Saturday
Instead of fluff or alarm clocks to wake us up, we had Emil. Well, I guess it was fluff by proxy, as Hanatamago woke Emil, who proceeded to wake the entire house. Needless to say, he had been a bit surprised when a slimy, wet tongue attacked his face at five in the morning. I blinked a few times after hearing his cry of dismay, then looked up at Berwald to gauge his reaction. He didn't seem too concerned, so I decided I wouldn't be either. I snuggled up, pressing my face into the crook of his neck. He responded immediately, snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me closer. We lay there for a few minutes before he got up, wheeling over to the closet to get some clothes for the day. I sat up, rubbing my eyes as I yawned. I was going to get up as well, but Berwald stopped me before I had the chance.
"Go ba' to sleep. Goin' to wal' Hanatamago." He explained. Any other time, I would have argued, insisting that I come along. But it was five in the morning, and we had gotten to bed kind of late the night before. So I rolled over, snuggling into the covers again. Berwald said something before he left, but I was already dozing off, so the only word I picked out was "Emil."
When I woke the second time, I felt much more rested, and sighed happily. And, even better, I could feel Berwald's arms around me, meaning he had returned to bed as well. I smiled, not bothering to open my eyes as I turned over. With any luck, I could catch a few more minutes of sleep before Berwald woke up. I wrapped my arms around him too, pulling him closer to me. But he moved way too easily for his size, and I opened my eyes to investigate.
To my surprise, it wasn't Berwald I was cuddling at all, but Emil. (Assuming that the almost white-blonde hair on his head was any indicator.) I blinked, not sure what to do in this situation. I didn't want to wake him by moving around, but I was scared that Berwald would come in, see our positions, and get the wrong idea.
Of course, with my luck, he did just that, walking in before I even had the chance to make a choice. I looked up at him, stupidly. Maybe if I had just faked sleep, I could have gotten away with it. But he had seen, and was holding eye contact. I frowned, opening my mouth immediately to explain myself.
"Ber! I promise it isn't what it looks like! I mean, I just woke up and he was here, and I thought he was you, so I turned over and hugged him, but it wasn't you, but I didn't know till I opened my eyes, and then I didn't want to wake him up, but I didn't want you to think that I'm cheating on you, because I'm really not, so please don't be mad or kick me out or be angry at Emil, because it was really an accident, and..."
He silenced me with his hand, held up in a "stop" motion. I frowned, desperately pleading with my eyes for him to not hate me. He rolled his eyes, leaning over Emil to give me a kiss.
"Ah tol' ya Ah was sendin' him in. Didn' ya hear me?" He asked, and I shook my head, earning a sigh from him. "Well, Ah figured he migh' like to ge' a' leas' a little sleep in a bed." He explained. "An' Ah wasn' plannin' on gettin' back in bed, so Ah sen' him in. An' Ah kin' of expected the cuddlin'. Ya do i' in yer sleep, and Emil likes ya."
I breathed a sigh of relief, smiling at him.
"That's a bit mean! You shouldn't tease him if you're not going to give him a chance to compete!"
"Yer one to talk." He pointed out, making me roll my eyes.
"Fair enough. What time is it?" I wondered, as I couldn't see the clock over Emil.
"Eigh'. Lukas made breakfast." He informed me, and I sniffed, indeed detecting the smell of bacon in the air.
"Um... Should I wake Emil up?" I asked, looking down at the teen doubtfully.
"Probably." He decided, leaving me to it as he took his leave. I glared in the direction of the door, wondering how he could leave me like that. Putting it from my mind, I tapped Emil's back, trying to wake him gently. It took a few taps, of increasing strength, before he finally stirred. But instead of drawing back, he clung closer, nuzzling into my collar. Is this how Berwald felt with me every morning? Well, I guess it wasn't a bad feeling. In fact, it kind of warmed my heart. But Emil wasn't my boyfriend, and I needed to detach him from me as soon as possible. I wanted some of that bacon.
"Emil?" I cooed, patting his back to pull him further into the world of consciousness.
"Hmmn?" He groaned, slowly turning his head upwards to look at me.
"Morning." I greeted, giving him a smile. It took him a few, slow seconds to register his whereabouts, but his face went from porcelain white to tomato red in a second. He flew back, falling off the bed in his hast to separate from me, earning a giggle from me. "That's one way to start the day, I suppose. I prefer breakfast though. Lukas made some, I figured you'd want to eat."
