Note: I recommend reading "Hello, Goodbye", "Tales" , and "Collision", given that they're a kind of a prequel to this fic. It's not necessary by any means, though.

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Suppose I never ever saw you

Suppose we never ever called

Suppose I kept on singing love songs

Just to break my own fall

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Finland came to the conclusion that the gods did not like him. He didn't know exactly which set of gods had it in for him, (maybe the Norse ones where still peeved about being abandoned),
but someone, somewhere, did not want to make life easy for him.

First, it had been the dance lessons. True, Prussia had kept the 'awesomes' to a minimum, and the blonde man had only gotten groped 3 times, which was, disturbingly, a much lower number
than from when he had taught Prussia's brother, even if the poor man had tried his best to be subtle about it.

(Tino would never understand Germans, and wasn't sure if he wanted to.)

And even though it had been not completely unpleasant , the fact remained that spending the day with Germany's brother-cum-drinking buddy was very far-down on his to-do list, if it even made the list at all. Prussia was fortunate that Finland still couldn't say no to someone who needed his help.

Secondly, Denmark. Just that one word was enough to make Finland's stomach twist. It wasn't that he couldn't handle being around the man, he had invited him to escort him to the Nation's Ball, and he was no masochist. It was just the fact that he was making Finland think way too much about things he had never really spent much time thinking about. He had enjoyed fantasizing about Denmark, but once the prospect of a Finno-Danish romance became closer to reality than fiction, Finland's thought process turned from " What would I do if he..." to "What the hell am I going to do if he.."

Unfortunately for Finland, it had never occurred to him to think of what the hell he was going to do if he showed up soaking wet and grinning at his hotel door.

Finland still couldn't say no to someone who needed his help.

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Finland eyed the mess of a man before him. Denmark was sitting on the bed (his bed), wringing out his hair.

"That's what you get for wearing a hat that only covers one quarter of your head."
Denmark removed his hands for his head and looked up at Finland.
"What?"
Finland sighed. "Never mind." He sat down on the bed, giving Denmark an amused look. "So tell me, how exactly did you manage to get so soaked?"
Denmark grinned in a way Finland thought almost made him look proud. "Well, as you know, it's been downpouring for around...the whole day."
Finland nodded. "Mhm.."
"And as you also know, I drive a motorcycle."

Finland started. "No?!" He moved closer to Denmark.
"Number one, why do you own a motorcycle? Number two, why did you drive, on a motorcycle, from Copenhagen to Berlin? And Number three, when are you going to take me out on it?!"
"Because they're awesome, because I felt like it, and when it's not piss-pouring rain."
"Fair enough." Finland nodded, then giggled.
Denmark frowned. "What is it now?"
Finland waved his hand towards Denmark as if to say 'It's nothing', then took a breath.
"It's not about you, you just made me think of Sweden..he's so terrified of motorcycles, I believe he called them 'd'th m'chines' once."
Denmark let out a bark of laughter. "Don't surprise me. So when's he coming?"
The smaller man rolled his eyes. "He's not. He decided there's no point."

Denmark noted that judging by Tino's tone, he agreed with Sweden, then turned around and opened up the small black knapsack he had brought with him.
After he was done fishing through it, he pulled out a crinkled, worn piece of paper and handed it to the Finn.
Finland shot Denmark a confused look, then proceeded to read the text aloud.

"We glorify in the misery of others, silently preying on them, waiting for them to make that single mistake that will end their reign. When the fatal mistake is made we feed on their golden, glowing corpse, absorbing the very essence that made them shine and rise above the rest. Ripping their flesh with our greedy little claws, knowing that their downfall is giving us the power we so desperately crave. It's a never-ending cycle. A cycle I grow weary of. Do I dare take that risk, that final step that could hail me with powers I daren't not dream of. Shall I rise above the rest or fall to the hounding vultures that linger in the shadows?"

"What do you think of that?" Denmark queried.
Finland eyed the piece of paper, still thoroughly confused. "I think it's a rather nice piece of writing.."
Denmark nodded. "Iceland wrote it."
Finland raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh!....Oh...."
"Yeah. Teenage angst: Nation-style."
"Did we ever go through that?"
Denmark pondered the question. "Hmm..I don't think so. Did we ever have the time to? I sure as hell didn't."
Tino solemnly shook his head. "No..no, the world's so different now. You don't have to worry about some insane warlord gathering an army to invade you anymore. Things are more subtle."
Denmark mumbled an agreement then groaned, running a hand through his now-dryer hair. "I'm going to have to talk to him.."
"Are you sure that's a good idea? You should just let Norway handle it." Tino said, imagining all the ways the taller man could make it worse.
" Norway will handle it." Denmark responded, "But I still have to talk to him."
Finland looked up to Denmark, who continued.

"I know he doesn't feel the same way, but I've come to think of him as almost a son...since I never got the chance to settle down myself." He finished, neutrally staring ahead.

Finland said nothing, not willing to break the thoughtful silence that had come over the room.

"Well, I better get to my own room, eh? Wouldn't want to disturb your beauty sleep." The taller man winked, standing up and making for the door. "Oh, and one more thing. You better look fucking hot tomorrow night."

Finland gasped then rolled his eyes. "Well, since you asked so nicely..."

Denmark hated to admit it, but the blush that had found its way onto Tino's cheeks made him a very, very happy man.

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A/N:

I don't even know about this tbh.
Writing multi-chaptered fics is just colossally hard, especially considering my writing style is wayway more suited to oneshots.
It's barely 1500 words and I already feel like it's fullfull of plotholes.
When I posted "Made of Snow" on /~hetalia, someone said they loved the first part but that the ending was completely random and not understandable at all. It really shook me, and I'm beginning to
worry that other people find my writing hard to understand as well. Idk.
Dramadrama in the next one!

Enough emo!writer!

On the writing schedule~:
Fic examining Norway and Denmark's, Austria and Hungary's, and Sweden and Finland's relationships (or lack thereof). Because since I regularly screw those pairings over, I should probably explain why.
Belgium and Greece. Yes, you read that right.:)