So here's another chapter. Sorry for not uploading for some time now, I have returned my computer and the one I have now is seriously retarded. At least I got a fairly long chapter and the next will probably be the last one. Yay.
Also a little warning, I somehow ended up writing yaoi in this one, don't really know how that happened but I'm too sleepy to do something about it. If you don't like, skip the end of the chapter or don't read at all. Do as you please.
Days pass by and then it's time for the world meeting. This time it's held at England's place. Sweden is tense as he and Ludwig enters the meeting room. They arrive some time before the meeting is about to start, so not many nations is there. Neither Russia nor Finland is there. Japan greets Ludwig as they take their seats. Ludwig and Sweden sits quiet and watches as people enters the room and took their places. Sweden rises as Norway and Denmark arrives. Ludwig watches as they talk, but with all the chit chat around them it was hard to tell what they are saying.
Sweden comes back and sits down beside Ludwig again. He looks sad.
"How is it?" Ludwig asks.
"I asked them about Finland. They didn't knew much, they hadn't seen him since Russia came there." Ludwig puts his hand on Sweden's shoulder. He thinks of something decent to say, but then England opens the meeting before he gets the chance to say something. Ludwig looks around the room, but Finland and Russia is still not there. It can't be good. Russia is never late for the meetings, nor is Finland.
Ludwig finds it difficult to focus on the meeting. Sweden doesn't even seem to try, and Ludwig doesn't blame him. He just wants it to end. It seems as if England is about to have an outburst after America flung something from his hamburger in his tea. Sure enough, England stands up and starts to throw insults at America, who laughs and does the same. They are giving Ludwig a headache. He is just about to yell at them to stop, when his phone buzzes. He picks it up and looks at it. It is from his boss, he wants to have a meeting when he is done here. He says that he has some information about Finland, and that it isn't good ones. Ludwig looks at the screen. Should he tell Sweden? Sweden is the first who should know about Finland, but if the news aren't good, isn't it better for him not to know yet? Ludwig doesn't even know what the news actually is. He decides that he won't tell Sweden about it, at least not until he knows more about it. Suddenly more irritated than before he stands up and yells at America, England and France before they start to murder each other.
He sits tense the rest of the meeting, finding it almost impossible to follow the meaningless discussions around him. All that he has in his mind right now is thoughts about what his boss is about to say.
Finally the meeting ends. He and Sweden are the first ones to leave the room.
"Will you be alright? I have a meeting with my boss now, I'll just drop you off by the house." Ludwig informs. He looks at Sweden, whose expression looks a bit sadder than before. Ludwig doesn't want to leave Sweden alone with his worries, but he has to.
They sit silent in the car the whole way home.
"I'll be back as soon as I can." Ludwig really don't want to go, Sweden looks so sad standing outside of the car. Suddenly, Ludwig stretches out of the car, pulling Sweden into a tight hug. He seems surprised, but hugs him back anyway.
"It will be alright." Ludwig says in a hush voice before letting go of the man and sits back in the car. He looks at Sweden in the rearview mirror. He looks like an abandoned puppy when he glances after the car as it drives away. Ludwig feels bad for leaving him like that, but then again, he has no choice.
Ludwig knocks and then opens the door to his boss's office. He has a bad feeling about this. He greets his boss and then sits down in a chair by his desk.
"How is Finland?" Ludwig asks before his boss says something.
"It is bad. He is very ill, and will probably not make it. It is something with his lungs. I summoned you here to talk about what to do when he is gone. Or more specifically, how to get back the ownership of the house to Sweden" Ludwig is taken aback by that. His boss talks so coldly about the death of another nation, almost as if he is dead already. Though the sickness explains why neither he nor Russia was at the meeting today. He will also have to tell Sweden the bad news. He dreads that moment.
"So how do we do to get the houses?" Ludwig asks.
"Since it is more or less Russia's fault that Finland will die, he might feel guilty. It is hard to say when it comes to him, and it's nothing we can trust but it would help. Since Finland and Sweden are brothers, Sweden has a natural claim on Finland's house through that. Other than that we can only try to convince him that it is morally right. We could maybe start an opinion, at least with the other Nordics. I must warn you, since you are taking responsibility for Sweden you are the one who is responsible for this and you are the one to follow this up. That means talking to Russia's boss about this." his boss says seriously, eying him with a cold look. Ludwig nods.
"Good. I have talked to Sweden's boss, he was the one who told me about the situation. When I asked him about the houses he said that it might work, but he won't be much help in this. Nor will I be, I can fix a meeting with Russia's boss for you soon. I'll send you a message about when."
After that his boss also talks about important things and details about the subject.
"Okay. Was there something else?" Ludwig asks when the meeting finally ends. He feels a bit out of space.
"Yes, you still haven't finished the report I asked you about." his boss says in a threatening tone.
"I'm working on it." he knows that it wouldn't help if he said that there had been a lot of stuff going on lately.
