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Pairing: SuFin.

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Dining in the cozy ambiance of a beige tinted kitchen four times, stopping for a quick but rather enjoyable lunch at a random restaurant five times, going for a leisurely stroll in the evening while accompanied by a furry friend at the end of a leash for at least seven times, dropping by the newly constructed Cineplex twice, once to enjoy the opening and next, to watch a film for the sake of watching a film…………the list goes on and on...and all in the course of a month...just 30 days.

Sounds like the account of a couple in love, now doesn't it?

Recount this description to anyone, and they would tell you that the first image that pops into their head is one of two people walking hand in hand under the moonlight, whispering sweet nothings into each others ears, only to see a light blush play across their cheeks.

And would you blame them for such a notion?

Well you and I wouldn't, but one Finnish male of 23 years old would vehemently deny any such implications, even if he did start to resemble a ripe strawberry the minute such words rolled off of your tongue; even if he and a certain someone did all the aforementioned list of activities…together…as in with each other.

"We are JUST good friends, having fun just hanging around each other……honestly that's what we are, and simply good friends…just good friends…good friends."

And as the voice drifts away, you would find yourself wondering, why the man repeatedly emphasized on the 'good friends' part, or why he sounded even faintly troubled when he came onto his deduction of 'simply good friends'……

Yes, Tino Väinämöinen was indeed troubled.

What had started out as merely two people hanging around each other had escalated into something that was well beyond his comprehension. It had happened while both the parties involved were as oblivious to it as mortals are of the Gods plans for them; just like they were to the thumping of their own hearts or the flutter of the millions of butterflies in the pit of their stomach.

Being in a state of mild denial of his own turbulent emotions, Tino did the only sensible thing he could think of. He blamed the clerk at the counter.

Honestly, it was all Feliks's fault.

All of it.

Starting from the way his simple query caused all the blood in his body to rush towards his cheeks and ears, to the way his heart started beating like it would never get the chance to beat again……all of it was his fault.

And 'that' man's fault as well…his brain added as an after thought.

It was an innocent assortment of a can of berries, a bag of flour and a dozen eggs that had started the whole god-forsaken conversation. And of course the fact that he was accompanied by a tall, intimidating man dressed in a solid black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, displaying the fine construction of flesh and blood, was an added incentive.

"Oh my! And just who is this, like, totally gorgeous hunk?"

Tino wanted to abandon his ingredients for the sponge cake then and there and make a dash for the exit. But no, the man in question just HAD to stand right behind him!

"Ummmm, he's Berwald. A friend."

"Like, really? A Friend? What kind of a 'friend'?"

The cross-dressing Pole behind the counter wiggled his crescent shaped eyebrows shamelessly.

"A good friend…"

Tino mumbled as he stole a glance at the man now standing next to him.

They were good friends, right? Right?

And leave it up to the self-proclaimed fashion expert, Feliks, to pick a fleeting look here and there. The man had to bite his lips so that he wouldn't drool on seeing the reaction he was getting from his favorite customer. So, he decided to pester the 'couple' standing before him a bit longer.

"A good 'friend', Tino? Like, you don't mean something else, hmmm?"

"Like what?"

He profusely regretted having ever asked that question. Actually, he even regretted not stocking up his kitchen before Berwald decided to stop by for their evening stroll with Hanatamago. But he regretted coming into the store even more, especially with Berwald.

"Oh Tino….!! You know what I mean……like, he totally suits you!"

A tinkle of soft laughter followed that remark.

"Eh?"

I need to buy a roll of duct-tape to seal my mouth off before I do some major damage…he thought internally.

Too bad for Tino, words were like arrows - never to be taken back once released.

"Like, he is so perfect for you! You two look totally good together…he isn't like, rough on you, now is he sweetie?"

I am going to kill myself.

"NO NO NO! It isn't like that!! Not at all, tell him that Berwald…"

And hence Tino made his nth mistake of the day; looking at Berwald with a silent plea in his eyes, while a vibrant blush danced on said man's cheeks.

Why is HE blushing? Scratch that, why is he staring at me like that? Why isn't he saying anything?

As his eyes met Berwald's own bluish-green orbs, he found his heart beat jump a few decibels, the tune of 'lub-dub' filled his ears and he started to slip into an illusion where only two people were present, the atmosphere buzzing with the pounding of his heart.

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled him back into reality.

"Ahem, like, didn't I totally hit the mark about you two? Like, so cute~!"

The smug grin on the clerk's face said that he hadn't missed a second of Tino's mini escapade into wonderland.

"We are JUST good friends, having fun just hanging around each other……honestly that's what we are, and simply good friends…just good friends…good friends."

Tino clenched his hands as he strongly stated his relation to the star-struck man beside him, who added,

"Hn, we a'e."

"Yeah, like sure……go and have 'fun' with your flour and eggs and berries, now!!"

Feliks whispered to himself, not wanting to irate the man before him any more than he already had.

Storming out of the store with the Swede on his heels, Tino promptly jumped into his smart car, looking anywhere but the man by his side.

That evening, a certain puppy named Hanatamago sulked in a corner, as he was denied his usual stroll around the park.

A man named Berwald Oxenstierna also brooded in his studio apartment, but for different reasons.

Flopping on to his queen-sized round bed, his thoughts drifted towards the man he had recently befriended…the same man he found himself thinking of every time he saw a violet periwinkle growing near the road… the very man who made his insides warm up every time he caught a glimpse of his smile, or heard his laughter…and the man who had refused to meet his eyes the entire time they had their little snack…

Just what did it all mean? He wondered, right before dozing off.

I am SO sorry that it took me so long to update again, but apparently I am mishaps favorite daughter…almost poked my left eye out…so couldn't write anything for a few days, and was too depressed after my recovery (had to take care of University applications, depressing indeed after glancing at the zeros in the tuition fee section). *sigh* Anyhow, chapter 6 is here and I am all better now! And would you like to have a spin off of this story with another pairing?

Please continue to guide me along as you have done so far.

Maikyaera: I will most certainly make this story a priority to finish before I die! Hehe! Hope you find chapter 6 adorable as well.

Misothekittyboy: I would love to see that drawing that is if it wouldn't be too much of a trouble for you! And what a description….lol!!

xXxSporkSistaxXx: Thank you for holding my hand…don't let me die!! Hope you enjoy this chapter as well.

Shounen-ai: It makes me laugh as well! Enjoy~

Yuurei-san: Thank you for that comment, I realized I should've added the translation with the main body in brackets…will do that for the next chapters…thanks! And I am glad that you enjoyed this story!

SociopathLover: This one's short! Yay! *sweat drops*

xXxSilverMoonxXx: You are my oxygen cylinder…need another puff, care to give it to me? Hope this is to your liking!

Bika-chan and Syous99: Thank you SO very much for waiting for this chapter, hope it was worth it!

Kenpachi-sama: Plot bunnies say a few more may appear.

Mirianna16: I am an idiot…*hangs head*…thanks for the correction! XD

LittleGirlInRed: I used the 'Glossary of Finnish dishes' to find out the recipes…yummy…I drooled over my keyboard! *blush* As for Norway and Denmark, I want to write about them as well…

Anina-chan: Nope it's not weird at all, I do that every time I see a review! :P

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