He just stared at me wide-eyed, and I gave up on trying to elicit words from him. I got out of bed, giving him one last smile before I left the room, hoping he would use the alone time to collect himself. The smell of delicious food grew stronger the closer I came to the kitchen, and I sniffed appreciatively as I entered. Lukas offered me a plate before I even had a chance to inquire about it, and I grinned.
"Thanks, smells great!" I complimented, taking it to the table and sitting next to Berwald. He had waited for me, and only began eating once I had. Lukas and Mathias also tucked in, and eventually Emil joined us, still red-faced and silent, but composed enough to get a fork into his mouth. We exchanged a bit of small talk and decided what Lukas was making for dinner on Wednesday. He agreed to make a Finnish dish that I suggested, as long as I helped him with it. I warned him about my horrible cooking skills, but he disregarded my warning, insisting that he'd be able to salvage anything I messed up.
Our guests took their leave after breakfast, wishing us luck on the remainder of the unpacking. That having reminded me, I took at look at the pile of boxes and winced. Even though we had spent a lot of time unpacking the day before, there was still plenty to do. I sighed, leaving Berwald to the dishes while I began work on unpacking. He joined me once he had finished his job, opening boxes and finding places for my belongings. I was surprised when I realised that I was on the last box, and it was only one in the afternoon. That meant it was about time for lunch.
As a reward for getting through the boxes, Berwald decided to take me out for lunch, and I was hardly one to argue. We walked into town, debating on where to stop, finally stumbling upon an international buffet. Neither of us had been before, so we decided to give it a try. We were seated quickly, and it was off to get food.
To be totally honest, buffets were not my best friends. I always ended up eating way too much, and the food was far from healthy. Still, it's not like I go very often, so I figured I could let myself be spoiled this once. I picked out the food I wanted, doing my best to be adventurous with what I tried. I had to help Berwald get his as well, seeing as the counters were a little too high for him. I could see his annoyance, but he didn't say anything, just pointing out what he wanted so I could put it on a plate.
We returned to our table, finding our drinks had been delivered while we were getting food.
The food was pretty good, especially considering it was a buffet. I was about halfway through my plate when I finally remembered that I was kind of on a date and that I should probably be making conversation.
"So, did you and the doctor decide when you would be going in?" I asked. He nodded, finishing his bite before speaking.
"Ja, tomorrow afternoo'. Do ya wan' to come with me?"
"For sure! Is that okei?"
"Ja. Ah'd rather ya come." He admitted, warming my heart with his honesty.
"Okei. What should we do after that? Oh, I guess we could go get whatever's left at my apartment. It's not much though, honestly, but I'd rather go ahead and grab it, if that's okei with you."
"Sure. Anythin' after tha'?"
"Nope, you can decide! I always end up making the plans for the day, so you can have at least part of the day for whatever you want to do." I decided, getting ready to go up for a second plate. "Do you want anything else? I'm getting up anyway."
"Ja, some more of tha' chicken, please."
"Okei, be back in one sec!" I promised, returning to the counter and filling both of our plates again. Berwald was waiting patiently for me to return, and I smiled as I sat back down.
"Alright, so, what should we do tonight? We could have a movie night! I mean, if that's alright with you."
"Ja, soun's goo'." He agreed.
"Okei, well, what should we watch? Um, actually, I don't even remember what you have!" I admitted.
"No' much. We coul' ren' somethin'." He offered, and I smiled.
"Sure, that sounds good! So I guess we'll decide when we get there. And I could make some cookies, and we could drink hot chocolate, and it'll be super fun! Oh, but I guess I should skip dessert here, huh? Not to boast, but my cookies are pretty awesome. What kind should I make?" I wondered.
"...Sugar?" He offered, looking a bit frightened.
"Hmm... Okei. That'll save us a trip to the supermarket anyway. Do you like yours kind of gooey in the middle, or do you like them super done?"
"Ah don' min', whichever ya prefer."
"Gooey it is then! Do you want any dessert before we go? Or maybe more food? I think I'm done, but I can go grab you something if you're still hungry." I assured.
"Nej, Ah'm ready."
"Alright, let's get going then!"
We left a tip for our waitress and headed out, walking down to the last remaining movie rental business in town. It was pretty busy, but that wasn't too surprising; It was Saturday. We waited patiently for people to pick their movies so that we could enter the aisles. (Berwald pretty much took up the entire aisle, so we didn't have much choice.) We actually had trouble coming to a conclusion on which movie to rent. I insisted on getting an action or horror movie, while Berwald was unshakable in his resolve to get a romantic comedy. After a short "debate" (one that earned us a few stares) we compromised and decided to rent a children's movie. I mean, those always had a little of everything anyway, so it was a pretty decent compromise.
