A/N:
Alright there are big flashback-chunk like events in this chapter. First is when Sweden was a small boy, about as young as Chibitalia is I guess. The other chunk is when he and the Nordics are hanging out, taking place during WW2 (a little after that intimacy flashback of Germany's to be specific).
Warning: A very lame attempt at Sweden's accent. Also, sorry if the Nordics come out a little OOC.
A small Sweden sat alone on a dead log, rubbing his poor excuse for gloves together quietly trembling in his poorly patched up black coat one snowy December morning.
"H-hello there," a faint, oddly chirpy voice spoke behind him. Turning around, he saw the small finish boy he had befriended a couple weeks ago.
"Hi," mumbled Sweden, trying to suppress the accent his fellow Nordics would tease him about, especially his friend Denmark.
"May I sit here?" the small boy asked. Young Sweden glanced at the boy's smile and nodded. The Finnish boy sat next to him also rubbing his worn out gloves.
"Cold, huh Chibisden?" asked Finland as he scooted closer to the boy. Sweden blushed as he swallowed nervously.
"Ch-Chibisden?" he repeated as he breathed thru his small hands.
"Because you're so small," he laughed. Sweden raised a brow.
"B-But y're small y'self," he mumbled, "more t'n me."
"You're just too tall," he countered, "gee it's so cold!"
The small boy wrapped his arms under Sweden's left. Flustered, Sweden shifted uncomfortably as he felt a surge of warmth radiating from his face. His hands became sweaty.
"M' hands r' sw'ty," stated Sweden as he narrowed his eyes at his spare hand.
"At least you're not cold anymore," mumbled Finland as he snuggled his head on his arm, feeling sleepy.
" . . . I l'rned how t' wr'te," said Sweden as he pushed his glasses up.
"Can you teach me? I want to learn how to write Chibisfin," chirped the boy. The Swede turned to him.
"But, I l'ready named y' Finland," he mumbled.
"Oh. Can I still can you Chibisden, Sve?" the boy asked as he pulled away.
"L'right," mumbled Sweden as he stood up, "wanna go t' my room?"
"Oh, but, I don't have anywhere to go in your home. I don't think your siblings like me much," uttered Finland as he nervously waved his hands.
"Siblings? They jus' live w' me. Y'e could c'me w't me to live," offered Sweden looking away bashfully as he tugged at his collar.
"Really?" the boy asked with big, glossy eyes looking up at the blond boy. Sweden nodded.
"Yey! We can share more warmth!" cried the boy shaking Sweden viciously. The young boy could feel all the breath in him leave as he was constricted tightly by the boy half his size.
He is strong when happy; he made a mental note of.
The shaking suddenly stopped as Sweden now noticed the boy hugging at his waist. He was trembling. Sweden glanced at the direction Finland stared wide eyed at. It was his small neighbor Russia.
Sweden felt his face anxiously twitch as Finland grabbed on tighter to his coat as the silver haired boy skipped towards them excitedly. The boy stopped as he bent over to have a closer look at Finland's small face.
"Good winter," he saluted as he patted Finland's head. Sweden turned to his small companion smiling.
"V'ry cold," mumbled Sweden in response.
"Who's that?" asked Russia curiously, "I've seen him around where I live."
"This Finland," said Sweden as he tried speaking right to be understood, "he my new friend. He's a small baby still. I'm bringing him home."
"I used to see him when I used to be with my Big sister Ukraine," smiled Russia, "I want to play."
"Leave us alone!" squeaked the small Finland, "go away!" The other two looked at the boy blankly.
"That's not nice," Russia stated as he reached a hand for the boy.
"No no no! You're a meanie! You bully Lithuania! Go away! Don't bully us!" cried the boy as he shoved his face into Sweden. The taller blond blushed slightly at the small boy's cries.
"It's not my fault you're pretty dumb," young Russia smiled.
"Go away!"
"I want to play too!"
Finland pushed the small boy on the snow. Russia plopped on his butt as he stared blankly at a defensive Finland taken aback. He began to cry.
"Finland!" scolded Sweden as he pulled the small Russia boy up. Finland stared back, feeling betrayed. Russia clawed a hand on Sweden's jacket as he rubbed his eyes with freezing cold hands.
"That was mean, both of you," said Sweden in a disappointed tone as he began to rub Finland's back. Russia grabbed at Sweden's gloved hands now. Thru the small holes he could feel Russia's icy skin.
"Y' want m' gloves?" asked Sweden. Russia quietly shook his head. Sweden then looked up to see the small familiar toucan bird fly by in the gray sky, a sign that meant Iceland was done with lunch.
"No thanks," sniffed the silver haired boy rubbing his nose.
