holding his face. He was so thankful for its mild presence. His shivering toned down as Finland pet his face and hair slowly and constantly, never leaving him without a touch for even a second. Sweden became aware that there was a pillow under his head and a pair of legs under it; he had been set onto Finland's lap at some point. Sweden sniffed and weakly shifted into him.

He could hardly think now. He was so shaken and Finland was here. He wrapped his arms around Finland's middle and pulled himself closer until his face touched his stomach. The hands did not depart. They found him again and caressed the back and top of his head until they slid down to his back.

Finland bent over and hugged him. Sweden let go of him and turned onto his back so that it was easier for Finland to collect him into his arms. He held him until he finally stopped shivering. Sweden looked up into his eyes and Finland began touching the sides of his face again. Sweden let his eyelids drop closed now to only feel the soft hands on his skin.

"Are you okay?" Finland whispered.

Sweden murmured, "Yes…"

"Are you?"

Sweden nodded while he tilted his head back into Finland's hand.

"I am," he mumbled. "You're here."

Finland touched his forehead to his.

"I can't imagine what you've seen," Finland spoke to him quietly. "But you are very strong to have survived it all."

Sweden felt a little tongue touch his hand resting on the bed. He looked over and saw Hanatamago there beside him. After being seen, she came in and tucked herself into his side.

"I thought of everything I wanted to come back to," Sweden whispered. "I told you how I thought of you… and the things we could do once I got back."

"Like what?" Finland smiled comfortingly as he ran his fingers over Sweden's jawline.

"I wanted to give you presents," he spoke with heavy lips. "Maybe… jump into some cold lakes with you. I know how fun you think that is."

Finland's smile widened. "Yeah," he laughed lightly. "I do like that..."

"Saunas… candy… whatever you like," Sweden mumbled. "I just wanted to spend time with you."

It was so alluring to look into Finland's eyes when they did not express any fear. He wanted to stay in his arms forever, so cozy and trusted.

"We will do all that," Finland promised. "Once you're better."

Sweden stayed quiet, having nothing more to say. He enjoyed relaxing in his lap and having his face and hair pet while Finland's scent washed over him.

"Sweden," Finland murmured after a while. "How often do you have these nightmares?"

"I don't know," he replied in all honesty. "I didn't wake up from any in the hospital, so maybe I forgot them."

"You don't have to tell me what happened," Finland said softly. "But I want to help you through this. I don't want this to haunt you forever."

Finland glanced at the digital clock to the side that shared the nightstand with the cup and the closed book. He whispered, "I suppose you were getting too tired."

Sweden nodded slowly.

"It's getting late anyway…" Finland said. "Maybe we should go to bed."

He transferred Sweden's head with the pillow off his legs and onto the bed. Finland's hand trailed off his face and left trails of tingling warmth.

"I'll be back quick," Finland said.

Sweden switched out the sweater for a thinner pyjama top while he was gone. Finland did return swiftly, but Sweden departed after him to the bathroom as well. He spent time washing his face of sticky tears off before he returned to his room, the journey unseen by all. There was silence in the house; everyone else had already gone to bed.

Sweden closed the door quietly behind himself, turned off the light, then padded to the bed where Finland awaited him. Hanatamago was now curled up on the end of the bed, so still and silent that it was as though she was not there. Sweden lifted the blankets then crawled in. There he waited until hands found his arm and stomach, and Finland had glided smoothly up into him.

Sweden put himself onto his side and draped an arm around Finland. Finland turned onto his side as well, facing him now and wiggling in closer. Sweden adjusted the blanket around them both then slid his arm along Finland's spine to rest it on his upper back.

Finland asked, "Are you comfortable?"

How could words describe how he felt?

Sweden left a kiss in his hair. "Yes."

"This is nice," Finland mumbled into his shirt. "I hope this will help."

"It will," he sighed.

This was better than the last time, when he had held Finland under the stars. Now Finland had come to him, staying here out of his own free will. Sweden had never been so comfortable before in any time he had tried to rest. The temperature was perfect, the blankets and pillows were where they needed to be, and Finland's presence seemed to cast a spell on him. Sweden's coziness and fatigue soon blended until he was left with pleasant dreams.

He had never felt so euphoric to wake up with Finland there beside him. It had not been a dream like he had feared. Sunlight touched upon Finland's sleeping form, making his skin glow as he respired quietly. He was on his side and still loosely in his hold. Sweden's hand glided down to settle over his then he shifted back slightly to regard Finland's sleeping visage.

