I look at Finland as he sleeps. He seems so cute. His chubby cheeks make me want to pinch them. I can't though, or he'll start crying. A wet dream huh? First time I've ever had one of those. I wonder why? I can't believe he called in a nurse to change the sheets. I'm very embarrassed. If anyone, I would have only wanted him to know about it.

In the dark room, Finland is sleeping on a rocking chair right beside's Sweden's bed. An hour after Sweden 'wet' his bed, he (Finland) had fallen fast asleep.

Sweden sighed, terribly bored. He didn't want to stay here for a whole week. He felt good and fine. Why wouldn't they let him go home like he wanted to in the first place? He really didn't like that surgeon and his creepy smile. All doctors are evil! They know how to poke thru you and change everything! He would usually do all the bandaging and curing when Finland got hurt. But when he got hurt, Finland was able to drag him to the hospital. Usually puppy eyes did the trick or actually being dragged into the car. He glanced at the pile of food Finland had brought, sighed to himself and sat up. He took a blanket from his bed and extended it on Finland.

Hmm, wonder if Finland's ever had one. I'll ask him when he wakes up.

Sweden lies back down and falls asleep.

He wakes up to see Finland walking back inside the room, the left sleeve of his uniform folded right above his forearm.

"Where did you go?" asked Sweden as he sat up and put his glasses on.

"I got a check-up is all. About five shots too. They had some made for my age a while ago, and the doctor said I should get them," smiled Finland as he sat beside Sweden.

"But-"

"He said they were necessary," said Finland already guessing what Sweden was thinking.

"I want to leave," mumbled Sweden as he tugged at the paper bands tied on his wrists with different serial numbers. He looked bored, miserable and frustrated.

"But Sve, the doctor-"

"I don't care what the doctor said. I don't like it here. I want us to leave," mumbled Sweden.

"Sve-"

"You don't even remember our promise," said Sweden as he turned from Finland's sight.

"P-Promise? What promise?" asked Finland with a nervous smile. Sweden wouldn't turn to him.

"C'mon Sve, you can tell me anything," said Finland as he grabbed his shoulder.

"Have you ever had a wet dream?" asked Sweden as he turned to Finland.

"WHAT? !"

"Have you ever-!"

"Noo!" yelled Finland as he covered Sweden's mouth with hands," I heard what you said! J-just that-"

"You've never had one?"

"No, you startled me."

"Oh, so, am I a pervert for being the only one to have one?"

"N-no, you're not."

"Oh good. I thought I was being some weirdo for liking it. You were awfully cute. I'm embarrassed," blushed Sweden with a serious face as he looked away. Finland felt his own burn up as he covered his face.

"I . . . I . ."

"What's the sensation, I can't describe it . . . very wet and hot and-"

"SVE! !" Finland shoved a donut in Sweden's mouth as he yelped embarrassed.

"?" Sweden shoved the food in his mouth as Finland meekly sat in the chair. Unknown of what he had said to have flustered Finland so much, Sweden felt kind of bad.

"Was that not a compliment?" I thought it would be, you seemed to like it in my-"

"SVE, PLEASE! ! Y-your making me nervous," replied Finland as he covered his red face.

"So, who did you have one with?"

"W-what?"

"A wet dream. You were in mine, who was in yours?"

"Ah . . . well I've had several but . . . "

"Well, do you have someone reoccurring in yours then?"

Finland turned around, not wanting to face Sweden as he nervously tried to talk.

"-mutter-."

"Huh?" Sweden couldn't hear him. The sounds of the machines behind his bed were too loud.

" . . . . . you . . . . ," meekly uttered Finland, still avoiding his gaze. Sweden felt his unchanging face twitch a little and turn red. He took his gaze off the poor male as he turned to face the white sheets on his bed.

"That makes me happy," said Sweden in a monotone voice as he cracked a small smile. His 'happiness' sounded scary. He then heard a thud and turned to the empty seat where Finland had been sitting. He glanced besides his bed, where Finland was in a corner, his body halfway covered by a blanket.