"Lunch is ready. Wanna come?" offered Sweden. Finland immediately pulled away from Sweden.
"NO! He's mean! He's not nice!" cried Finland as he shook the Swedish boy's arm to try and get him to understand. Russia stared at him with teary eyes.
"His sister left him alone," explained Sweden with a neutral expression, "he's awful lonely."
Finland stared back wide eyed.
"B-but! I'm alone too!"
"You're coming too though," said Sweden. Finland stepped back shaking his head.
"No! He does bad things Sve! He's bad!" cried Finland pointing at Russia. Russia began to cry again.
"Stop being a jerk!" said Sweden with a raised voice. Both Finland and Russia flinched at the angry tone.
"You do this with my other friends too," said Sweden as he yanked on Russia's sleeve, "I want to get along with you. But you can't get along by pushing people away," he narrowed his eyes.
"B-but Sve-!"
Sweden turned his back to them and began to walk off. Russia turned to Finland with a blank expression.
"You have to be nice to have friends," mumbled Sweden as Russia stuck his tongue out at Finland. The small blond boy stared in disbelief as Russia dashed to keep pace with Sweden. The small blond boy turned the other way and began to walk slowly, rubbing his eyes with his tiny gloved hands.
But Sve, he's going to do something bad to you, I know it.
Belarus stared blankly at the rows of surveillance cameras lined up on the wall before her. Sitting next to her was Sealand all tied up against a chair with his mouth tied shut. Everything was going to plan just as her Leader Russia had wanted. He will be very pleased with her.
It didn't matter whether Finland would pick Sealand or Sweden to 'rescue' at all, they had been given the order to capture the boy and bring him to Russia.
"Mess with the boy's head, dear Belarus," Russia had told her as the silver haired man looked over the sleeping Swedish man in his bed as he recovered from the drug overdose earlier.
"Yes sir," she responded staring passively as she administered more of Russia's new vaccines into Sweden's system.
"I want that brat to know who's in charge," he smiled darkly.
"Yes sir," she responded.
"I'll make it plain visible to him that he can't live without me," he said narrowing his eyes at Sweden, "he needs me."
He walked behind her and grabbed on to her shoulder tightly.
"Sir?" she asked, "You are impatient."
"Well Belarus, there's no greater feeling in the world when you've got the power to make any man crumble like a cookie," he smiled, "I'm just excited as all."
"For this?" she asked looking blankly at Sweden's face.
"It's long overdue, my dear," he answered.
Belarus glanced at a particular screen that caught her eye. She saw Italy being chased down a hallway by the crowd of nurses and security guards. She pulled a black remote from her white nurse's sleeve and clicked on the blue button.
"Italy," she talked into the remote, "stop fooling around or Leader will be very upset if he doesn't get his way," she warned. The Italian in the screen stood still now, glancing around confused. Sealand's eyes shot open as he began to struggle against his ropes.
"What?" asked Italy in his usual confused tone.
"Russia will punish you if you don't comply with his wishes," she muttered, "I'll see to it."
"Gee, I'm sorry Belarus," the boy laughed as he tugged at his blue tie where a small microphone was clipped on. The boy then smiled darkly, "what do you think needs to be done first?"
The nurses and guards behind Italy soon halted, confused now as to whom the boy was talking to.
"Get Germany," she said, "Russia would like to see him for private matters."
"Gotcha," the boy chirped as he turned to the crowd behind him, "hey you guys, I know where my other friends are."
"MPPH!" cried Sealand as he finally spit off the cloth tied around his mouth, "you monster! What are you doing with Italy?"
"He's one of us," mumbled Belarus as she changed the screens on her keyboard.
"What are you doing with dad? Why is Russia beating him!" cried the small boy as he struggled against the rope tied to his ankles on the wooden chair's legs.
"I never told you he was being 'beaten'. You misinterpreted what I said. You asked me where your Mr. Sweden was when I picked you up from the patio, I said he is 'to be teachen' a lesson' by Russia."
"Why won't you leave my dad alone? What's he ever done to anyone!" cried the small boy angrily.
"That's just it," mumbled Belarus as she stared at a very dark screen directly in front of her. Sealand tried to get a glance at whatever she was watching. All he could see was the corner of a dark patient's room. It was odd for only one of all the screens Belarus had been keeping track of to be a patient's room.
"He's never done anything," she breathed in a low tone as her eyes narrowed as she stared at Russia's back facing the camera, covering the pained face of Sweden she wanted to see desperately.
She could not understand why she felt hate for the man, when clearly she could usually feel nothing at all but her Leader's obsession with the man bothered her so much so she wished pain and agony for the man. She scratched at the back of her neck feeling a slight burning sensation. Soon she changed the screen to another hallway camera. The burning sensation at the back of her neck stopped as her once malicious feelings for the Swede ceased.
