a/n: Yup, I am aware of Sweden's um broken up speech and what not like instead of 'why I'm fine' he'd say ' 'm f'ne' due to his given dialect but for the sake of simplicity I wrote him speaking normal. It's just easier to read, no? :3
Sweden stepped back out into the courtyard. His frown and demeanor was more gloomy and quiet than usual. He was angry though . . . with himself. He hadn't felt so humiliated or embarrassed in his life.
He stood still in front of his very empty table still full of food. He noticed crows and squirrels looking up at him curiously tilting their heads at him as they ate the leftovers left defenseless at the wooden table. Sweden just gave out a small sigh and turned away. He'd let the little creatures finish.
As he glanced over at a bench to sit at, he noticed Austria and Prussia looking at him as they had a small picnic as well on the ground with the red checkerboard blanket at all. That was quick.
"Hey man! Wan some? We saved some food from a poor sucker's table!" waved Prussia an arm with half a subway sandwich and his mouth stuffed with the missing half.
" . . . yeah," mumbled Sweden, having nothing better to do. He sat across the two men, looking down at the hands placed over one another as if they weren't sitting in the middle of open sunshine.
"What's bothering you?" demanded Prussia as he scanned what to grab next in the large banquet of fruits and breads before him.
"I think I'm wrong," mumbled Sweden feeling his confidence with people drop severely, "about everything."
Austria smacked Prussia's hands that reached for a whole plate of cheese cake.
"Well," said Austria annoyed as he himself cut a piece for Prussia, "what is specifically everything which you speak of?"
"M-my . . . um," Sweden bashfully stared away from the two, not knowing how to explain himself. He's never voiced out his deep, dark, weird feelings that made him want to throw up and smile all at the same time.
"Feelings for Finland?" asked Austria as if it were normal.
"Undying love?" yelled Prussia, mouth stuffed.
Sweden felt his face burn as a pang of heat overcame his throat.
"H-how'd . . . ?"
"It's so obvious. You'd have to be pretty stupid to not see like Fin-!"
Austria smacked the back of Prussia's head.
"OW!"
"How would you like it if someone called me stupid?" asked Austria annoyed.
"Eh, I don't care," mumbled Prussia, turning away bashfully.
"Call me stupid, Sweden," demanded Austria as he prepared himself some tea.
"Like he'd ever-!"
"Austria is . . . stupid," said Sweden. He was a little teeny upset of Finland being referred to as stupid. Maybe gullible, but not stupid like Prussia was being.
"That really did hurt," mumbled Austria surprised as he looked at Sweden.
"HEY YOU!" yelled Prussia narrowing his eyes at Sweden angrily.
"Calm down moron, I was proving a point," huffed Austria irritated as he shoved Prussia down on the grass.
"Apologies, he's quite uncivilized," said Austria leaning on Prussia as the German clawed at the grass to escape.
"But you said that turned you on-!"
"UN-CI-VI-LI-ZED," Austria lettered out loudly and slowly as he reclined his weight even farther on Gilbert. Gilbert began yelling and screaming, ranting on about all the abusive things Austria had ever done to him and how he and his amazing 'five meters' deserved no such treatment.
It caused an amount of attention, making Sweden all the more nervous and fidgety. He timidly covered his eyes with his hand.
He didn't open up to people easily. He rarely even voiced an opinion to Finland; nervous of embarrassing himself to the person whose opinion and reaction he valued the most.
"So you doubt something in your love life. Big whoop," said Prussia waving a spare hand as if he knew everything there is about love.
"I hope you don't feel very uncomfortable (he crushes Prussia a little more) speaking about such complicated and odd things such as love," apologized Austria giving a small smile, "but if you doubt the feelings you ever thought you had, I would speak to Finland, the lad in question. Its better you knew the truth, no matter what it is you doubt, than lie and kid yourself with wild assumptions and making a big mistake."
Sweden looked up at Austria surprised. He never thought of that before.
"That's so smart Austria," muttered Prussia impressed. Austria slapped him in the back of the head and he stood up, his arms crossed.
"OW!"
"I am, you drunk."
Sweden covered his mouth, wanting to laugh.
Both Austria and Prussia turned to the man, a little startled.
"Oh shit you made him laugh Austria, the apocalypse is coming."
Austria kicked Prussia, who tumbled on the ground again as he tried to stand up.
"Clean this mess! I'm going to the bathroom!" yelled Austria as he, with the help of his crutch, limped off into the distance as little children ran past him laughing and screaming.
"He sure is something, ain't he?" asked Prussia as he stared at Austria with admiration. Maybe Sweden was wrong about the man all this time.
He then licked his lips and turned back to the mess of dishes and food at hand.
Scratch that, with lust.
Sweden nervously coughed into his hand.
"I'll see you later," he mumbled as he stood up, "thanks."
"Tch, don't thank me. If it weren't for you at the elevator, he would have probably smacked me silly, and I'm no masochist. If you ever need any sex help, you know where to look!"
At this, Sweden tried to walk as far as he could from Prussia as fast as his shoes could take him.
"IN HIS PANTS!" screamed Prussia cupping his hands.
Sweden sat at a table in the patient recovery room. He had been standing reading for a good while to try and find the right words to ask Finland if he loved him by any chance.
Do you love me?
Do you think I'm attractive?
Do I arouse you?
Do you really want sex with me?
Do I look like a good sex?
