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NordicFun: I will see :) For now I think it is better to keep the idea just for one chapter... Four more similar ones might make it feel a bit boring, but I will keep it in mind. Maybe I will come up with something

This chapter is just some SuFin because I am middle of packing (just two days left before moving) and felt like I want to just make a cute little chapter. Also, I haven't wrote Sufin for a while and after all this Dennor I thought I should train a bit about how Sweden and Finland are together. The ice hockey world championship game is just a handy excuse for this. Sweden won, Finland got fourth place. I didn't actually see the last game because I was just in plane during it and because it was a plane full of Danes and Finns, they didn't bother to keep us updated. Once, few years back, I was in plane during Finland's game and it was a Finnair flight so the captain felt it was important to keep us updated about what was happening (even more funny: the game was held in Czech Republic and I was flying from Prague to Helsinki.)


"I am a bit worried", Finland admitted when he sat down next to the Swede who already had a beer in hand and a bowl of chips on his lap, "Canada has a good team this year."

"Hm", Sweden muttered, his eyes on the TV screen, "too bad your team didn't make it."

"Yeah", Finland replied, "but next year will be another time. They will be great then."

"Forth place is already great."

"It doesn't count if there are no medals involved", Finland said. He reached for the chips and after getting a handful, he happily stayed on the Swede's side.

"Harsh", Sweden commented.

"Life is", Finland replied, but still smiled, "can we make a bet?"

"About what?" Sweden asked. After all the years living with the Finnish nation, he had learnt that it was better to ask before he agreed for anything. Finland tended to be eccentric sometimes and, though Sweden loved that exciting side of the man too, he liked to know what he was dealing with.

"If you win", Finland said and stopped to think because actually he had no idea and he simply wanted to have some more thrill in the game, "I will do the dishes for next year?"

"You hate to do dishes", Sweden reminded him. His hand had already found a place on the Finn's shoulder and he felt himself relaxed.

"Yeah, and that's why it is fitting", the Finn said.

"Last time you got so frustrated that you decided to use our plates as targets for your shooting training", Sweden noted.

"Oh, Sve", Finland said and rolled his eyes while letting his body to sink deeper in the couch, "it was a long time ago. I was so young back then."

"It has been only three years since that", Sweden said. Finland had found the most comfortable position and was now half lying on the Sweden's lap. It meant that he would have to awkwardly bent his neck in order to see the TV screen, but Sweden guessed he wasn't so interested about the game. He had lost all of that at the exact moment when his team was done with the competition and now he was simply keeping a company for the Swede purely because he liked to do so.

"Three years is a long time", Finland replied.

"Not for us."

"I am only one hundred years old", Finland noted, but Sweden shook his head. He had known Finland much longer than one century.

"You are lying", he told the man.

"You can't prove that", Finland declared and managed to make the Sweden laugh. His laughing was in truth more like a quiet voice from his throat, but Finland knew him well enough to see his amusement.

"I have portraits about you from 12th century", Sweden noted. He was still following the game, but he could feel the Finn moving on his lap and it didn't take a lot to guess that he was giving him a look. Sweden's lips turned up just a bit.

"I should have burned those", Finland muttered.

"I have hided them", Sweden replied almost smugly.

"Sneaky", Finland muttered and reached to pet Sweden's hair, "I need a beer. Want something from kitchen."

"Yes, you", Sweden replied.

"I am not in kitc… Oh", Finland said and laughed, "sneaky and charming. I got lucky." He moved to kiss the Swede on the cheek and then left to the kitchen. Sweden heard him mumbling something, but it was Finland's habit to speak to himself so Sweden didn't think about it too much. The game was keeping him busy and he didn't even notice the Finn was back until the man sat back down and wrapped his arm around the Swede's shoulder.

"Canada made a goal?" Finland asked, though he could see the results on the screen.

"Yeah", Sweden muttered and carefully followed the puck with his eyes.

"Don't worry", Finland said and caressed the man's arm, "I am sure your guys will manage. The way how they did beat up my team… That was some brutal work."

"I think your team was good", Sweden said, "I enjoyed watching their games."

"Thanks", Finland said and smiled briefly before taking a sip of his beer, "we will show you next year how the real men play hockey."

"Naturally", Sweden replied. He liked to watch ice hockey with Finland but the games between their countries were the most enjoyable. Some would have thought that they couldn't stand each other at that moment, but actually it wasn't so. The Sweden vs. Finland games were only much more exciting because they both would be into the game and keep up the spirit until the last moment. During that time they shared the thrill.

"If you lost", Finland said after they both had been silent for a while, "you will have to clean the house." Sweden had already forgotten the bet so it took him few confused seconds to figure out what the Finn was talking about. When he did, he simply nodded. Finland's hand was resting on his shoulder so he raised his own hand and placed it over the Finn's.

"Okay", he replied and just at that moment his team made a goal. Sweden felt a burst of joy and the game gained once again his full attention. Luckily Finland didn't seem to mind about being temporary the second one in the Swede's mind.

"This is getting exciting", he commented instead and finally started to follow the game more intensively. There was no time to talk anymore as the game was ending fast and the teams tried their best without results. When the time ran out the both team had one goal so the game continued with an extra time. Finland, who was now holding Sweden's hand, leaned even closer. His breath tickled the Swede's neck when he spoke.

"I am cheering for you, älskling", he whispered and Sweden nodded. He was too focused and tense to give any verbal replies, but when it was his team that finally scored and won the game; he turned and kissed the Finn. He could taste the beer faintly on the man's lips and he felt Finland chuckling when their lips parted. The Finnish man pushed their foreheads together.

"Congratulations", he said happily, "gold always suits you."

"Unless it is your team mine is against to?" Sweden asked.

"True", Finland replied and frowned, "ah, damn it. I will have to do the dishes now."

"The bet was your idea", Sweden reminded him.

"I know", Finland muttered, "why you never stop me doing stupid things?"

"I tried before", Sweden said, "you didn't like that."

"I should stop being so stubborn", Finland said and sighed deeply.

"But I like it when you are stubborn", Sweden commented and kissed the Finn again to just prove his point. Finland was eager to reply for that, but after few moments he pulled away and placed his hands on the Swede's chest.

"Dear, we have a party to organize", he said, "for your gold medal."

"Do we really have to?" Sweden asked. He didn't have anything against the idea, but he was still feeling the joy and excitement that made his eyes shine a bit more and expression slightly lighter.

"Yeah", Finland said, "you know that Dan will hear about this soon and I am not going to be one to explain him why we don't have a party to celebrate. I will go to get the drinks and you will check what we have in the fridge. The others will be here soon." Sweden nodded. He also knew that after their family realized that the Swedish team had won, they would come over and expect to have a party. It was a rule. Sweden and Finland didn't even need to ask them to come. That was why Sweden placed one more kiss on the Finn's lips and went to make sure that they had something to give for the more and less uninvited, but still welcome, guests.


Finland's note about being one hundred years old comes from the fact that the state of Finland as an independent nation is currently one hundred years old.

Btw, I have brought back my tumblr account (that I never relly used) for publishing sneak peeks and other more and less funny stuff I experience (probably gonna be a lot about how weird place Northern Europe is). Just letting you know in case you guys hadn't spot the note on my profile. It is not lot of traffic there. So if you are interested about reading those small parts of soon-to-be published chapters and fics or some other stuff, feel free to take a look. I am just starting over there and I still have no idea how things works, so be a patient with me :D