Title: Moshata
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): vaguely Sweden/Finland
Word Count: 256
Warning/s: None, really. Human names used.
Summary: Sweden accompanies Finland to a metal show.
A/N: Because in my mind, Finland is a badass metal fan. "Moshata" is the Finnish word for headbanging/moshing.
Disclaimer: I have no claim to Hetalia and its characters.
Tino's a whole different person at a metal concert, Berwald thinks.
The hall is dim, occasionally lit with flashes from the spotlights and the music is heavy and pounding in his ears. Berwald glances around briefly and realizes that he's lost sight of Tino.
His eyes sweep over the crowd and he spots the other man diving into the mosh pit. There's none of his endearing hesitance- he's fearless as he jumps into a mass of larger bodies. There's no self consciousness- his hair is sweaty and tangled, and he's all in black, proudly wearing a ripped shirt with FUCK printed all over it. There's nothing clumsy about him as he shouts and thrashes with the rest of the metalheads.
Berwald quickly follows after him. He doesn't have much a choice, never has really. Besides, someone needs to watch out for him. Who knows what could happen to the smaller man?
At the end of the show, Berwald's head is ringing from the noise. He has a cut on his lip from someone's overenthusiastic arm. The mere thought of what the bruises on his torso will look like make him cringe. He's missing his glasses and squinting into the dark, because at one point, Tino accidentally knocked them off his head. He's tired and sore and has a meeting to attend early tomorrow.
But as he watches Tino's ecstatic face and sparkling eyes (and there's not a mark on him) as he chatters on about how great the show was, Berwald thinks it's all worth it.