Author Commentary: Finally, some Sweden x Finland for you. Hopefully it doesn't seem to weak, I still don't have a solid idea.
Pair: Sweden x Finland
Rating: T
Warnings: Yaoi, Mpreg, human names
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the nation babies.
"40 degrees Celsius. Yup, you're defiantly sick." Tino said, looking at the thermometer, "You just rest for today."
"I f'el f'ne." Berwald insisted from his lying down position on the bed.
"I don't want to hear it." Tino said, waving his hand dismissively, "You stay there. I have to go pick Peter and Laila from school."
When Tino left the room, Berwald sighed and slumped down. Dammit, of all days, he had to get sick on his little girl's sixth birthday.
Tino pulled up in front of the school, looking around to spot the two young blondes. After a moment, he caught sight of them. Peter, the ever happy micro-nation, hadn't gotten his wish to be tall like Berwald. He'd barely grown a few centimeters, making him a small-for-his-age eighteen-year-old. He wasn't particularly bothered by it anymore, now that he was at the age that he understood that things weren't always going to go the way you wanted them too. He was walking down the school steps with little Laila at his side. She had inherited her mother's looks, but her father's uncanny ability to intimidate people just by being in the room had also passed on to her.
"Hey you two." Tino said as they got into the car, "How was your day?"
"Hey Äiti." Peter said in his unnaturally deep voice, "It was good."
"Yeah." Laila agreed. She looked around, "I thought Pappa was going to pick us up." she asked.
"Sorry sweetie, Pappa is sick today." Tino said, smiling at the little girl.
Laila said nothing. She didn't speak with the same mumble as her father, but she spoke about the same amount as her father. She looked down at her hands.
Tino smiled and pulled out of the parking space, "I'm sorry namuseni, I know you wanted Pappa to be here, but it's okay, he's still going to be there for your party, okay?"
"Yeah, cheer up grabben." Peter said, ruffling his sister's hair. Laila giggled and swatted his hands away.
Tino smiled. He had been apprehensive as to how Peter would react to having a little sister (he had really wanted a brother), but he really did love Laila. He had even taken her to all the school sponsored dances when she didn't have any friends to go with (the girls were jealous of her looks, and the boys were intimidated by her). He was probably the best big brother anyone could have.
They pulled up to the house and got out of the car. Laila ran inside and climbed the stairs to her parents room. Berwald was sleeping, his breath wheezing slightly and a light layer of sweat clinging to his skin. Laila crawled up onto the bed and sat down at her father's side, watching him sleep. She then flopped down over top of his stomach. Berwald started awake, then slumped back down.
"Vak upp pappa." she said, wiggling, trying to get her father to wake up.
"M' aw'ke." Berwald said, smiling at his little angel.
"Are you feeling better?" Laila asked, putting her small hand on Berwald's forehead.
Berwald took her hand off his forehead and gave it a kiss, "Am n'w."
Laila wrapped her arms around her father's neck and squeezed. Berwald picked her up and got out of bed. Walking into the kitchen, he spotted Tino making dinner for the four of them.
"Hey there." he said when he saw them, "I was wondering where she ran off to."
"Sh' c'me t' w'ke m' 'p." Berwald said, placing Laila on the floor. Laila gave her mother a hug around the waist and ran off to find something to entertain herself.
Tino laughed, "She sure does love you, doesn't she."
"Sh' l'ves th' b'th 'f 's." Berwald said, not really liking the turn the conversation was taking.
"I know that." Tino said, not noticing Berwald's tone, "She's just so cute about it though."
Berwald smiled. Tino squeaked as strong arms encircled his waist from behind.
"Berwald!" he yelped as his husband began kissing his neck and ear, "I have to get dinner ready!"
Berwald payed this comment no mind, continuing his attack on the small Finnish male. Tino tried to squirm out of the Swede's grasp, but it was like trying to get out of a Chinese Finger Trap. The harder you pulled, the tighter it got.
"Hey, save it for the bedroom you two." Peter said, "There are children present."
Tino managed to get out of the embrace, "You are way too comfortable with this sort of thing Peter."
