A/N: I've been in a writing slump and I haven't had much time to update anyway because of school. So sorry this is so late! Please enjoy~

Oh and for all those who guessed Austria? Fffff hell no. In my mind he and Hungary get it on every night XD

And for "Why Finland?", because fandom makes him a super uke and I thought "let's turn that on its head".

And I could not for the sake of my sanity use Sweden's grunting speech. I just couldn't do it. If you're so offended by his use of full words, then grunt them to yourself~

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Twisted Angels

Finland:

Chastity

It had become something that he couldn't escape.

At first, it had been a simple annoyance—a social tic to wrinkle your nose at in displeasure as you kept to your own way—something he could ignore. And then suddenly, it was as if someone had released the trigger of a starting gun, giving the clear go ahead to the behavior in a puff of black smoke.

White just didn't seem appropriate in the context of the situation

The word "lunch break" ceased to hold its intended meaning whenever the nations converged at the much dreaded World Conferences. The appetite was not for sandwiches or coffee. Pasta bowls were left untouched and tomatoes bruised as they fell unheeded to the floor.

The rumbling that echoed throughout the room was not from empty stomachs but from anticipation as countless eyes watched the clock until the hour hand slid into place and the real competition could begin.

It was not one that dealt with policies or misplaced troops in a foreign country, but instead simply space.

The most coveted location of course was the meeting room; non-verbal messages passing around the table as each pair tried to stake their claim. Sometimes, it was something as simple as a dropped pencil that announced the winner. Once, England had dumped his whole cup of tea onto the table, not even trying to make it look like an accident, only asking loudly—triumphantly—that America "stay behind" and "help him clean up."

For the losers, it was dash for the next empty room. When those were no longer available, the nearest closet; any semi-private location where they could spend the next half hour lost in a haze of need and lust. Finland ceased to walk down the halls during this time after hearing on too often of an occasion a barely stifled moan or a pleading voice that came out in broken gasps.

When the 30 minutes had ended, they all returned to their designated seats; some noticeably more relaxed than before, others fidgeting as if they could not bear to wait until the conclusion of the days discussion so that they could tumble back onto their beds. Or maybe in the back seats of their cars, or—for the more impatient ones—onto the floor of the most vacant room they could find. Either way, no matter where they tumbled, it all came down to pure, unrestrained sex.

"I'm better than them" Finland thought as he casually scanned the room, aware of the exchanged looks, the subtle gestures, the frantic tapping of a pen against the hardwood table.

He could not hold back the feelings of pity that mixed in with those of revulsion. He pitied them because they did not have what he had—something stable, something pure and untainted by desire.

Because he had Su-san and Su-san would not tempt him.

"I think I'm going to go for a walk." Finland looked up in surprise as Sweden stood up from the bench. They had been quickly ushered out of the meeting room at the beginning of the "lunch" hour and had sought out the only place that was sure to be unoccupied: the vending machine room.

"Are you sure Su-san, but…you know. "

Sweden shrugged. "It doesn't really bother me. I just need to stretch my legs." He paused before asking "Would you like to come along?"

The tone of the question was even—no hidden intent lurking beneath the surface—and when Finland looked into those blue eyes, there was nothing there to suggest that Sweden wanted to do anything except go for a walk.

Outwardly, Finland smiled. "That's OK Su-san. I'll just stay here." He said.

Inwardly, he screamed in frustration. "All you need to do is ask." He thought as he tried to hold back the tremors that threatened to shake him to his very core.

"Are you sure?"

Finland nodded. "Yes, I'll see you back at the meeting room. "

"Please just ask."

"OK." Sweden turned to leave.

Still smiling, Finland gave him a small wave.

"And I won't say no."

A/N: Humility is next. You can guess, but I doubt anyone will get it.

with love

-dancer