We earned a few more stares as we tried to decide on which children's movie to get. He wanted to rent something classic, like the Lion King. I was not on board with that. Not that I didn't love the Lion King. I mean, who doesn't love watching the feline version of Hamlet Disney style? But there comes a time in every Finn's life when he has to accept that he has seen said version of Hamlet more than fifty times, and it's time to see something new.
And so I argued in favor of a new release. After a short staring contest that I very nearly lost, he sighed and let me pick out the movie. I smiled, promising he could have his turn next time, then returned to browsing through the dvds. I had heard good things about Rise of The Guardians, so I grabbed it. Do not ask where I heard it was good. Tumblr is a dark place.
Seeing as I had chosen the movie, I refused to let Berwald pay for it, and he didn't fight me too hard. I thanked the cashier, and we began the walk home. I think Berwald was trying not to talk to me, something like the silent treatment as a punishment for winning our little scuffle back in the rental place. I might have worried, but I knew that that would only give him satisfaction. So I decided to guilt him instead.
"Hei Ber?"
No response, but I still smiled happily.
"I love you a lot! You're so sweet for letting me pick the movie! And you hardly even fought me on it! I think I've got the best boyfriend in the whole world."
Sure enough, when I looked over, he was looking pretty flustered, maybe even a bit uncomfortable. I grinned, swooping down for a quick kiss. We continued in silence for a few seconds, and then it finally made him crack.
"D-Do ya wan' any help makin' cookies?" He asked. I chuckled, shaking my head.
"No, I think I can handle that much on my own, thanks though. Are you any good at making hot chocolate? I'm alright at it, but my mother was always better. I don't know how moms are always so good at cooking, but that's definitely a thing. Their children simply cannot compare. You know, that makes me wonder... Were moms from a long time ago, like, gourmet chefs? Because if the kids can never be as good as the moms, then that would mean that each generation would get a little bit worse. So, are we really shitty cooks compared to those of yore? Speaking of kids, we got some pretty funny looks while we were looking at the kid's movies, huh?" I babbled. He nodded. "Hmm... Maybe we should acquire a child, so that we don't look so weird doing stuff like that." I joked, and he nodded again.
"Ja, tha's a goo' idea." He agreed. I laughed.
"I mean, imagine all the stuff we could get away with if we had a kid!" I continued.
"And he'd make a good playmate for Hanatamago." He added.
"Right! And we could have Emil babysit; He's a sweet kid, I'm sure he wouldn't mind." I pointed out.
"Course he wouldn'. And Ah coul' move mah worksho' ou' to the she'. Coul' be his bedroom." He offered.
"Oh, joo, that would be the perfect place for a bedroom, right across from us!" I agreed, then began giggling. "Well that was fun." I announced. Berwald just looked up at me, his face not showing any hint of amusement.
"Wha' was fun?" He asked, and I blinked.
"Um... joking around like that?" I replied.
"Wha' do ya mean? Ah wasn' jokin'." He said, and I froze.
"Y-You weren't?" I stuttered.
"Course no'. Ah'd love to have a ki'." He assured.
"O-Oh! Well um... I was only kidding! I mean, I'm sure it would be great to have a kid, but there'll be plenty of time for that, I mean, we just got settled down, and we've actually only been together for a few weeks, and I'm only twenty one, at least for another week or so, and I don't know if I'm ready to have a kid, and..."
"Your birthday is comin' up soon?" He interrupted.
"Huh? Oh, joo. December sixth, but I don't want anything, alright? Well... I guess you could get me a bottle of vodka... I do like that a lot... But you really don't need to get me anything Ber, I've got plenty, especially now that I've got you!"
There was a short pause, and then I groaned, covering my face.
"I'm sorry, that was the corniest thing I think I've ever said, oh my gosh." I flushed, turning away from him as I tried to compose myself.
"Tino-"
"No, don't even try to tell me that it wasn't corny! I sounded like one of the characters in those movies you tried to rent! How embarrassing!"
"Tino, hush." He commanded, pulling my arm away from my face, continuing his tugging until I bent down enough to receive a kiss. He looked at me seriously as I pulled away, holding eye contact. "Ah don' care if yer corny. Ah love ya. 'sides, coul' never bea' me." He assured. I couldn't help but smile, as I knew that to be true.
"Fair enough. Just... Don't let me say anything like that again. I don't think I could handle it."