"Sealand," Finland cried in one of the screens, "I want Sealand."
"Good," smiled America as Japan taped Finland's wrists together by the front.
"F-Finland . . . ,"whispered Sealand to himself.
"You hear that Belarus? He wants Sealand," he laughed cruelly as he spread his arms apart.
"I heard," Belarus mumbled as she pressed the button to speak into that particular stairway, "bring him to-"
"FINLAND DON'T DO IT!" cried Sealand as he hopped on the wooden chair towards Belarus.
"Sealand . . ?" mumbled Finland thru a sob as Japan cut the tape.
"I can take care of myself! Please get Dad!" he laughed to reassure the Finnish man. Belarus went for clicking the speaker off when suddenly she was knocked out of her seat by Sealand's own chair. He broke one hand from under the tight rope and pressed on the button.
"Finland! Russia is with Sweden! You have to get to him! They don't know what they're doing! They're just Russia's toy soldiers! Please, just get to dad! I heard him crying! He's crying! I heard him on the camera! Plea-!"
Belarus grabbed the small boy's only free arm and gave him a shot. Soon the boy felt as if all of his strength seeped away as he slumped forward on the controls in front of him. In the stairway Finland could hear a loud slump. He feared the worst, that Belarus might have hit the boy in the back of the head or something.
"SEALAND! Please, don't do anything to him! S-Sve loves him!" cried Finland shaking his head, "please don't hurt him! Sweden won't know what to do with himself if Sealand got hurt!"
At this, America raised a brow.
"Sealand ei? Do you know what we do to things Sweden loves?" he grinned as he turned to Finland with his fisted hands on his hips.
Finland stared helplessly up at America as Japan pressed Finland to stand up. He looked up at America, standing a whole stairway above Finland, only succeeding in making him feel smaller.
"Leave him be America," mumbled Japan as he began to walk Finland up the stairs, "Leader wants to do all the mind games himself."
I can't believe he didn't even try to escape, how boring and lame he is, America thought as he twisted his smile, leading the two.
Finland sniffed as his tears ceased his head hanging low as he was kept in between America and Japan.
There's no way I'll ever let Russia get away with this.
Finland made sure to keep his head bowed down.
I will rescue you Sealand, and you and I will find Sve!
He made sure not to let either of his captors know he has been eying America's weapon that stuck out from the blond man's pocket.
Nothing will stop me.
He bit his lip as he turned and with a leg and a small prayer to not let his friend be severely hurt, kicked at the Japanese man behind him. America turned to see Finland's burning eyes with anger and determination leer at him as the Finnish boy reached and grabbed at his gun. Finland pinned America down roughly as the blond hit the stairs under him hard. The two began to fight for the gun.
"Get offa me!" hissed America under him.
"Will you be with me and make sure they don't do anything bad to me?"
Sure Sve, why wouldn't I! screamed Finland in his head as he closed his eyes.
"AMERICA!" cried Japan as the sound of a gunshot was heard echoing in the stairway.
It's something called obsession. I'd like to think myself lucky to have such strong feelings over someone.
"That's right Sve! Pass it over here!" cried Finland at the end of a basketball court. Sweden glanced at the Finnish boy puzzled and decided to toss the ball at him. It bounced once. Then twice. Finland jumped and caught it.
"Yes! You did it!" he cheered excitedly.
"Yey! That knows how to play basketball!" cried Sealand behind Finland, "now can we play as a team?" he asked excitedly.
"Basketball?" repeated Sweden as he raised a brow. He's never heard of the game before but Finland said its popular back in America whom he just came from visiting.
"I want to be with dad!" exclaimed Sealand as he bounced to the Swedish man's side. On the bench where the other three Nordics sat Denmark shot up with fisted hands.
"I wanna play too if that big lug is!" he yelled, "I bet I can so wipe the floor with him!"
"Isn't it a little cold to be playing this?" asked Iceland aloud.
"Isn't it a little cold for us to hear you complaining chatterbox?" asked Norway reading his book. His brother turned to him with a crossed look. The toucan on Iceland's head began to laugh.
Sweden looked up snatched from his trance as he felt Finland tug at his sleeve.
"Hey Sve, we don't have to play. I can teach us another game too if you want," the small man offered.
"No, tis' fine. I like this one better than football," the man mumbled as he patted Finland's head. He had gotten accustomed to always patting Finland's head whenever he wore his white burette. The man nervously laughed as he turned away pink.
"You guys mind a game?" he asked. Norway grabbed Iceland's head to shake his along with his own.
"C'mon play! I wanna see someone cry! This'll be great! Cheer up!" cried the toucan as it flapped its wings still perched on Iceland's head.