Peter shrugged, "It's not any worse than the time that I walked in on you guys in the study. I still have nightmares from time to time."
Tino flushed, "T-se oli! . . . W-olimme. . . uh." he stuttered. Berwald looked away, a very pale pink dusting his cheeks.
Laila walked back into the kitchen, took one look at her family's faces, and then turned around and walked back out. Peter smirked and followed.
Tino slumped down into the nearest chair, "Ugh, kids."
Berwald, sat down next to him, "H's a gr'wn m'n, s' h' kn'ws 'bout th'se th'ngs." he said, rubbing Tino's back with one hand.
Tino sighed, standing up, "I have to finnish dinner." he said, "You should be upstairs resting."
"I f'el b'tter n'w." Berwald insisted. Tino placed a hind on his forehead (like Äiti, like tytär, after all).
"Hm. Well, your temperature has gone down." he said, "But you should take some medicine. It'll make you get better."
Berwald responded to this by clamping his mouth shut. Tino gave him a look.
"Oh Berwald, grow up." he said, pulling the medicine out of the cabinet, "What sort of example do you want to be setting for Laila?"
Pulling Laila up like that should be cheating, "T'ste's 'wful." Berwald said, looking a little pale as Tino poured two tablespoons of medicine out into the little cup.
"Tough cookies, now take your medicine." Tino said, holding the medicine up to Berwald's mouth. Berwald pointedly pulled away.
Tino rolled his eyes, pushing the spoon against his husband's mouth again. When Berwald pulled away again, Tino yelled, "Oh stop it! It's medicine! It'll make you better!"
Berwald gave Tino an unreadable look. Then got up to flee the kitchen before his wife could shove that sludge down his throat forcefully.
"Berwald." Tino said.
Against his better judgement, the tall Swede turned to face the little Finn. He was very surprised to find his lips occupied by a very soft pair that belonged to a very cute Finn. Not one to reject his little wife, Berwald kissed back, running his tongue along the seam of his lips. Tino smiled and pushed his tongue into Berwald's mouth.
And with it, the horrible medicine.
Berwald nearly gagged at the terrible taste. He tried to pull away before the nasty stuff could slide down his throat, but Tino was stronger than he looked, and held Berwald in place while the sludge made it's way down his throat. Pulling away, Berwald sputtered, glaring at Tino.
Tino whipped some medicine from the corner of his mouth, "Ota lääkettä, kun sitä tarvitaan, ja en olisi huijata haluat, että typerä."
Berwald wrapped Tino in an embrace, "Jag ska få dig tillbaka till det senare." he said lowly, giving that cute little behind a grope for good measure. He let go just as Peter and Laila came back into the kitchen.
"Hey, is dinner ready yet, or are you two too busy with other things?" Peter asked.
"What 'other things'?" Laila asked.
"Never mind sweetie. I was just getting Pappa to take his medicine." Tino said, shooting a glare at Peter that clearly said 'don't you dare say anything'.
Berwald quietly left the kitchen and went back upstairs to change out of his pyjamas and into some better clothes. When he came back down, Peter and Laila were both helping in the kitchen. Berwald then remembered something he had to do.
Walking forward, he scooped Laila up in his arms, "Födelsedagen lite ljus." he said. Tino and Peter smiled and joined the two in a family group hug.
Author Commentary: This seems more like SuFin than SuFin+family. Oh well, I like how it came out in the end though. Though the ending could use some work.
Ahshit, I can't do Sweden dialogue.
Translations:
Äiti; Mom
Pappa; Daddy
grabben;
Vak upp pappa.; Wake up Daddy.
T-se oli! . . . W-olimme. . . uh.; T-that was! . . . W-we were . . . uh.
tytär; daughter
Ota lääkettä, kun sitä tarvitaan, ja en olisi huijata haluat, että typerä.; Take your medicine when you need it, and I won't have to trick you, silly.
Jag ska få dig tillbaka till det senare.; I'll get you back for that later.
Födelsedagen lite ljus.; Happy birthday little light. ('Laila' means light in Finnish, or so I believe)