DESU-YO.
Wait.
Waaaaaaait.
People actually… LIKE reading the A/N's?! As much as reading the stories!? FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF I LOVE YOU FOR LOVING THE CRAP I WRITE HERE. But clearly, nice people, you are on drugs. I am going to write some more crap now.
To the PERSON WHO WANTED MY CHILDREN: You better be male. :/
And hello, Welsh person, again! Heck yeah, Wales is beautiful!! Way more prettier than Cornwall! It ok, I will not roll Wales flat~ I love the hiiilllsssss~ OMFG YOUR LANGUAGE OWNS TOO.
…Yes. Anyhow, about my arm, yes, it is still bloody painful, but I am ignoring it. 8D I have too many things to do. I find, if I keep using my fingers, I can move them more, so typing is good!
Anyhow, enough talk. Here is another chapter. 8D
BECAUSE THAT'S ALL YOU WANT, ISN'T IT?!
This chapter has attempted angst. Warning.
Su-san had been disappearing a lot lately.
It had been snowing out, and the air was frosty and stiff. Both of the two avoided going out in it at all costs. However, just before the sun set, which was often hidden behind the almost black clouds in the sky, Su-san disappeared, and Tino was always distracted when he left. And when he came back, he was soaked through, icicles clinging to his think winter coat.
And whenever he asked where he went? The answer would always be the same.
"…Out."
It was obvious it was a secret.
Currently, he was out, doing whatever it was he was doing. It was dark out, too, so this left Finland to worry in the house, by himself. There was a million different things he could be doing. Buying presents, cheating on him, trying on outfits, cheating on him, enjoying the weather, cheating on him, fixing peoples lighting at their houses, cheating on him with someone else.
…
Was he cheating on him?
Finland suddenly had a mental image of Sweden walking through the door, clothes ruffled, hair messed up, tie loose, like what happened on the American sitcoms where men were cheating on their wives (except he was not a wife).
And it hurt to think that…
N-no, there was NO WAY Sweden was cheating on him. No way. At all. Just because he was sneaking out at night and returning late without explaining himself did not mean he was seeing someone else. He refused to believe it. Except for that feeling he had in his chest was telling him otherwise. But if he was cheating… which he might not be…. Then why was he doing it? Finland blushed to himself in the darkness a the fire light flickered across his face. They slept in the same bed, they kissed, they were in love. How could someone fall out of it so quickly.
Was he/she more pretty than he was? Did they kiss better, or were they more powerful? Were they more useful, or did they have a better personality? It could be any one of these. Any one at all. And it cut deep. Deeper than he wanted to admit. He thought they had 'something'. Tino had ran away with him, HIM, rather than staying there with that idiot, Denmark. On the first night, they had shared that spot TOGETHER, and in the days to come, they had formed 'SOMETHING' that became 'EVERYTHING' in a short period of time.
And it really was EVERYTHING. At nights, in bed, the cuddling and the warmth, and in the day, the fun in the sun outside in the long grass, and in between, the kisses which made him feel special. It made him feel like SOME-ONE.
Oh, and they had a son! What about him? How could Su-san do this when they had Peter here with them?! He felt tears gather up in his eyes when he thought about the times they spent together as a family, in the parks and any where else. And that cut in his heart became deeper and deeper until he felt as if he was dying.
It was horrible. For some reason, he could not muster up anger for Su-sans actions, none at all. He felt as if it was his fault that he was being cheated on, because he was not good enough partner to the man. Maybe, if he was a little let cared, and a little more passionate, Su-san would have stayed with him.
He suddenly became suffocated by everything around him, things that HE and Su-san had bought, TOGETHER.
And the door creaked open.
And Su-san was hugged roughly by Finland, who ignored the cold, wetness of his partners coat and let the snow mingle with his tears.
Finland didn't know love could die.
"I love you I love you I love you!" Finland cried, hugging his waist tighter. "Please don't leave me, you are everything, everything, and I need you, a-and I adore and admire you, so please, don't cheat on me! Please!!"
There was silence. Utter silence. And because of it, Finland sobbed harder. It was the truth, the truth.
And suddenly, Su-san dipped his head and kissed him, lightly, before grabbing his hand and leading the boy outside. The door slammed behind them, and as Su-san led his partner through the now, Finland pondered what was happening, with that dim feeling still in his chest. Su-sans face looked sad. He wondered why.