As Denmark and Sealand argued about the team names, both wanting to be called 'Super Amazing Duo', their heads along with everyone else's glanced up too see Russia standing on the opposite side from all of them, on the farthest side of the basketball court.
"It's your friend Russia," said Denmark in a distasted tone, "what's he doing here?" asked the tall blond elbowing Sweden. Finland felt his legs tremble under him. The last time he saw Russia was before WW1. Now during WW2, he had gotten the feeling that Russia wanted to get him under his control, so did his friends Lithuania, Estonia and Latvia. So far though they were safe at their respective homes. Everyone was afraid of going near Russia while he was partnered up with Germany for now.
"Hello there, mind if I watch?" asked Russia as he waved a hand.
"Why would he do that?" asked Iceland puzzled.
"AH! Maybe he's out to get us!" cried the toucan. Everyone froze; they were all suspecting that. Of course, all except Sweden.
"He's probably bored," mumbled Sweden as he held the orange ball by the front of his chest, "no harm to watch us play."
"Dude, have you seen the way that guy leers? It's like he's undressing us naked or something. It gives me the creeps!" said Denmark as he rubbed his arms, almost scaring himself at the thought.
"You give me the creeps," mumbled Norway.
"Please, that guy is infinity creepy. Like the time he wanted to butt in and watch the fireworks at Finland's festival a couple weeks ago remember? Why does he always wanna bother us?" voiced Denmark.
"Will you leave him alone?" asked Sweden as he turned his back to Denmark, "he's got no one to go to."
Everyone looked at him taken aback. Denmark gasped.
"Hey, I'm protecting you! I told you but I caught him taking pictures of you and Finland! I think he has a thing for our little fellow here!" whispered Denmark as he slapped Finland's back. Finland's face became paled at such an idea. Everyone shivered at it. Sweden dropped the basketball though, making everyone freeze.
"Did he now?" he asked. Everyone took a step back as they sensed Sweden's glare increase tenfold. He began to walk towards the man in question.
"Oh c'mon maybe my eyes were wrong Sve! Hey come back!" panicked Denmark as he grabbed at Sweden's coat only to be easily dragged by the man with the help of the icy cement.
Sweden stopped right in front of the silver haired man. Denmark let go and tried putting up an angry face when clearly he was shivering. Russia's grin seemed to grow wider as they got closer.
"Hello Russia," said Sweden, "what are you doing here?"
"Woah, you can't ask so upfront!" cried Denmark behind him.
"I wanted to drop by, it's been a while since I've seen my good friend," he smiled.
"Have you taken pictures of Finland?" asked Sweden bluntly as he narrowed his eyes. Behind Denmark's face paled as he pulled his hair.
"SWEDEN YOU FOOL!" he cried.
"Of course not. I've only been taking pictures of you," the man chirped as he gave a small giggle.
" . . . . good," replied Sweden as he closed his eyes, relieved his Finland wasn't being sought after.
"WHAA? WHAT DO YOU MEAN GOOD? !" exclaimed the blond as he tore out a chunk of hair.
"Which reminds me, may I take another one?" asked the man as he took out a polio camera from the sleeve of his coat.
"Sure," mumbled Sweden seeing no harm in it. Behind Denmark collapsed out cold.
Russia lifted the camera as he snapped a picture twice, Sweden staring with a black expression at the strange object.
"How are things going with Germany?" asked Sweden as he looked over Russia's shoulder as two pieces of glossy paper popped out.
"Oh him? He's alright. Did you know he likes Italy? It's plain obvious," he smiled as he handed Sweden other pictures he pulled from the inside of his coat. Looking over them, Sweden could only see images of people, and only one person at a time staring at him with either an angry or seriously expression. There was Ukraine, Belarus, China, Lithuania and Germany. A lot of Germany. He has yet to see any of the alleged 'pictures' of himself though. He then glanced at his images with not a seriously, but almost puzzled expression. Nor a frown or a smile in either of the pictures. He narrowed his eyes and out of the corner of one he could see Finland from a distance. He snatched the picture away from Russia as he got a better look.
"That's Finland," the man mumbled in a borderline excited tone. Out of nowhere Denmark popped from behind Sweden and glanced at the photo.
"Oh that is so cool! What's it called?" asked Denmark pointing at the photo.
"It's a photo," mumbled Russia as he gave a bored expression, his smile turning to a small frown.
"Cool, can you get me one of me too?" he asked excitedly.
"NO!" cried Russia as he snatched the photo from the excited blonds' clutches.
"My camera isn't used to be wasted," he mumbled.
"Hey what are you trying to say?" asked Denmark with an edgy tone.
"I'm saying I don't want stupid images," leered Russia.