We proceeded to have a short conversation about the cheesiest lines in the history of ever, quickly finding ourselves at the front door of our home. We went inside, each of us offering Hanatamago a bit of affection. Once she was satisfied and had run outside to bark at some random passerby, we got to work on our movie time goodies. Berwald got out the ingredients for my cookies, then began making the hot chocolate.
I made quick work of the dough, sugar cookies actually very simple to make. I was already slipping a batch into the oven before Berwald even had the milk boiling for our drinks. He seemed suspicious, but I only grinned at him. He was stirring the cocoa in when I took the first batch out and switched it with the second.
I'm a bit ashamed to admit that he was finished before me, but only by about ten minutes. All things considered, I guess that was to be expected. He took our drinks to the living room while I put the second batch on the counter to cool, making a plate of the already cooled first batch and following him in. He was busy putting the DVD in, so I went ahead and sat down, putting the plate of cookies on the coffee table and picking up my mug.
"Ah wouldn' if Ah were ya. Too ho'." He warned before I had the chance to take the big drink I had been planning. I paused, setting the mug back down with a sigh.
"Thanks."
"Ja. Scoo' over." He commanded, and I did, making room for him to sit next to me. The previews started playing, and seeing as I was hardly interested in those, I instead paid attention to how cold I was.
"...Beeeeer?" I cooed, looking his way. He turned my way with his eyebrow raised at my tone.
"Tinooooo?" He replied, his deep voice making it sound oddly terrifying. I smiled nervously, then pointed at the fireplace.
"Um, could you maybe light a fire? Or I could, if you tell me how... It's just really cold, and..."
He got up before I could continue, (or rather, down...) and threw a few logs into the fireplace, going off in search of a match and newspaper. I smiled, taking that chance to grab the remote and skip to the menu. Berwald had since found a match, tested the draft, lit a piece of newsprint, and tossed it into the fireplace, a fire slowly growing where it landed. I grinned, welcoming him back to the couch with a kiss.
"Thanks Ber, you're the best ever." I decided, and he flushed, pulling me to him for another kiss. Once we parted, he pulled the blanket from the back of the couch, wrapping it around my shoulders, then his, one of his arms snaking around my waist to hold me close. I sighed with pleasure, leaning over to get out drinks, handing him his, then getting comfortable against his side. I grabbed the remote that I had left by my side on the couch and pushed play, settling down as the movie started.
-.-.-+-.-.-
"Well, it was a great movie. Beautiful movie. The only issue: Why was Santa Russian?" I questioned.
"Uh... Why shouldn' he be?" Berwald wondered. I groaned.
"SANTA IS FINNISH! HE LIVES IN FINLAND! I would know! I've been to visit him several times! He always makes gingerbread cookies and hot chocolate for his guests." I fumed, crossing my arms over my chest. It was quiet for a while, then Berwald turned and wrapped me fully in his arms, my back pressed against his chest.
"Shh, Tino, let it go. You have to give them credit for getting as close as they did..." He cooed.
"CLOSE? RUSSIANS ARE NOTHING LIKE FINNS! I MEAN..."
He cut me off, pressing a hand to my mouth before I could get too loud. I yelled indignantly, trying to pry his arms away from me so I could give him a what-for, but he had a pretty good hold on me.
"Okej, Ah'm sorry, they're nothin' alike. Now hush, i's jus' a movie." He said, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I stilled in his arms, still a bit angry, but his affection was doing wonders to calm me down. Once he had deemed me safe enough, he released me. I turned, sending a glare his way.
"You, Berwald, are very lucky that I love you a lot. And now..." I paused, turning off the TV then leaning on him heavily until he fell backwards. "I do believe it's time for makeup sex." I announced, pressing my lips to his. He was quite obviously surprised by the action, but he was quick to recover, and he kissed me back with fervor. I smiled, spreading my legs so that I could straddle him. I made sure to sit right where I knew he was soon to be erect, and sure enough I felt the beginnings of arousal through his pants. He moaned as I rocked a bit in his lap, and I drank it in, twisting my tongue with his. He began tugging at my clothes, his fingers shaking and his movements clumsy due to his haste. But he eventually got me out of my shirt, and I helped him with my pants, removing his as well.
At some point he flipped us, pressing kisses to my neck, my chest, fondling my nipples and making me squirm, but I retaliated by rubbing up against him, making him groan with the effort of not taking me then and there. The blanket had long since fallen to the ground, leaving only the fireplace and our shared body heat to warm our naked bodies, but that was more than enough. And the amber ambiance that the fire emitted did wonders to set the mood.
He tweaked a nipple, making me moan, and I thrust up into him in defiance. Apparently that sent him over the edge though, because he returned the favor, and it started a round of frottage that neither of us could bear to stop. Our gasps were getting louder, and our thrusts more desperate, so I think it was safe to say that we were both close.