"What's wrong?" asked Sweden. Finland shook his head, not able to speak. Sweden felt terrible for leaving the boy mute.

"I don't want you to see my face," muttered Finland.

"Why? Is there a funny drawing on it?"

"N-no, it's just that . . . right now . . . I can't stop smiling."

A long pause came after, until Finland felt something warm rub against his head.

"It's alright, neither can I. It's okay to be embarrassed. Here, have a . . . um . . ."

"It's a muffin," replied Finland a she turned to look back at Sweden, receiving the pastry Sweden was offering him from his bed.

After a while of getting over the embarrassment they both felt, the two stood against the big window that overlooked the rest of the city, eating and drinking.

"You do not put any milk in your coffee?" asked Sweden as he finished mixing the chocolate milk in his mug.

"No, I like it better like this. Aren't the lights pretty?" said Finland as he placed the coffee pot back on the counter.

"It is night time, the office building sure do look better this way. That one there, that's my office," said Sweden as he pointed at the top of a skyscraper, his finger against the glass.

"You should come in some time at night, the view is spectacular there if you think it's beautiful from here," said Sweden as he cracked the last oversized cookie for the two and handed the largest piece to Finland.

"Here," he said as he handed it with a shaking hand. Finland took it, noticing how weak Sweden was, or possibly scared, from the surgery he had on his wrist.

"I'm very sorry," replied Finland, with a timid voice, "if I would have been more careful and not such an idiot-"

"Who said you were an idiot?"

"Well I did, but-"

"You are no idiot. I am for making you feel bad. If anything, it was my fault for not reacting fast enough. What is done is done, no need to have bad feelings about it."

"But Sve-"

"I'm glad I'm here with you," replied Sweden, "I would really not have enjoyed being with someone else right now. Your face looks very lovely with the moonlight reflecting off of it, you know that?" said Sweden as he slid his hand against Finland's. Finland timidly kept staring back.

"Humph, everything looks better in moonlight."

"Not to me it doesn't," replied Sweden.

"Well, your eyes are the prettiest. I like how your glasses reflect the city lights and your eyes reflect back the moon's. It's very beautiful."

"I like how your hair is always so soft."

"I like how tall you are."

"I like your voice too, it is very lovely."

"I like how your hands feel so warm," mumbled Finland. Without the two noticing, they had been leaning closer and closer towards each other's face, just a few centimeters away from each other.

"Tino . . ."

"B-Berwald . . ."

The two leaned over, Sweden having a good hold of the right side of Finland's face, and as their lips were about to touch, a knock on the door was heard.

"Excuse me sirs, may I take out the trash?' asked a nurse as she cracked the door open. The two slowly pulled away, blushing.

"S-sure mam! Right over there!" stuttered Finland as he nervously pointed at the trash bag on the opposite side of the room. Sweden sighed, almost in a disappointed manner as he leaned back over the counter and looked out the window again. Finland seemed incredibly relieved that the lights were off and the woman hadn't seen the dirty deed they were about to do. After the woman closed the door, Finland nervously turned to Sweden, who seemed somewhat upset, almost ignoring Finland as he drunk his milk.

"Sve-?"

"Are you sleepy? I know I am," replied Sweden as he placed his mug on his plate and started heading for his bed. Finland sheepishly looked down into his own mug, sort of feeling bad for making Sweden angry with him.

"Hey."

Finland looked up at the taller male as Sweden Leaned down and kissed Finland on his forehead.

"Goodnight," mumbled Sweden, his face now back to its serious expression as he headed back to his bed, pulled the blankets over himself and made himself comfortable. Finland stood surprised as he raised his free hand to touch his forehead.

Did, did Sve blush just there? At the thought, Finland felt his face go red. He smiled, feeling happy that Sweden was in fact not angry with him, as he picked up the dirty dishes and headed out of the room to get them washed.

"Night Sve."

Meanwhile Sweden felt his eyes terribly heavy, very tired.

A kiss in the forehead might not be as good as one in the lips, but it's a start. Thought Sweden as he fell fast asleep. He cracked a smile as he closed his eyes for the last time that night.