Finland blinked awake and stretched. His legs trembled, then he went limp and gazed at Sweden.

"Hey," Finland breathed.

Sweden smiled. Finland's hand came up and touched the side of his face. His fingers touched the curve of his lips then they pressed on his cheek, pulling his smile then compressing it. Sweden's eyes drooped as he let Finland play with his face and he let out a faint, amused exhale.

When Finland's hand crept away, he said, "Your real smile is so pretty."

They both closed their eyes as their foreheads touched and their hands rested on each other's sides. Here it was so easy to relax, thus Sweden began to doze again. Finland soon asked though, "Do you remember the other nightmare you had?"

Sweden frowned. "Another?"

"I woke you up," Finland whispered. "I held you again and you told me a bit about the Land of Eternal Night."

"I don't remember."

"I thought it would happen. You were really tired," Finland said. "But… Swe, you are a wonderful parent. Max is happy and safe thanks to you. He will never forget you and I think he'll even try to find you one day. Your place isn't that big, you know."

"Thank you."

"I mean it, Swe. You're meant to have a happy ending like that after the nightmare you experienced."

Sweden paused. "What did I tell you I saw there?"

Finland hesitated too. He didn't answer first, instead just rubbed his side for a moment. When he replied, he said only, "I wish you never had to go through what you did. A person as good as you was not meant to be there."

"Do you know about the flower?" Sweden asked.

Finland nodded against him. "I can't wait to see it."

Sweden felt slightly disappointed that he had spoiled the surprise. It faded when he thought about how much he enjoyed where they were right now and how happy Finland would be to see the flower when it bloomed again. They cuddled for a few more minutes until Finland eventually sighed, "Okay, we better get up before anyone knows I was here."

They broke apart to get ready for breakfast. Both sat up to immediately notice that the door was not completely shut like it had been the night before. It was slightly ajar.

"Someone saw us!" Finland whispered hurriedly.

Sweden regarded the door silently.

"It's okay though," Finland sighed. "Right? It's not a big deal, is it?"

Sweden shook his head, agreeing that it wasn't a problem. Thinking about it, he didn't mind if others had seen him cuddling with Finland. He hadn't intended to keep his feelings a secret from them anyway.

Finland slid down onto his feet then started to head toward the door. He looked behind his shoulder to say mildly, "Come on then, everything's fine."

Finland's face then froze. It startled Sweden until Finland explained, "Hana's gone."

He understood too and said, "Someone took her out."

"Who though?" Finland mused.

"But it's okay," Sweden reminded him as he stood up, "because it doesn't matter."

"Yeah…" Finland exhaled. "It's just that I don't want it to be awkward if they want to talk about it at breakfast."

Finland peeked out into the hall, saw no one in sight, then slipped out past him. As Finland got ready, Sweden did as well, meeting him later in the hall with his day clothes and glasses on. By the time they had come down to the table together, Norway was sitting there with a cup of coffee already in hand. Embarrassment infected Sweden but he and Finland went on preparing simple breakfasts of yogurt and crispbread for themselves.

"Good morning," Norway said to them. That was all; he said no more.

They sat on either side of him after returning the greeting. Then came the silence. Sweden wanted to know very much what Norway thought of it all and he wondered why he was quiet. He would have expected at least a small comment from him by now.

"Hey…" Finland seemed to have finally cracked. He turned to Norway, "You don't care, right?"

"About what?" Norway asked.

Finland shifted in his seat, nervous to have to clarify. "You know… when you opened the door to get Hana and saw..."

"What are you talking about?" Norway muttered.

Finland threw a confused look to Sweden. Sweden knew he was thinking the same thought that he shared: Is Norway pretending he didn't see for our sakes?

But it didn't seem that Norway would lie, so Sweden started to believe that he was not the person who took the dog out.

But the others don't wake up so early... right?

"I don't know what I was supposed to see," Norway continued. "But I didn't take out your dog. That's what Iceland's doing right now."

Sweden contained the jolt of surprise that almost took form. Now Finland was looking at him worriedly.

"What is it?" Norway looked over the cup near his face to Finland. He had seen the worried glances.

The front door opened then clicked shut. Instead of answering, Finland jumped up walked out of the room and Sweden followed him. By the front door, Iceland was kneeling and taking the leash off Hanatamago. The little dog skipped free immediately once let loose to blissfully greet Sweden and Finland. Iceland was left standing with his bird companion sitting on his head and looking between the two of them.