"What? I'll show you stupid!" yelled Denmark raising a fist at the man.
"Denmark!" exclaimed Sweden as he grabbed at the man's arm.
"It's my camera, I do what I want with it," explained Russia with a child-like tone.
"You big brat!" hissed Denmark.
"Please apologize Russia," said Sweden as he let go of the man. The silver haired just shook his head.
"I don't have to do what he tells me. He's a jerk," said Russia.
"Why you-!" Denmark raised his fist once again and made contact with a face.
"Ah!" yelped Sweden as he got in the way. He fell down on the cement with a bruise darkening on his left cheek.
"Why did you hit him!" cried Russia crossed. Denmark gasped and bent down to his friend.
"S-Sweden? I'm sorry! I was aiming for Russia but you got in the way! I-"
"It's all your fault he's hurt! You should be ashamed!" scolded Russia as he put his things away and bent over to help Sweden. The quiet blond blankly sat there trying to see without his glasses that had fallen off.
"I didn't do it on pur-"
"It's your fault!"
"B-but-"
"Apologize-!"
"ENOUGH!" yelled Sweden. Both men stared in shock at the man who rarely raised his voice.
Russia handed Sweden his glasses as Denmark pulled the man up.
"It's my own actions that brought me here, therefore it is my fault," explained Sweden as he touched at his cheek.
"But Sweden, he punched y-"
"You should apologize to him for saying something so rude in the first place, Russia," said Sweden as he turned to the man angrily, before Denmark can let out a laugh of triumph, Sweden turned to him sharply, "and you, violence never solves anything. It only makes things worse," he said.
"SVE!" cried a small voice a few meters away. The three turned to see Finland running to their direction.
"I saw you fall," he gasped as he bent over to find his voice," and I had to come! Are you alright? Does your head hurt?"
"I'm alright," said Sweden," it's these two that aren't."
Finland turned to see Russia leering at him with spite before a smile crept up his face again. Scared, Finland stood behind Sweden, terrified at the sudden changes of expression the man could give. He felt bad being the only one to notice.
" . . . . I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I was acting very immaturely," said Russia grinning at Denmark as he raised a hand. The blond raised an eyebrow before meeting Russia's hand with his own.
"I'm sorry for acting so savagely," said Denmark as he smiled, "I still have some of that old Viking blood in me!" he laughed.
"Well, I best be going now. It's almost night time; Germany is waiting up for me back at the tents you know," he giggled as he raised his hand to give a small wave.
"I hope to see you soon under more intriguing circumstances, Sweden," said the man as he walked off into the thin forest of leafless trees.
"Well that was odd," said Norway as he stood behind the small crowd.
"What did he mean by that?" asked Iceland as he appeared besides Denmark.
"Who knows, he's so weird," mumbled Denmark as he scratched his head. He turned to meet at Sweden's annoyed gaze.
"Sorry sorry!" the man said waving his hands to him. Finland clutched at Sweden's coat. Intriguing circumstances?
"Maybe he's in love with Sweden," voiced out the toucan as it flapped on Iceland's shoulder.
"WHAT?" cried the other in complete shock in unison.
"That's it, no more sips of vodka for you Puffin," scolded Iceland as he tried covering the bird's beak.
"Something seemed to be bothering him," mumbled Sweden. Finland raised his brows. Why was it that Sweden seemed so bent on protecting Russia?
"Hey old fools! Are we gonna play or not!" cried Sealand as he stomped his foot.
"I call dibs to score first!" exclaimed Denmark as he bolted across the cement, only to slip and fall.
"Karma," mumbled Norway s the Danish man picked himself up.
"Maybe it's unwise to play this 'basketball' when it's still awfully icy out here," mumbled Iceland as he headed for Denmark.
"The fool would have fallen down anyway!" yelled Puffin in a laughing manner.
The other three caught up to the fallen man as Sealand ran with a first aid kit.
"He is taking pictures," Sweden informed Finland and Norway. The two stared back wide eyed.
"Really now?" asked Norway as Finland stared back worriedly.
"Only of me though, so everything's fine," mumbled Sweden.
"Only of you? That seems something to be more worried about," said Norway as he raised a brow to Sweden.
"So long as it's not Finland," Sweden said as he glanced at Finland, whose face flushed red.
"Be wary," warned Norway. As they all crowded around Denmark who appeared to have twisted his ankle, Finland kept staring at Sweden and his bruised face.
How come he is so quick to defend Russia?
"Hey Sve, your alright, right?" asked Finland. The Swedish man looked at the man surprised.
"Are you sick?" he asked raising his palm to the boy's head.
"N-no," he mumbled turning pink.
