FFFF Some of your comments DO make me laugh. 8D BTW, my arm got like this randomly. I woke up and it was like this.

Oh snap, its raining in England. Thunderstorms, like. I would like to think I caused this with my stereotyping. (Y) OMFG SOMEONE FROM WALES. Yo, neighbor! Your landscape rules. I wish we had your hills, as random as it sounds.

SO, HERE WE ARE AGAIN.

You wanted… harder stuff. D-damn it! *Blush* I will write harder stuff… but do not expect the EXTREME. This is a fluff series, guys. (RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE). I think this is.... hard fluff? XD

As a side note, because someone mentioned, I call Tino a 'boy' because I don't think yaoi with two 'men' sounds right, even if Finland is not a child. One always has to be the uke and look young, ne? SORRY FINLAND YOU NEED TO BE SMALL KTHNX.

Enjoy, my loves.~

"Papa," He felt a tug on his sleeve. "Mama is hurt, desu-yo…"

Su-san whirled around quickly and stared down at his son, who looked upset.

"Where?" The man said simply, casting his gaze over at his wife, who was cooking, but had turned around when he had heard the two talking. Peter raised his hand and pointed to the part on Tino's top where it dipped at his chest. And there, just about hidden, was a little plaster with puppy's on it.

"Tha'?" Su-san pointed to it. Sea-land nodded.

The two adults looked at each other sheepishly.

"Its, uh…" Finland rubbed the back of his neck. "W-where Hanatamago…bit me?"

"What?!" Peter gasped. "That's bad! I'll go tell him off, desu-yo!" He put on a face of bravery and stormed out the room, carrying thee tension with him. The two sighed.

That was close. Lucky their son was gullible.

Where their relationship stood, Finland had already established that Su-san was the more 'manlier' of the two. Yes, it definitely had something to do with height, he decided. That left him, of course, to be Peter's 'mama' and general not-dominant one of the pair. Which, he didn't mind too much…

But Su-san was rough with him sometimes.

"Su-san," He sighed. "We will have to be more careful, and not get carried away…"

"…. Ge' carr'ed away?" Su-san blinked, and then lost his 'shocked' face. "Y' get carr'ed away mor' tha' me, Fin."

Finland raised an eyebrow.

"You are the one who gets carried away more. You hurt, Su-san." His face was stern, but his voice was humorous.

"I never ge' carr'ed away." He huffed. "Y', on th' othe' hand…"

"Prove it." Tino grinned. "Prove everything you say."

Sweden stared for a little while, before grinning slightly to himself.

"I'll mak' y' eat y' words."

It was as if a wicked plot had formed in the Swede's mind, and suddenly, his eyes were glimmering with a foreign emotion that Fin couldn't comprehend. And the boy regretted what he had said earlier. He was quite sure he was in trouble, whatever it was.

Sweden closed the door slowly to the kitchen, and closed the curtains to the window whilst Finland leant against the kitchen counter. He shrugged off his jacket, leaving in his jeans and a clean, white shirt. Finland shivered. He was liking and dreading where this was going already.

One by one, the buttons came undone, very slowly, but Su-san kept his eyes on his wife, rather than on what he was doing. He undid the last one, and in one fluid movement, his shirt was tossed into the floor where it landed silently in a heap. The only sound on the air was there breathing, one smooth, and one erratic.

Finland was now tingling with excitement. D-damn it, he was not going to give in! he could stand there, and watch Su-san strip, and NOT get horny! He could! Except, Su-san looked so hot… Fin didn't know whether or not he was drooling or not, but his mind had certainly gone into standstill.

That body… was nice. Su-san had muscles in all the right places, and his skin was so smooth…

Oh god, oh god. Sweden was undoing the fly on his jean. Damn it damn it damn it, why was he doing it so slowly, like that?! Why couldn't he hurry up?!

"Y' lookin' a bit hot ther', Fin…" Sweden PURRED. Tino could not believe it. Su-san could PURR. This new revelation was killing him. He bit his tongue and refused to answer, but shifted his weight from foot to foot as blood jolted through him repeatedly. He wanted him to PURR more…

When Su-san had finished, his stretched lightly to feign exhaustion, and the muscles at his stomach rippled in unison-

Finland snapped.

He rushed Sweden and collided his mouth with his, hands clawing at the body before him hungrily as two arms wrapped around his frame. Their tongues danced in each others mouths, eagerly battling it out for dominance, before they both pulled away for air. However, Tino didn't have so much as a single breath before Sweden shoved him into the table and pinned his wrists down to it, and nipped at Finland's mouth for entrance again.

The sharp stinging at his lips told him to open them, and once again, they kissed roughly, this time, Tino squirming on the table underneath the weight of Su-san who was crushing his face and wrists and legs with his body. They broke apart again, panting, and Sweden heard Finland whine underneath him.

"D-don't stop, Su-san!!" He puffed. He wanted this so badly. Their bodies ground against each other, fitting like a jigsaw puzzle, and Finland felt on fire with the feeling of it. Sweden, out of breath, nodded sharply and was about to dip down to kiss him again, when light suddenly flooded the room and Sweden jumped back. Finland shot up quickly, and his head span.

Peter blinked at the two out of breath adults, and cradled Hanatamago in his arms.

"… I g-got him, desu-yo…" He whispered, holding the puppy up. The puppy had a flower hairclip in his ear and was wearing a tiny skirt. "… I dressed him up as punishment, desu-yo…"

The two adults stared in silence. Hopefully, Peter wouldn't notice that his Papa was not wearing a shirt and that his flies were undone. And suddenly, through the silence, Sea-land gasped.

"Mama is bleeding again, desu-yo!!" He pointed at Finland's face. "I-I'll go get a bandage, desu-yo!!" And he sped out of the room, the little dog bouncing in his arms. Finland wiped his mouth on his sleeve to reveal that yes, he was bleeding on his cheek, due to Su-sans nipping. He grinned in victory.

"You got carried away!" He sang.

"Y' got carr'ed awa' firs'!" Came the reply.

"Well then, don't be so sexy, Su-san." The words kind of slipped out of his mouth, and he quickly covered it when he realized what he said. Sweden snaked his arms around his waist, and kissed the place where he had bit too roughly.

"I'll try."

Peter watched the two from the crack in the door.

If Papa was the reason Mama was always bleeding, he was going to start a war with him.

FFFF THAT'S RIGHT, RUIN IT SEA-LAND. I LOVE YOU, DESU-YO.

Why is it I make Finland not very ukey? D: I want him to be the uke, dammit!! But mhmmm… Su-san is so sexy… I wish he was real even though he technically is. *Shot.*

Well, I hope this was a little rougher. I am a little rusty. I write hard-core yaoi for other fandoms, but not for here, so it was hard. I like things short and sweet. I'll probably write a harder one than this, in time, in time~

YOU BETTER HAVE LIKED IT, MY HAND IS KILLING ME.

SHOWER ME WITH LOVE IN THE FORM OF REVIEWS.

… PLEASE. 8D

Loving yooouuuuu~

HHF~x

(PS: Hanatamago is male… right? Everywhere I go, he is a different gender. Well, here, he is cross-dressing. You know you like it.)