They walked out onto empty street, which where white with fresh snow and blotted out by the still falling flakes. Orange globes hung seemingly in mid-air, as the street-lamps tried to shed some light on the darkness. They wound round the few buildings there were, until they started to get nearer and nearer to the forests. Open ground. The grass was slippery, but before the trees covered everything in darkness, was a spot of earth, with something jutting out of it. Su-san produced a torch, and shined it on the spot.
"Go look." He said simply.
Finland looked up at him, and the man nodded again. He still looked sad.
So, Finland ducked down, and stared at the thing jutting out of the ground.
And flinched.
It was a grave.
A grave. Its head was a stone, with a cross carved into it, and around it was neatly heaped earth with smaller, smoother stones around it. A rough effort, but everything had been clearly gathered from the forest and put here.
"S-Su-san?!" Tino gasped, and shied away. Sweden knelt down beside him with that same sadness.
"S'was a fox." He murmured. "She died in th' snow. Too cold." He said simply. He then pointed to his side where there was a little burrow, concealed by snow, but still seeable. Finland stared at it.
"Left cubs 'n ther'." Su-san looked down. "They wer' t' young. I was feedin' them, but…" He looked back at the grave. Beside that single grave, Finland noticed, were two smaller ones, with no headstones, but there all the same.
And beside that, a little plastic bowl. Empty.
"… They froze."
There was a heavy silence, like the one in the house, but this time, Finland felt horrible. Absolutely horrible. He thought his partner was cheating on him, when all along, he had been… Finland stood up, Grabbed Su-sans hand, and pulled him up with him. When standing, yet again, they hugged, and this time, Sweden hugged back, just as hard.
"Su-san…"
"I'm no' gonna' cry, Fin, s'ok." The man said stiffly. "It was' my fault… I was t' late t' sav' them. They wer' so small…" The hug got tighter.
"It was not your fault. Things happen…" He trailed off. "Bad things and good things happen all the time in life." Su-san had told him that at the beginning of the year.
"Bad thins'…"
"I'll cry for you, ok?" Fin coughed. "I am sorry. Sorry I was so selfish, sorry I could ever think you were leaving me, and sorry for miss fox and her babies. You were great. Without you there, they would not have lived. I-I am sorry."
"N' I'm sorry f' not tellin' y'…I didn't want y' t' worry too…"
"I worried, because you were gone, I thought you did not love me anymore. B-but, you loved these foxes, right? You cared for them for a long time…"
The man turned away and said nothing.
"I… I lov'd them… an' I love you." His voice laced with pain.
"We'll visit, Su-san, right? We'll visit here, ok? A-And we will name them. That one can be 'Lamp', and that one can be 'Box'." He said quickly, pointing them out, trying to stop the tears as they still lingered there. Su-san was not going to question the names.
"… Ok. In th' spring, we'll visit. I promis'."
"So do I. I will love them too, like you did."
"… Thank you."
And slowly, the snow stopped falling from the sky, and the two stood hand in hand in sadness and helplessness as the darkness faded, and it started to become lighter in the clearing, signaling morning, and making the headstone with the cross shine.
The world was so cruel sometimes.
And in spring, Lamp, Box, and Miss Foxe's graves were surrounded with flowers in every direction, glistening with dew in the sun.
They remembered to visit.
Love never died, no matter what.
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW.
Oh Sweden, you pansy. We know you like small furry things, like Hanatamago. And Finland. LOL.
AND DON'T LET FINLAND PICK THE NAMES FOR THINGS.
Where the hell did this story line come from, you ask? Ah, its because in America, you have raccoons, right? They don't exist in England (LOL). Instead, we have foxes. A LOT of them. They run in roads, and come into gardens, and steal things, and stuff. And, I see a lot of dead foxes. People kill them (because they attack cats and dogs alike) and hurt them, and they get run over and things…
I really do see a lot of dead foxes. And it is sad, because I love foxes. I saw a cub the other day, on my street, alone. So sad…
SO THIS IS AN EMOTIONAL CHAPTER. FFFFF DON'T OVER REACT AT ALL, FINLAND, JEEZ. :/
BTW, I AM NOT GOOD AT WRITING SAD STUFF. I AM SORRY, KILL ME NOW.
Anyhow, instead of showering me with love this chapter, how about showing me with pictures of naked Su-san? 8D DON'T TELL FINLAND OH GOD PLEASE DON'T.
Loving you,
HHF~x
(PS: To the person who asked where I get my ideas from; I have an active imagination. 8D That is all.)
RIP Box, Lamp, and Miss Fox. xxx