"C-can you bake something? When we get home?" asked the man nervously as he glanced away. Finland's small frown turned to a big smile.
"Really Sve? Yes, of course! You like chocolate right?" he squeaked.
"Hey are you making chocolate cake?" asked Denmark as he looked up from the ground.
"Stop moving you big oaf," mumbled Iceland trying to zip the man's boot on again.
"Oh please Sve! Pick cake! I love cake!" begged the blond, "I'll love you forever if you pick cake!"
"But Finland already loves me forever. He's making muffins," stated Sweden.
"Cake!"
"Muffins."
"Aren't they the same thing but smaller?" asked Norway.
"No!" voiced Denmark and Sweden.
"Cakes are chunkier and I get to serve myself a lot!" said Denmark.
"Cupcakes are cute," said Sweden.
"I can do both," laughed Finland.
"Oh please can y-! OUCH!" cried Denmark as Iceland pulled him up.
"It's what you get for running," said the man as Sweden helped Denmark to stand. They all began to head to into the forest, filled with overcrowded thin trees and so much snow Sealand and Norway decided to step inside the holes of their previous footsteps made.
As Sweden and Iceland helped Denmark walk, on his left Finland clutched onto the man's spare arm, freezing cold.
But, why did Russia want to take pictures only of Sve? It doesn't seem right. Something up.
"Somethin' botherin you?" asked Sweden quietly so no one else could hear.
" . . . I don't want to upset you but . . . I don't like the way he looks at you," said Finland staring down.
"Denmark? He's just hopelessly confused," mumbled Sweden. Denmark looked over, swearing he could hear them insulting him.
"No, I mean Russia. Did you hear what some of the other countries are saying about him and Germany?" asked Finland worriedly.
"What?" asked Sweden.
"He bites him. A-and well . . . those kinds of things," he said flushing even more red. He gave a small nervous cough. Sweden's cheeks turned pink.
"Do you know if they're true though?" asked Sweden, "If you don't know then you can believe such heinous things."
"But Sve . . . ," the boy began to cry now as he halted to a complete stop. The others stopped as Sweden turned to the small man.
"What if he does something bad to you? He tells me he always wants to play with you, but not in a nice way. I don't want anything to happen to you. I don't want anyone doing anything to you!" he cried.
"Aww," Denmark said, "that's so sweet."
"Keep it down. The poor boy is worried," scolded Iceland.
"But Finland," mumbled Sweden, confused as to what the boy wanted to hear.
"He's worried your friendship with the man will bring harm to you, just as it's brought harm to others around him," said Norway as he turned, "he has every right to be worried silly for you. Especially when he-"
Denmark and Iceland throw snowballs at Norway. Sweden looked at the three confused as Denmark and Iceland shushed the man.
"Shh! Don't tell them ya' moron!" said Denmark whispering.
"Yes! They're supposed to figure it out on their own they like each other," mumbled Iceland.
"There there," cooed Sweden bashfully as he hugged the small boy, "he isn't going to do anything to us. Why would he?" asked Sweden.
"Well, why has he been taking all those pictures of you? And always seems to be popping up everywhere we go? And-?"
"Someone's Sweden-attention jealous," sung Denmark before Iceland kicked the man's shin.
"Are you?" asked Sweden with a startled look. Finland's never complained to him about anything before. The small boy in his arms grew warmer at such a straightforward question he couldn't help but to redden even more. The man holding him noticed the boy's blush creep all the way to his ears. How cute, he thought.
"But you're my wife. Nothing's more important than you," he said rubbing the boy's back. Finland shyly pulled away shaking his hands as his face burned red.
"B-but Sve I-! But I think that-! Well you are cute but-! Sve I don't think that's fair for . . .um . . . Denmark! Yes, Denmark!" stuttered the boy nervously at such a special and intimate title given to himself by the man he most cared for.
"Huh?" question Denmark as Finland slipped his arm around Denmark's neck, but too short to even reach all the way around.
"Isn't that right Denmark? Boy you must be seething with jealousy at seeing Sve and Russia together huh? I can see it a mile away! It's alright though, Sve's here to cuddle you in his big, strong arms! They'll protect you from anything!" mumbled Finland in a hurry as he patted his free hand on Denmark who stared at the small man confused.
"Hey now, I'm nobody's wife! Besides you're the one that he likes," mumbled Denmark annoyed.
"Huh? But Dad likes me!" cried Sealand as he and Puffin were way ahead.
"The adult kind of like! You see, when a man likes a Finland-!"
Iceland pushed the man to the snow to cease from screaming so loud anyone could practically hear him a mile away.
"I think you're cute too Finland," mumbled Sweden as he glanced away shyly.