Sweden squinted hard at the book he held in his hand he magically found in his pocket. It was rather confusing. People 'do sex' and people 'have sex'. Is there a big difference? Prussia must have slipped it in there when he was busy reflecting on what Austria had said.
The mental image of Prussia licking his lips like a wild animal tasting its future prey flashed across his mind. He shuddered; he'd really love to replace that image.
He looked at the book again; the pages he stared at frequently were frequent 'sex' and 'relationship' terms.
Are you a catcher or a pitcher? Or both?
How fast can you come?
How many rounds do you do a day?
Two hands or one?
Since when did baseball and drinking come into sex? asked Sweden in his head.
He then turned the page. It had different numbers and names. It was some sort of matching quiz. He had no idea what a 69 was besides a number, or what cowgirl position was. Why is latex better than rubber? Better at what?
He flipped thru more pages.
Flavored condoms?
What is a condom? It has something to do with having sex and stop woman from having babies, he knew that much. But how does a small balloon do such a thing?
He sighed and closed the book. He re-read the cover to himself. 'Sex and relationships for dummies, Rated R Version.'
Huh. Who knows how much of it was true. If Prussia really did sneak this in his pocket, he hoped this isn't what the man used to learn to do the things he did today.
Then again, at least Prussia can 'have great sex' with Austria. So Romano said.
What was Romano doing here anyway? He usually never goes anywhere if Spain didn't have anything to say about it.
As if on cue he heard a loud squeak down the hall he sat at. He looked up to see Spain dragging Romano down the hallway, as if holding him back.
"I'LL SHOW YOU ANGER! LET ME GO IDIOT! CAN'T YOU SEE HE'S ASKING FOR AN ASS KICKING? !" screamed Romano as his legs kicked up in the air wildly, causing a lot of attention. Sweden could tell Spain seemed a little embarrassed.
"Calm down mijo (dear), they are just kidding," laughed the poor Spaniard sympathetically.
"They said you were an idiot and I was a total raging psychopath! I'LL SHOW THEM PSYCHOPATH!" he hissed. Not being able to leave the poor two men grab all the attention from the nurses and roaming visitors, Sweden tucked the small book into his jean's pocket and headed for the two men.
"What's wrong?" asked Sweden as he stood in front of Romano. Romano looked up surprised and ceased kicking as he turned away.
"Buena's tardes Suecia! (Good evening Sweden!) I'm sorry if little Romano here's screaming bothered you-"
"Shut up! Those bastards there deserved it!" hissed Romano as he pulled away from Spain.
Sweden raised his hands and motioned them to calm down.
"It's alright. I wasn't bothered. I assume you like privacy though," said Sweden as he motioned from the corner of his eye at the women behind him. Spain understood. However the ever bold Romano took it to offense.
"Who asked you?" he snarled, "I'm going to get something to eat," huffed Romano as he walked off from the two. As soon as Romano and the other nurses and visitors were out of sight, Spain began to cry a little.
Startled Sweden stepped away from the man, only for the man to grab onto Sweden's shoulders.
"What am I going to do . . . I love him but he never treats me right . . . ," mumbled Spain.
"He's shy?" mumbled Sweden.
"I've waited very long for him to . . . at least show a sign he likes me that way but . . . maybe I am stupid. He probably doesn't like me . . . and even if he did . . . I couldn't spot it."
At this, the Swedish man's usual frown curved even lower. He felt a little sad for the man. He's seen how Spain acts around Romano during important meetings. He's always treated him so nicely. The two were living together and everything.
"Why don't you tell him?" asked Sweden, "don't torture yourself over the question and actions in vain."
Spain cleaned the tears under his eyes.
"You think that?" he asked as he stepped away from Sweden. Sweden gave a small nod.
". . . can you do it with me too then?" Spain looked up into Sweden's eyes with a wide smile.
"Do what?" asked Sweden raising an eye brow.
"Tell Finland you love him too," said the man.
Sweden stepped back, baffled. His head was hurting. Why was that?
"Sweden? Are you alright? You seem dizzy? Can you stand?" asked the Spaniard reaching for the man.
Sweden noticed his vision going blurry, noise seemed to slow down. It's as if someone had taken his glasses off. He tried reaching for Spain's shoulder, but fell straight on his back. His legs kicked up and his arms jerked down right behind him.
"Sweden? Suecia? (Sweden?) Sweden? !" yelled Spain as he grabbed at Sweden's shoulders and sat his upper body on his knees. Sweden opened his mouth to try and calm the man down, but he couldn't make a noise. He began coughing, his throat incredibly irritated.
"Sweden! Somebody, go get help! Nurse! NURSE!" yelled Spain terrified. Sweden grabbed a hand under his back slowly, his arm shaking as in doing so as if it were an unnatural movement.
"Sweden? Don't worry, I'm getting you help! Can you breathe? Please nod!" said Spain.
Sweden cracked a small grin. His throat burned and now his arm from where the cast was on had got numb. He bit his lip, still trying to smile ever so hard.
"Oh, Sweden . . . I've never seen you smile before," said Spain, whose voice sounded distorted. Sweden's hearing must be fading away. As he noticed nurses and people crowding around, the edges of his eye's sight went black. He was losing sight.
" Spain . . . –he breathed- . . . I will."
Sweden gave one last good cough before everything started going black. As everything in sight and sound faded, sheer terror went thru his mind. The idea of not being able to move, see, hear, or speak scared him. He could still feel Spain's strong grasp on his shoulder and hand. He felt Spain squeeze back.
"Alright."
He blacked out.