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Sometimes I like to watch people.

In the far edge in the middle of the park, there was a bench and a small girl was sitting on it. That girl was sitting patiently and quietly on the bench. She had no intentions being at the park. The girl quietly sits on the dry, wooden bench, next to another bench and a tall, leafless tree. People tend to walk by and rush away to their desired destinations while the girl sits still in no motion watching them. She watches many people. Tall people, short people, thin people and even thick people. She doesn’t really care because all she knows is watching people makes her happy.

The day goes by quick, and the park empties out completely. There was no one to watch; no one to look at. At night, the air is very sleet. The coldness wraps around the girl like a blanket and forces her to leave. Still, the girl continues to sit on the cold, dry wooden bench and watch the stars. But this was not pleasing her. This was not pleasing her because those stars were not people.

Exactly at 9:45PM, she gets up from her spot and quietly walks home. Each step she walks makes a quiet skipping sound. Shht. Shht. Shht. The sound echoes throughout the streets she walks on. The night was silent. Nobody could be seen or heard. Nobody.

Exactly at 10:00PM she arrives home. She enters her home and retires for the day.

The next morning, the girl wakes up exactly at 6:05AM. She ready’s herself for another day at the park. She’s always the first person to be there. Always. She sits in the same spot she sat in the day before, and looks out into the park; enjoying its fine scenery. The morning passes, and the afternoon is where most of the people walk through the park. She recognizes most of these people’s faces; the man in the business suit with blonde hair that reaches his ears. She remembers him. He comes every day at exactly 11:35AM to take a shortcut to his work. She also recognizes the lady that brings her kids to the park every other day, or that man selling hot dogs. There are many people she recognizes.

But her eyes catch a boy who she doesn’t recognize at all.

Sometimes I find myself attracted to a person.

That young man had light blonde hair that reached his ears. It was loose and looked like it was made out of silk. They were reflecting the sun’s rays. His face was shimmering with a small glow in the light. His skin was pale. His eyes were wandering the beauty of the park. He wore a light blue cotton t-shirt and khaki colored capris with army pockets and lining. He’d seem like a regular young man in the park on a Saturday morning; but no, the girl knew he wasn’t. Forget all the other people walking down the narrow passageway to the other side of the park. Forget the screams and laughter of small children playing the wet grass.  Forget the smell of barbeques and rusted tire hinges on the side of a car. She felt herself attracted to one person, and that was him.

He continues to walk through the crowd and end up on the other side of the park. The girl was too shy to move. She followed him with her eyes instead. She stood still and carefully watched the young man walk into a store. That motivated her to get up and follow him.

To see exactly what he does.

Sometimes, I will keep watching them.

The next morning at exactly 6:05AM, the girl quickly got up and dressed herself for another day at the park. She wonders to herself if he is going to be there too; in the same spot, at the same time. Oh she’ll be waiting.
Her predictions were right; he was there at the same spot, just arriving seven minutes later than exact. He wore a different darker shade of blue cotton t-shirt, but still wore the same khaki colored capris with the army pockets and lining. She thought they looked better than yesterday.

She quietly sits on the bench, admiring the young man when he suddenly notices her glancing at him from afar. She catches her actions and turns a rosy pink. The girl still stays put and buries her hands in her skirt pockets and hides her nose and mouth in her scarf. He steadily makes his way over to her and happily greets her with a smile.

“Hello,” he jovially welcomes. “I’ve noticed your eyes have been gazing in my direction,” He gave a warm smile and sat next to the girl. She was very embarrassed that the one she seemed attracted to catch her admiring him from afar. “It’s okay if you seem embarrassed. I feel like that all the time.”

She looked up at him. “You do?”

“Of course! Trust me; I’ll be the clumsiest person you know.” It’s noon already. She’s been intently looking at him for over fifteen minutes. It’s now 12:01PM now. “By the way, I’m Tino.” He was looking for a response of her name but she instead took out a small notepad and a ballpoint pen and wrote it down. She held it up for him to see. “Ah. Hello to you there.” He shook her hand and helped her get up. “I hope we can soon meet each other again.”

“As do I.” She sweetly replied. With that, he left the park at exactly 12:08PM.

Sometimes, I will follow them to the bus stop…

April 19, 2003
12:47PM; Central Bus Station

It’s raining.  The people I watch all have umbrellas, just like I do. Except mine isn’t decorated with patterns or light colored pastels. It was black; black as a raven’s soul. But it doesn’t matter, because his bus stop comes exactly at 12:50PM. Ah, there it is. Right on time.

The girl closed her journal and locked it away in her small, brown messenger bag. She sits on the cold, wet bench while holding the black umbrella above her head. She watches Tino get off the bus and into the sidewalk. He’s wearing a black coat to match his dark blue jeans. He’s so cute while he waits. He walks into the station at 12:54PM.
She takes out her Polaroid camera and takes a picture of him. The film comes out and she dries it quickly. She still waits there, watching him meet up with important people and give hugs and kisses with relatives of his. Though jealously builds up inside her, she still remains cool and watches him from afar.
He then leaves the station with his family at 1:03PM. She quietly gets up from her spot, and continues her journey stalking the poor young man.