"Hey, homeboy, mind moving away? I can hear a freaking heartbeat all the way here," grumbled Denmark patting on Sweden's boot.
"When we get home make sure to remind me to tie him to a tree," mumbled Iceland as he pulled Denmark away and left the two red-faced nations a little more privacy. The two began walking again quietly, side by side. Sweden grabbed at Finland's hand.
"You all are my family and above everything else in my life. Especially you; you're the most important, Finland," the man mumbled as his thumb stroked the top of Finland's hand. Finland felt his heart racing as he nervously gulped. He closed the gap between them a little more.
"A-are you mad at me? F-for wanting you to only be with us?"
"By us do you mean you?" asked Sweden staring straight ahead. Finland's eyes quivered.
"I'm sorry Sve, I'm very selfish. I'm used to having you all to myself. But it's just natural for me to feel like that because we've been such long friends, r-right?" he laughed nervously.
"No, it's not natural," mumbled Sve.
Finland felt his voice escape him. So Sweden was upset with him? He should have known better. How could he act like this?
"Because I feel the same way," he finished. Finland looked up to see Sweden give him a small smile.
"R-really?" he asked feeling any shame he felt previously slip away.
"Mhm," the man nodded. Finland wrapped both arms securely around the man's arm, still holding hands. He had never felt so relieved in his life.
The two quietly caught up with the others. If anyone tried ruining the clueless couple's moment of bordering realization for each other's feelings, they were met with snowballs to their faces. As they arrived home Denmark's, Sealand's and Puffin's face's were so cold, all three poured hot chocolate over themselves.
Meanwhile Russia sat on a dead stump a little walks away from the Nordic's shared temporary home. He had taken out a bunch of pictures from his coat and sleeves and began re-organizing them. In the largest pile sat images of Sweden from some taken a little way before WW1 to right now when Sweden and the other Nordics walked in the forest.
I have this thing called an obsession. I've loved him since the moment I met him. I used to want him as a big brother. But there are some things you can't do with brothers or siblings really.
He glanced at a picture of a smiling Sweden. Lifting his thumb, Finland could be seen. At this, Russia frowned deeply.
I can never fill the whole to my obsession. Lithuania, China and Germany are all useless to me. They're all my pathetic way of filling the void I have.
I have an obsession for a particular person. I love him a lot. I know where he lives, how he loves to sleep on his side, and his favorite everything. I've known him for a long time.
He will never see how much I love him while he is distracted.
Russia glances at a picture of all the Nordic nations.
They've all got to go.
He turns back to look at the images of the three countries he is currently taking advantage of, and his new side interest, Germany.
They'll never understand if I explain to them the complexity of my emotions. That's why I have to do everything the hard way. Nobody understands me the way I want to be understood.
He picked up all his photos and tucked them in his coat.
He doesn't know all the good things I can give him. I understand him more than anyone else. He doesn't know so, so I forgive him. I love him so much, seeing him excites me. Only you understand me, Sweden.
Prussia shoved Austria into his pitch dark medical room. He slammed the door closed as he closed the window's curtains right next to the man's bed.
"P-Prussia! What are you doing!" yelled Austria as he was pushed onto the bed. He grabbed at the white sheet sunder him as Prussia climbed on top of him, leering down at the man under.
"Please! Not now! Not while I'm sick like this!" he squirmed from underneath as Prussia grabbed at the man's wrists.
"Did you know we're pretty famous?" laughed Prussia as he gave the man a coy smile.
"Famous? For what?" asked Austria confused.
"For having great sex of course. I should consider myself lucky for having such a great partner."
At that, Austria blushed madly as he laid still. Tired of squirming, he began panting for air as Prussia shoved his face into the man's neck. Austria let out a small whimper of delight as he raised his hands a little, trembling at the pleasure. The man atop of him smiled to himself in delight as he began to grab at the front of Austria's groin.
"W-what are you doing?" breathed the man as he felt his lower member throb at the German's touch.
"What's it feel like? I've been wanting to fuck you since I got here."
"W-what? No! Are you crazy! We're in a hospital! What if we get caught!"
"Ah so you'd be willing if we weren't caught?" he asked eagerly.
"N-No I mean-!"
"Let me go lock the door then-"
"NO!" cried the man grabbing at Prussia's shoulder, "it's . . . it's fine. I feel fine already."
"Do you now? Heh, well how do you like this then? I promise when we get home, first thing we'll do is have sex at your door step," mumbled Prussia.
"But . . I thought you wanted to now," huffed Austria as he clutched at the back of Prussia's blue uniform, feeling his member already excited as Prussia lightly tapped at it almost teasingly.
"Yeah, but by then you won't be pissed off," he smiled.
"P-pissed off? Why would I . . ?"
