WWWRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYY LOOK WHAT YOU DID- Oh crap, I spelled 'damn' wrong in the top of the last chapters authors note. :/ I am too lazy to fix that. 'Imagine' it says 'damn'. Anyhow.

YOU REQUESTED MOAR so I suppose this is now a series. :/ 'DAMN' (spelled right) YOU NICE REVIEWERS. 8D Yes, the sweetness of SuFin fluff is addictive. I cannot get out of it. Why don't people on this site write more SuFin?! WHY!?

TELL ME WHYYYYYY- *Is shot.*

Enough of the crappy A/N now. I hope you enjoy this one, too.

High above them, the clouds crashed in conflict.

And they, stuck below, were forced to feel the effects of said fight.

It was raining.

Finland was used to cold weather. He adored the snow sometimes, and every year his country was thick with it, and the forests and the mountains would all become one giant blanket of white. Reindeer would come bounding out of forests with cute winter-fuzz on their antlers, and he, Tino, would get to play Santa, which was the best part of all of it!

But rain was different. It wasn't the cold that got to him. It was the way it clung to you, smothered you, soaked you through to the bones. It was the way everything went dark and grey, and the wind prowled the streets, chasing things wildly and sending things flying; every now and then, he could have sworn he could hear its howl in the background. Yes, he hated weather like this a lot.

Strangely, Su-san didn't seem to mind it.

His hair was a darker shade now, plastered to his face in slick strands that occasionally got in his eyes and made him huff with annoyance. His dark blue coat was now nearly black, and his steps didn't falter whilst the water fell all around him. Tino, on the other hand, was stumbling, trying to avoid puddles, shivering, and trying to shelter under his hat. It wasn't working. Su-san quirked an eye brow at him when he wrapped his arms around the taller mans.

"I hate this, Sweden." He sneezed. "Rain is not fun."

"N' supposed t' b' fun." Sweden murmured. "Bu' we ar' nearly home now."

"Thank god." Tino sighed. "I can't stand to stay out here any longer."

"…. S't really tha' bad?"

"Oh, yes! Rain is horrible. There is no colour in rain, and you cannot see the stars or the moon or the sun or anything in the sky when its raining. Everyone hides, and the water drowns small animals, and in other countries, it drowns the people. Oh, and it destroys the saplings and it melts the snow, and makes everything seem duller- huh?!"

Suddenly, mid-speech, he nearly buckled as a heavy weight fell upon his head which made him arch his back and let go of Su-san. And he was enveloped in warmth. The rain stopped. He raised his hands in instinct to support the object so it didn't fall off, and found that his thoughts were indeed true. Su-sans coat was indeed over his head, surrounding his body in a cocoon, as heavy as it was. They kept walking.

"S-S-Su-san!" He squeaked, and peered out from underneath it. "W-what?!"

It was revealed that Su-san was wearing a quite simple grey vest top and dark blue trousers that began to get wet rather quickly. Tino gasped, flushed, and hid his face underneath the heavy coat once more.

"... Y' will get ill if y' stay ou' in it."

"Y-you can't give this to me, Su-san! You'll get a cold then!" Tino fussed, and made to pull it off his head and hand it back, but a hand on his crown stopped him from pulling it off.

"Doesn' matter t' much." Sweden mumbled in that lazy, causal drawl he usually did. "M' not takin' it back."

"Su-san, you are not wearing a lot!" He was aware that sounded wrong. "You are getting wet!" Sure enough, that thin-looking vest that was indeed thin was clinging to his skin quite well. Tino had to avert his gaze, because he felt like a pervert even if he was younger than Su-san when he stared too long.

"Fin," Su-san's head turned and those eyes fixed Tino on the spot. "I wan' y' to have it."

Tino was not going to argue, because he knew he was not going to win. He was so stubborn sometimes. The hand was removed, and he pulled the coat around himself and further over his head. It was so warm… the lining inside was beautiful. And it smelt of Su-san, who smelt oddly of new wood and pine. But he liked that. And he didn't like the weather… The rain suddenly became non-existent to him as he smiled and looked back up at Su-san and clutched at the fabric.

"…. Thank you, Su-san." He grinned, flushed, and walked closer to him.

His answer was a quiet 'Hn.'

"I love you." He linked his arm with Su-sans bare one, taking it from out underneath the coat, and felt his skin prickle with the coldness of it.

His reply was a pat on his head.

At home, where the fire raged, Tino gasped when he saw the ends of the coat. The were ruined. Where it had been so long in length, Tino had obviously dragged it on the wet, hard floor unconsciously, and now the ends were all torn and muddy.

"S-Su-san!" Tino wailed to the man, who was sitting by the fire in its light. "The ends of your coat are ruined! I am so sorry, I will get you a new one-"

"?" That was the Swedish equivalent of 'what?!' "… S'jus' a coat." He picked it up from his position, put it on his lap, and inspected the ends. He stared for a little while whilst Finland stood there, uncomfortably.

"… Jus' as I thought." He said after a little while.

"What?! What?! I am seriously sorry, Su-san, I didn't mean too, honestly-"

"Jus' as I thought." Su-san repeated, cutting him off. He looked over his glasses, up at Finland. "Its jus' a coat. I was helping' y' so y' wouldn't get wet."

Finland couldn't say anything, because he had already walked to the other end of the room, the darker end, to hide the furious blush on his face that threatened to make him look like a fool. And when he turned round, Su-san already had the sewing kit out, and was preparing to mend the ends with a neutral face. Finland couldn't bare it.

He ran up to Sweden, gave him a kiss on his cheek, and hid his face again.

"Thank you, Su-san!" He squeaked. "I-I will make us hot chocolate now!!" And Tino darted from the room.

Puzzled, left alone, and listening to the rain fall outside, he began to patch up the coat with that blushing face in his head, which in turn, made him flush, too. And embraced in the warmth of the fire, he awaited that hot-chocolate that his wife was so good at making.

And he sneezed.

FFFF CLICHÉ MUCH?? But, I have wanted to write this for ages. Seriously, Sweden's coat is long. It looks hot, though. 8D And oh, Su-san has got a cold?? I-I will make it better, w-with 'fan girl' power- *Is blown to pieces.*

… Ahem. Hell yeah, Su-san is awesome at sewing. No, seriously. It is in the manga.

I AM LIEKING THESE REVIEWS. ESPECIALLY THE ONES WHO WRITE IN CAPITALS AND SAY 'MOAR!!' (Its something I would do in a review.) I LOVE YOU GUYZ FOR THE SUPPORT. SRSLY. (No, I really do like the reveiws like that. :D)

… Why am I talking like this?! XDDD

You think you could review me again? 8D IF YOU REVIEW, I PROMISE I WILL HAVE ANOTHER ONE UP FOR TOMORROW. PROMISE. (Black mail always works.)

Love you guys, as always,

HFF~x

((PS: I love the rain. :/ Living in England, I don't really have a choice. Stereotype, plz. XD))