"I know that you have been busy with Sweden at home and all. Just make sure you keep your priorities straight." His boss says. With that the meeting ends.
Ludwig's head is spinning as he drives home. He thinks about how to tell Sweden about Finland.
"Hello?" Ludwig calls out when he comes home. No answer. "Sweden?" still nothing. He searches through the house, finding that the Swede isn't at home. His coat is gone so he must be out. Did he just went for a walk or is it something else? He hadn't left any note to tell him where he had gone. Ludwig decides to wait for him to come home, a bit relieved that he doesn't have to tell him about Finland just yet. He sits down in his office to work with the report.
It feels good to have something to concentrate on that is more or less simple work. It is almost relaxing, until he finishes. He then realizes what time it is. Sweden has been gone for hours now. Ludwig had told him that he would try to be home soon, why couldn't he wait for him? Or at least leave a note and inform him about where he had gone. Since it is growing late Ludwig is getting worried. He is too restless to wait for the Swede to come back. He decides to take the car and look for him. He feels quite stupid by doing so, Sweden is a grown man and should be able to take care of himself. He shouldn't need anyone to go look for him, but maybe something has happened to him? Ludwig tries not to think about it as he drives on smaller roads where one might take a walk. Where could he be? He drops the thought as his phone starts to ring.
"Hello?" he can hear loud voices in the background, along with other sounds he tries to ignore.
"Hey, Luddy. Come get your boyfriend out of here, he is ruining the mood."
"What Gilbert?" did he meant Sweden?
"I mean that the Swede you are so found of is killing the mood here." Ludwig is slightly annoyed over his brother, but lets it pass. By the noise in the background he guesses that his brother is at the pub.
"Fine, coming." he mutters before he hangs up. It seems as if Sweden is at the pub, where Gilbert and his friends often spend their evenings. He wonders why Sweden went there, did he know about Finland? It is quite close to the bar from where he is now so the drive is short.
Ludwig steps in at the pub. At the bar sits Prussia, Spain and France. They are the loudest in the room. With them sits a pissed England. Ludwig scans the room and soon finds what he searches for.
Sweden sits in a dark corner of the room. The darkness almost seems like an aura around the man, who looks quite depressed.
The man looks up as Ludwig approaches him. Ludwig can tell that the Swede has had some drinks already. He sits down beside him, wondering where to start.
"Finland is dead." Sweden states the fact after a few seconds of silence, staring down empty at the table. Ludwig doesn't know what to say. It went quick, he knew it would happen, he just didn't thought it would be so soon. He had thought that he would be prepared for it when it came.
"My boss called me earlier." Sweden explains. Ludwig puts a hand on his back, not knowing what to say to comfort him. Maybe he should get the Swede home, let him sleep of the alcohol.
"Two beers." he ordered from a bypassing waiter. Not this time.
As they get their drinks Sweden started to talk. He talks about Finland, mostly. He laughs with mixed expressions of sadness and hopelessness. Ludwig mostly listens, and orders more beer for Sweden and listens. He doesn't drink much since he will drive home, but he keeps ordering for Sweden.
As Ludwig listens to the stories about Finland he can't help but to wonder that one thing that has gnawed in him before.
"Sweden, did you love Finland?" he asks straight out. Sweden takes a moment before answering.
"We were as good as brothers, and he was the best friend I could ever ask for. I did love him, especially as we first met. Later on things got… complicated. We decided to just be friends, and we were." That didn't make Ludwig any smarter at that subject, but before he could continue they were interrupted.
Denmark made his way towards the two of them. He is followed by Norway and Iceland. The first thing Denmark did when he reached their table is to hit Sweden right in the face. Ludwig stands up face to face with the Dane. He is ignored by Denmark, who leans over the table and grabs Sweden's collar. Their faces are very close, Denmark's is filled with anger. He had been drinking quite a lot too. The other two Nordic stands in the background and doesn't seem very willing to do something about Denmark.
"Va' fan Danmark…" Sweden is clearly uncomfortable with the other, especially his grip around his collar which makes it a bit hard to breathe and talk. His cheek is getting red from the punch.
"Why didn't you do something you bastard! This is all your fault." Denmark spits out in his face.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" both are loud and pissed, the Dane more than the other.
"Finland is dead and it's your fault! You should have…" Denmark is interrupted by a hard punch in the face. That makes the Dane jump on Sweden, hitting him wherever he can. Before too many blows are exchanged Ludwig stands in front of Sweden as Denmark is pulled back by the other two Nordics. Sweden and Denmark glares at each other as if they are trying to kill the other with mind power. Denmark is lead away by Norway and Iceland, he doesn't seem able to walk properly on his own.
Ludwig looks at Sweden. There is blood in the corner of his mouth. Ludwig carefully wipes it away with a napkin from a nearby table.