…to the grocery store…

April 30, 2003
3:26PM; Local Manhattan Farmer’s Market

The sound of a tacky grocery store’s tune played. It filled the place with joy while also covering up the sounds of the girl’s footsteps following Tino. She turns the corner, and spots him in the international food selections. He grabs two bags of Finnish pulla and a pound American ground coffee. He sets them into the basket he’s holding and whistles while making his way into the checkout line. She quickly follows him from behind.

She takes out her journal and writes the following:

“I wonder exactly he’s going to do with two bags of Finnish Pulla; especially with a pound of ground coffee. Is it a tradition of his? I also wonder if he’s Finnish. His name does sound exotic. There are some small details I desire to learn about within him. What is his favorite color? Any hobbies he does? When does he plan to go to school again? Does he have a girlfriend, or perhaps a significant other?

Why is he buying those things…?”

She puts away the ballpoint pen and tucks the journal away in the same, small brown messenger bag. She takes out the exact same camera she had before and snaps a picture of him. The film comes out slowly and she dries it out. By the time she put it away, Tino was done paying for his items and walked right out of the store exactly at 3:39PM. It’s almost time for afternoon Tea at Buckingham palace with the Queen. And also time for another person to be watched.

…to their job…

May 12, 2003
8:08AM; Manhattan Children’s Hospital

“And here is your medicine, Peter.” Tino bent down to the height of Peter and gently handed him a small prescription container filled with mini tablets meant for children. “Take one every day before you go to school in the morning. Okay, kiddo?”

“Got it Mr. Tino!” Peter giggled and Tino stood up to stretch. Peter and his father thanked Tino and left the Hospital. It appears Tino has a part time job as a children’s psychiatrist. He walked down the hall into a room. The girl followed him into his office, only peeking outside of his office. Luckily, there were seats next to her. She grabbed a pamphlet and pretended to read.

While she wasn’t noticing, a doctor walked into his office. “Mr. Väinämöinen,” he addressed.

“Yes, Dr. Jones?” Tino softly replied.

“A patient is having an operation in a few hours. This particular patient though, has the blood type of O- and you’re the only one in this building who has the most compatible blood type to anybody. Would you be willing to donate blood for this patient?” Dr. Jones asked. Tino gave a worried look and gave out a sigh.

“Okay, I’ll be willing. Just how much does the patient need?”

“We’re not certain. We averaged it out to about two pints. We do not know if we need one or two, though. This is a risky task, Tino. Are you certain you can handle this?”

“I am certain. I’ll do it.” Tino followed Dr. Jones out of his office. The girl quickly followed closely behind. They went into the blood testing room and Dr. Jones called in for a professional to draw out the two pints of blood. The man first told Tino to relax his arm while they numb the circulation of his veins. He then puts rubbing alcohols on the inside of his right elbow and punctuates the desired spot. She could see the horror on his face while the man draws his blood. Two pints is a lot.

Once the blood was drawn, they were separated into two pouches, both going to the surgeons. Apparently, they only needed a pint of blood and Dr. Jones asked Tino if he wanted to put back the pint of blood into his system again. Tino rejected the offer, only because he’s afraid of sharp objects piercing into his skin. She snuck into the operating room and took the other pouch of O- blood. She quickly hid it inside her bag and went to check on Tino. He was quietly resting his head on the table. What a sweet sight that was to her.

She sat in the chair inside his office and took out her journal, jotting down the following:

“Previously watching him from his job, he got a haircut exactly twenty minutes before he came to work at 7:50AM. He told the barber just to cut a trim of his hair. While paying attention to watching the barber cut his hair, he accidentally cut of a lock and it landed right next to Tino's left foot. Neither of them noticed the lock falling on the ground. Once he was done with his haircut, the barber didn't care to pick up his remaining hair so I went inside the barber's shop and quickly picked it up myself. I held it in my hands until I was capable of getting a zip-lock bag to put it in.

I then followed him to his part time job as a Children’s psychiatrist. Oh! I’ve also learned he has a rare blood type of O-. One of the patients of the hospital he works at also has the same blood type as him, so he needed to donate some of his blood. They donated too much, so now I now have a pouch of his blood. It's still warm. How... delightful.”

She takes the camera out and snaps another photo. Waits for the film, dries it out. She puts it away and looked up at Tino. He’s still resting. She stood up from the chair and caressed his back. Something on his desk made her intrigued. It was his address. She quietly picked it up and left his office. She left the Hospital unnoticed afterwards.

…to their house…

May 23, 2003
11:06PM; Manhattan Island Suburban Neighborhoods

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. The noise she makes while taking steps woke up the guard dog of the neighborhood. She quietly ignored the barking pest and continued her search for his house. She went through the hidden woods behind another neighborhood and reached some houses that have similar numbers close to his. 1634, 1635, 1636…

1637. House 1637, on Manhattan Island Suburban Neighborhoods. This is his house.

It’s nice he only has a one story house, or it would be a pain getting to his room if he lived on a two story house. She crept around the building and found what seemed to look like his bedroom. 12:45 AM, and lurking around his house. Wouldn’t you call that… stalking?