"See you soon Specs," he grinned as Austria felt his arms being raised over his head. His eyes grew wide as Prussia tied his wrists together to the top of the plastic bared headboard of the bed.
"What are you doing!" cried Austria betrayed as Prussia pulled himself off the man and began to cover him up.
"Making you comfortable of course."
"B-but I was already comfortable before! Untie me this instant! You know I don't like being the one tied up!" cried Austria as he struggled to pull free.
"Be a dear Specs and listen up. I have to go help Sweden before Russia does anything bad to him. Knowing Russia's involved, my brother can't be too far off. We have a score to settle you know."
Austria gulped as Prussia's face expression turned that of a serious one.
"Y-you mean that incident you talked about before?" he asked looking up at the man above him with soft eyes.
"Yeah. I can't forgive him for ruining it all up for us," said Prussia as he smiled and looked over at Austria, finally relaxed against the cloth tying him to the bed.
"But now, that boy's gonna need serious saving. Russia's always wanted him."
"B-but I thought he liked Lithuania," mumbled Austria.
"Not true. When I was with him, a day didn't go by he didn't talk about the boy."
"Let me help, I have to help too! You must let me!" cried the man as he began moving. Prussia grabbed the man's cheek and began caressing his skin. At this Austria flinched and began moving his head at the cold touch.
"I tied you up cause I don't want you involved in any way. Please understand Specs," the man above sighed as he sat besides the brunette.
" . . . what if something bad happens? What if he hurts you again like he did before?" asked Austria as Prussia stuck a thumb into the man's hot mouth.
"Ahh, were you ready to have sex huh? Your mouth is so watery," he said as he bent over and began to kiss the man. The two began to kiss, wet sounds of their mouths echoed in the room. Prussia reached under Austria's white-like dress and tugged at the man's jeans underneath at the pale hipbone. Austria squirmed being touched in a sensitive to touch spot of his. Prussia liked at the man's lips as he pulled away.
"Trust that nothing bad will happen then," grinned the man as he caressed the man's hair. A tear ran down Austria's eye as he looked away flustered.
"B-but he raped you," he started, "he raped you before and he can do it again! I don't want that to happen! Y-you were so tired and scared! He sucked all the life out of you! I remember the day you were finally let out after the Berlin Wall was destroyed. You looked so sickly and ready to keel!" began to cry the man as he turned to the man.
"How can you ask me not to be afraid that could happen all over? !"
"Because if I don't believe in my own safety, at least you will," he smiled. Austria stared back wide eyed.
"Please don't put so much pressure on me like that," the man smiled back, "you know I don't do so good under pressure."
"Look, we've been together for a while, right? But not like officially. Well, I wanted to change all that today," he said nervously as he turned to a small white clock over on the wall opposite of them. It read 7:12 PM.
"What are you getting at?" asked Austria as his cheeks flushed pink.
"Well," the albino mumbled rubbing the back of his neck.
"What is it?" asked Austria again. Prussia bit his lip as he looked away from the man.
I can't tell him now, It's not romantic enough! I can't let a silly rescue mission pressure me to be hasty with him. I have to ask him later.
Prussia shook his head as he covered up the Austrian again with the sheets.
"Nah. Forget it," he smiled brightly. Some other more romantic time.
"Oh, okay then. Be careful, alright? He's an inventor of sorts nowadays," said Austria as he looked up at Prussia's face, "and if you get hurt, I'm breaking your neck."
"Gotcha," the albino smiled as he got up and fixed his coat.
"Um, Prussia," mumbled Austria nervously.
"Yeah?" asked Prussia looking down at the man.
"Do you love me?" the man asked bashfully as his face crept pink.
"You have no idea," Prussia answered laughingly. Austria's eyes widen, but then relaxed relieved a tthe sudden response.
"I do too. A lot," he mumbled shyly.
"So much so . . . " began Prussia.
" . . . I'd do anything for you," Austria finished. Prussia turned back, took in a deep breath and began to walk for the door. Austria stared at the man's stiff back. It relaxed as Prussia exhaled and turned past his shoulder to look back at the man as he grabbed at the latch of the door.
He grinned as he opened the door.
"Alright. I'll be back Austria," he grinned as he gave his cocky smile to reassure the brunette.
He closed the door shut. Austria closed his eyes as his arms still tied felt relieved as the tension in his shoulders relaxed.
"Stupid fool."
The Austrian's eyes shot open as he looked around.
"Wh-who's there? Show yourself!" called out Austria with a shaky voice.
"Hey Austria, let's play a little game," said a chirpy voice as a shadow appeared at the end of Austria's bed.
"You scream, while I hurt you, okay?" the voice laughed as a knife glinted.
A/N: Did you like the Nordics flashback?
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