"Come, let's go home." Sweden doesn't answer but rises and follows Ludwig. He grabs his arm for support. Ludwig leads him out of the bar and out to the car. It is late, and outside the sun has set. The chilly night feels nice and calm after coming out from the warmth and noises from the bar. Sweden takes a deep breath to calm down. They get's into the car and Ludwig drives them home. They sit quiet the whole ride. Sweden leans against the door on his side. Ludwig glances at him and the painful look on the Swede's face is heartbreaking.
When they get inside Sweden stands still. Ludwig looks at him and sees that he is digging in his nails in his arm.
"Don't do that!" Ludwig pulls away his arm, revealing the red marks in his skin. Blood is oozing out from the deepest of them.
"But it hurts…" Ludwig suddenly feels very angry. He pushes Sweden in to the wall and stands close to him so that he can't escape. His eyes are wide in chock from Ludwig's move.
"I am not going to stand by and look when you are in pain, don't you get that? I am not going to let you hurt yourself so let me help you." His voice is low and his face close to Sweden's. He barely gives a thought to what he is doing or saying.
He leans in and quite furiously kisses Sweden, who gasps in surprise. He tastes of beer, something Ludwig desn't mind at all. He soon starts to kiss back, and when he does Ludwig runs his tongue over his lip. Sweden opens his mouth and Ludwig deepens the kiss. None of them are gentle as they explore the other. Ludwig starts to run his hands over Sweden's torso. He slips a hand under Sweden's shirt, feeling the muscles under. He strips Sweden of his shirt which ends up on the floor, soon accompanied by his own. He gasps as he feels a hand grab his ass. He leaves Sweden's mouth as his lips travels down his jaw and throat. Sweden leans his head back to give him better access. Ludwig kisses and sucks, causing Sweden to moan. Ludwig wants to hear more of his voice, so he sucks harder and bites, leaving marks after him. He presses his body against Sweden's, pinning him painfully hard against the wall. Their erections rub against each other as he does, and Ludwig wants more. Not keeping his hands of the Swede for a second he leads him to his bedroom.
He pushes him down on the bed and keeps attacking his throat with his mouth. His hands travel down his torso and down to his pants, which he pulls down over his knees, from where Sweden kicks them off. He stroke Sweden's hard member through the fabric of his boxers, causing him to moan. He then pulls down the boxers, leaving Sweden naked in the bed.
Ludwig is glad that he could get Sweden in a better mode. His distraction works almost too well. Not that he thinks much of it, he soon gets better things to think about. He is just glad that he can please the other nation.
He takes in the tip of Sweden's member in his mouth. Sweden gasps, trigging Ludwig to take in more of his length. He sucks at it, tasting pre-cum. He works with his tongue, feeling Sweden grasps his hair. It seems as he is doing good, so he continues. He glances up at Sweden. His eyes are shut, his mouth open as he moans. His cheeks are red and he has an adorable look on his face. Ludwig sucks harder, causing Sweden to look even more aroused. Ludwig loves that looks on his face.
"Ludwig!" Ludwig is ready when he comes, swallowing everything. It tastes salty, not bad at all.
Sweden lays panting and sweaty, eyes still closed. Ludwig leans close to him, kissing his cheeks, his lips. Sweden pulls him closer and deepens the kiss. At the same time Ludwig strips of his pants and underwear. He feels the need to enter Sweden, he wants him bad. He runs his hand down Sweden's body, finding his entrance. He pushes in a finger, feeling the warmth of him. He then adds another one. Sweden is tight, Ludwig wonders if he has ever bottomed before. Though, it doesn't matter now. He scissors with his fingers before adding a third finger. He thrusts them in and out, earning moans of pleasure from Sweden. He decides that that is enough, eager as he is to enter the Swede. He leads the tip of his hard member to Sweden's hole. He then pushes in, feeling the tight walls around him. He pushes in slowly, giving the muscles time to adjust. He looks at Sweden's face, searching for signs of pain but finds none. When his full length is in he pulls out and in again, faster this time. It feels so good. He picks up speed even more, earning louder moans from Sweden.
"Ah! M-mer…" Sweden groans under him. Ludwig throws himself in hard and deep, hearing loud moans from Sweden. He grasp Sweden's now hard member, pumping it. He is close himself. Soon Sweden releases, spreading his cum over their bodies.
"Berwald!" In a wave of pleasure Ludwig releases into Sweden. He then pulls out of him and exhausted lays down. They are both panting heavily.
Sweden comes closer to Ludwig, resting his head by his neck and shoulder. Ludwig pulls him closer, so that his head rests on his shoulder. He puts both his arms around him, suddenly remembering the pain they drenched in the moment of pleasure. He places a kiss on the top of Sweden's head, whispering a soft 'I love you.' It feels like Sweden is already asleep but it doesn't matter.
That was the first time I wrote yaoi. I know, it's short but honestly I don't care right now. And might as well remind you to check the clock, realized myself that I have been sitting with this longer than I should. That means go to sleep. Goodnight!