Then, all of a sudden, Berwald stopped. Confused, I also stopped, with some difficulty, and looked up at him, trying to figure out what was wrong. I was worried when I found a look of horror upon his face.
"B-Ber? Are you alright?" I asked, but he didn't reply, simply frowning.
I heard a bark, one that was strangely close to me, and I sat up, trying to locate our little fluff-ball. Where I found her will always be burned into my memory. Things like that are simply never forgotten.
She was perched proudly upon Berwald's butt.
A/N: Pup on de butt. I'm actually quite proud of that.
Well, this concludes Fourteen Days! (Except I'm going to write and epilogue, but shhh, I'm not going to tell the readers that.) This is the second story (not including one shots) that I've ever completed! For me, that's saying something. And it's ironic, both of the stories were SuFin. I guess I just can't get enough of these two! But honestly, they're the sweetest couple on the face of the planet. Plain and simple. Sooo... I understand if this is a big "HELL FUCKING NO," but if anyone wanted to draw a cover for Fourteen Days, I wouldn't object... I'd do it myself, but wheelchairs and my patience were not made to go together.
Alrighty, so for those of you that also read NSTAC, here's a small update on that: I'm aware that a lot of people are anticipating the sequel, and I promise that it's going to happen. However, when I said that I was taking a break in between, I meant that it would be a pretty lengthy one. I want to branch out a bit and work on some other stories that I have hidden in the depths of my laptop. I know that people are very eager for the sequel, but I want the chance to play with some new AU's. So please, bear with me. I'll get there eventually. But hei, if it makes anyone feel better, I HAVE been thinking about the sequel a bit. I even did some drawings today. Anyway, if you are interested, I'm going to have a few polls in my profile with important questions relating to the sequel. So if you want to have a say in how it goes, please check the polls out. I have three at the moment, but it will only let me do one at a time. If you follow me on tumblr, devi, or facebook, I'll let you know when they are changing. If you have some time, please vote!
So, what will I be up to next? Well, I've got several ideas that I'm trying to choose from. I'm not yet sure which I'll go with. But I'd like everyone to be prepared, the next thing I post might be a whole lot different from anything you've ever seen from me. KuroRiya has a dark side, believe it or not. By now everyone is used to domestic, fluffy, sugar sweet stuff from me. BE PREPARED. There is more to me than meets the eye.
Hmm... Trying to think of anything else... Well, a few people have asked, so I'll go ahead and nip this question in the bud: "Which story do you like better, NSTAC or Fourteen Days?" While NSTAC is my baby, and I do love it, I have to say that I think I'm more fond of Fourteen Days, actually. In my opinion, it is better written, and its storyline is much more interesting. I started NSTAC as a pretty young teenager. I'm going to be 18 in ten days, and the difference in age shows. My writing is so much more mature in this story. And there's actually a conflict to drive this one forward. I mean, in NSTAC, the only thing that was really an issue was that Ber wanted Tino, and Tino wanted him. It's actually very simple, when you break it down. I like to think that Fourteen Days has a more complicated issue at its core, so take what you will away from it.
I would just like to say: I HAVE RESEARCHED SOME PRETTY FUCKING WEIRD SHIT FOR THIS STORY. The google and wikipedia people must have my house flagged for "questionable content surfing." But I tried to make this story as legit as possible. Conversion disorder is a real thing, their sex positions are totally possible, Ber's erection was totally possible, cockblock dogs are totally possible. Tino's level of cuteness is a bit questionable. A cafe with such awesome hours is also a bit shady. Nice cashiers at grocery stores... I suppose that depends on where you live. Where does Tino live? -.- Don't ask, I'll never tell. It's a totally fictional place. Okei, so maybe it was somewhere like Minnesota. I actually didn't plan it that way, but that's what it ended up being. And, what luck, that's where I'd like to go to college. I'll tell you if I run into Tino and Ber while I'm there.
Hmm... Okei, just some advertising, and I think I'm done! As always, my ask pages are up, as well as the still new and rather lonely facebook page. Links, links galore:
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It's still a work in progress, and I've been a bit lazy with updating it seeing as only two people have even looked at it. But I'll do my best to make pretty regular updates to it, promise.
And, last but not least, a disclaimer, as I always forget them. I don't own the Hetalia characters, they belong to Himaruya. I thank him for his crazy ingenuity. And that's all! Please review if you have the time, and I hope to see you in another of my stories! I'll post the Epilogue soon!
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