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I STOLE HE LAPTOP FOR YOU. WHEN WILL I GET FOUND OUT BY MOTHER?? I AM HIDING UNDER MY BLANKET…
LOL AT WHAT A CRAPPY WRITER FIN IS. (*Was making him bad on purpose… yes, hurr....*)
He sighed as she moved around in her arms. She was heavy, and he was weak so he couldn't carry her too good… but he would still try, because he loved her!! And so, he continued walking through the grassy plane, even if it was getting dark, with his head held high, determined to get her to safety…
Fin put his pen down. Sometimes, writing things was so hard… especially when the story was supposed to be deep and include the turmoil's of love and what-not. He usually had a 'natural flair' for things like this, but today… was not a good day. Maybe he could get others to help?
…Except, it hurt his pride. A little. It was really bad, but at some things, he got really competitive. Like, when he was with Estonia, for example. When he was near that guy, he always felt like he needed to win… and writing was his element, so he THOUGHT he should be good at it. Not as good as England or France, but good, none-the-less.
"Watch'y' doin'?" A shadow fell over him and he paper and he jumped a little. Panicking, he struggled to gather everything in his arms and hide effectively.
"S-Su-san, don't jump on me like that!!" He exclaimed, clutching his work for dear life. Su-san craned his head over it to see.
"Watch'y' doin'?" He repeated with the same tone. Fin sighed, giving in as easily as he usually did, and held the paper up for him to see.
"I am writing a story, Su-san, about a girl and a boy in love and he is rescuing her. But…" He blushed. "I am not so good at making up endings…"
"… I ca' write."
Tino nearly choked, but hid it well.
It wasn't that he doubted Su-san, it was just that he thought he lacked… something that writers had (could it be emotion?) and it made him judge Su-sans writing skills before he had seen them. He didn't know, maybe Su-san was good? But then again, looking at the man… He didn't look too… bright. Or like he could write a story at all. Finland nearly slapped himself for his rudeness.
"R-really?" He stammered. Su-san made a face.
"… Y' don' believe me?"
"YES I DO!" Tino squeaked, waving his arms around. Was he that bad at lying…?
"Y' don' believe me. Well, fin'," Sweden picked up some paper and a pen from the pot, "We'll hav' a' competition."
"C-C-Competition?!"
"Y', we'll righ' about our selves, k'?" His expression was, yet again, unreadable as he clutched the paper.
And he left rather quickly. Finland was worried that he had hurt Su-san… but he really didn't know, that man was mysterious and hard to understand… shrugging, he turned back to his piece and shifted it too one side. It was time to write…
His competitive side took over.
He collapsed at the end of the most intensive hour he had ever had. He had written down everything about himself and Sweden he could, and was determined to win.
"Su-san! I wrote it!" He beamed, running into the lounge where Su-san quickly hid his paper as an indication for him to read his out loud first.
"I wrote this." He coughed.
"Me and Su-san are a couple, even if I am not a wife and he is not my husband as he likes to think. I love Su-san because he is gentle, caring, and he let me have a dog and a son, who is perverted but I do not mind. I love it when he wakes up in the morning, because his hair looks so cute, all messy like that, and I also loves it when he is dressed up nicely, because he looks hot.
I don't like it when he makes things, though, because the house gets messy, or when he obsesses over the position of furniture, as he often does. I also do not like it when he fights with Denmark, because he could get hurt! But, over all, it's the good and the bad things that make me love Su-san.
The end."
That took an hour. Now that he had read it out aloud, it really did not sound too good for and hour. Plus he had listed BAD THINGS about Su-san. He began to panic again. What if… Su-san was even more angry now! D-Damn it, his head was not working today!!
That silence again. Su-san didn't look too mad…
"Su-san, can I see yours now?" He said very quickly, signaling the piece of paper the man held. He showed it too him, shyly.
On one side, big, was the letter 'I'. On the other, was 'YOU'. In the middle of the two was a love heart, made entirely of the words 'LOVE'. He held it as if it was going to break as soon as Tino looked at it, and in short, the boy was stunned.
"……….. It was a writing contest, right?" He stammered. Su-san pointed to the heart.
"Tha's writing."
"… I hate you. You challenged me on purpose."
"I knew I was goin' t' win." The man said smugly. Tino tackled him, and he let go of the paper in shock, and it floated softly to the ground.
"You won. Your 'writing' makes me happy..."
"...It does?"
"Yes."
"Then I will righ' mor' often, then. Its a promise."
When Finland awoke in the morning, he felt the bed sheets make an odd sound as he shifted in them. Opening his eyes groggily, he suddenly found that the entire bed was covered with sheets of paper, with hearts written out of the word 'love'.
Su-san was nowhere to be seen. Probably working.
There was nothing else he could do.
He cried, hard, into the covers, into the hearts, with joy.
To everyone who seeked me out on DA, I love you!
RUN!! MOTHER IS COMING! IAM IN ENOUGH TROUBLE AS IT IS! XD
*Dashes*
HHF- I LOVE YOU GUYS AND I WIL LEVENUALLY HAVE YOUR CHILDREN-*SHOT*