"What?" he asked.

"So you took her out?" Finland responded.

Iceland held up the leash, furrowing his eyebrows. "Um, yeah?"

He set it aside then walked past them to the kitchen. Finland looked at Sweden again, unsure, then they went back to their breakfasts. Still, no one made a comment about them and there was only silence at the table. Sweden began wondering if Iceland even knew. It was possible that he had only opened the door a bit and the dog had squirmed out, so he had not seen more of the room.

After they had taken care of their dishes, Sweden and Finland met in the living room. It was empty; the children who normally occupied it seemed to still be asleep. Denmark too, although Iceland was strangely awake at this time.

"He's never been up before me," Finland whispered.

Sweden shrugged. "Maybe it's just today."

"Well, I guess no one saw," Finland said.

He nodded. At this time Hanatamago skipped into the room, interested by their proximity and whispering. They both looked down to her, prompting Finland to say, "Iceland didn't walk her; he just took her out."

"You want to go for a walk?"

Finland said, "The exercise would be good for you and we won't go far."

The idea sounded perfect to Sweden. They went straight to the front to put on their winterwear and some on the dog that followed them. Sweden crouched down and helped Finland put booties onto her tiny paws, then a coat. They stood back and observed her tenderly for a moment, adoring the pleased, fluffy dog dressed up in Christmas red and white who was watching them with shining, black eyes.

Finland clipped on her leash then slid it into one of Sweden's hands. "You have to walk her," he insisted. "She missed that so much."

The tail wagged more. Hanatamago yipped and spread out her limbs in excitement. While Sweden watched her, Finland took the opportunity to wrap a scarf around Sweden's neck and the lower half of his face.

"To protect your lungs," Finland murmured.

Sweden smiled under the scarf and Finland must have seen it in his eyes because he smiled back. Sweden headed to the door and opened it, leading them both into the chilly air. He had hardly taken two steps from the house before a snowball met him in the chest. He halted and turned toward the direction it was thrown and find the culprit.

Denmark was crouching behind a short and lopsided snowman. To his sides were Sealand and Ladonia, now giggling. Sweden brushed the snow off his jacket as Finland called out to them, "What are you doing up?"

"It snowed last night so I woke everyone up to come outside!" Denmark laughed. "Look! I even got Iceland and Norway to make one!"

Denmark pointed to another snowman, one fully sized and superiorly neater than his and the childrens'. As Finland and Sweden took the time to be amused by the difference, Denmark started to chuckle, "But I noticed that Finland's room was empty…"

They stared at him, eyes widening. Denmark paused, then sighed, "I wasn't going to wake you two when you were looking so cozy."

Ladonia and Sealand looked up in befuddlement. Finland gasped, "So it was you?"

"Yeah."

Finland started to ask, "Did you tell-"

"No, unless you want me to. Then I will definitely say how cute-"

Finland blushed instantly and said, "No, no… um… we'll tell them…"

"You going for a walk?" Denmark asked.

"Er, yeah…" Finland answered.

"Gonna hold hands?"

Finland stammered, "D-Denmark!"

"No?" he laughed. "Why not?"

Sweden absolutely loved how blushy they both were being. He let his hand hang loose and by him, and Finland clasped it although it only made his own face redden more. A grin snuck across Denmark's face and he said, "Aww, look at you two. We were wondering when this was going to happen!"

"Wh-what?" Finland blinked.

"Hey, is he smiling? You smiling, Swe?" Denmark asked. "Pull down your scarf."

Sweden laughed in an exhale then revealed his whole face.

"He is!" Denmark exclaimed. "So happy… and was that a laugh then?"

"It was," Finland smiled.

"Aww," Denmark cooed again. "I've never seen Sweden like this, being so sweet! Alright, I won't be the one to tell them, but Norway and Iceland will want to know too. I'll see you guys later then!"

Sweden covered his face back up and nodded. He then walked away with Finland across the yard toward the sidewalk. Sweden glanced back and espied Denmark's giant smile before they rounded a corner and the house disappeared from sight.

Finland's head touched his shoulder and a blissful laugh now escaped him. Hanatamago padded along calmly at Sweden's side as he tilted his head toward Finland. His skin touched his hair and Sweden's heart beat warmly in the frozen world.

Finland sighed serenely, "We'll tell them when we get back, won't we?"

Sweden nodded and rubbed his thumb over his. Their hands squeezed each other's meaningfully for a few moments then relaxed.

"Yes," Sweden murmured. "We will."

The End