Of course not.

She looked into the windows of his room. The room was dark blue and you could barely make out what was in it since it was dark. But you can see parts of his desk and a small full bed. Laying in it was Tino. His face seemed so peaceful. His arms were tucked under the pillow while his head rests between the edge of his white blanket and his mattress. How adorable. She squats between a rose bush and the wall of his house. She could stay in this position forever. A few minutes and then a few hours went by. Tino shifted in his bed, and tried to reach for something on his nightstand. In a second, the lights went on and he risen up from his bed.

The girl ducked down from the window sill. She took a quick glance into his room. He began to strip himself of his sleepwear until he hit underwear. Her face starts to warm up. Then they start to redden. She holds her cheeks from blushing anymore. He looks around his messy room for a shirt. Her eyes wander back and forth, following his movement. She takes out her journal once again.

“I’ve seen what he buys. I’ve seen where he works. I’ve seen where he sleeps. I know when he goes to the bus stop. I’ve recorded the time. I’ve got the evidence. No more wasting precious minutes. It’s time.”

She takes out her camera and takes one last snapshot of him. Waits for the film and dries it out. She puts the photo into the folder labeled, Tino Väinämöinen. She puts it back into her brown messenger bag. It’s now 6:18AM, and today will be the day it will happen.

…Wherever they are going…

It was the morning of May 24th, 2003. The sun was shining bright, and the people were happy as usual. She sat there at the same exact bench. Watching different kinds of people go in and out of the park. She sees Tino in the far left corner of the park. She keeps a watchful eye on him. By the end of the day, she’ll get what she wants. He turns around. He sees her. He’s coming towards her. The girl stays calm on the outside; pretending not to see him. Of course, she can’t look away.

“It’s you!” Tino cheerfully greeted. “I see you’re here in the same spot we met. What goes on?” He smiles and with glee. She replies like any normal person; explaining how her day was nice and how the weather was too. “Hey, would you like to go and roam around the city for a while?”

She stares at him for a blank second. Her feelings couldn’t say no. “Sure,” she lightly replied.

He grins from ear to ear and takes her hand. “Where do you want to go?”

It’s not time. Not yet. Let this last until midnight. Then she’ll do it.

Sometimes I take them home with me…

“You have a very beautiful house.” Tino stepped into her elegant looking parlor.

“Thank you…” Her soft voice was very charming. Tino had taken her out all day in the heart of New York City. He took her everywhere; from Manhattan to Brooklyn to Queens to Bronx. Both of them had a great time. It was like she enjoyed it too much.

What is this emotion she’s feeling?

Is it love?

And sometimes… just sometimes…

11:55PM. It’s almost time. At midnight, she’ll do what she has to do. “Tino…? Would you like some coffee?”

“Sure! That would be nice!” He took off his jacket and sat down on the parlor chair. She stealthily walks into the kitchen and slowly grabs a mug. Time passes as she makes the coffee. She really likes Tino. He’s in her house. It’s also very clear that Tino likes her too. But it’s not her intention to do this. It’s not her choice. It’s her duty to do it.

She walks back into her parlor. “Here you go Tino…” She hands him the hot mug of coffee. “Oh dear, it looks like I forgot the sugar…”

“Oh that’s okay! Take your time getting it!” Tino sips the coffee mug and enjoys sweet bliss. Though she wasn’t getting the sugar, oh no. “You know… I think I really like you…” Tino says as soon as he hears the door swing open again.

“Is that so?”

“Of course! You’re a very sweet spirit. I like you.”

“Tino… could you do me a favor?”

“Sure! Of course… what is it?”

“To say goodbye.”

“Goodbye. Wait, why-” It was too late for poor Tino to finish his sentence. The clock struck midnight. The girl gripped the kitchen knife from her hand and sunk it into his back. His blood spread all around his shirt and leaked onto the red parlor chair. He was paralyzed.

“It’ll all be over… I promise… once you’re out, we’ll be together forever. You’ll never have to leave me.”

…I let them live.
It may be a reader insert. It may be just a random Hetalia girl character. IDK but yeah. It was originally a reader insert but I kinda want the girl to be a mystery.

I was highly inspired by CutiePieMarzia's video:[link] And she was inspired by this: [link]

This took a month to plan out and write. Ugh. Yup. Hope you enjoy it! Though it's not really my best work. I'm trying to improve! I kinda got lazy at the end. :iconcraiplz:

Writing (c) Me
The girl (which is you) (c) :iconsexyfinlandplz:
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I flopped the ending and my flow is a little off. Also i couldn't find a suitable cover but i did find an awesome pick by ~Hiilda . alright i got no new ideas so somebody please give me somethin and tell me if u can think of a better ending to this poem. Hope everyone enjoys :D.
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I like you.

I can't be more pleased when you look at us, and tell us that in each of us,
in our veins that we want to cut open,
in our bones that we have broken,
in the wounds that we have mended,
and that in our feet that are two sizes too big,
that we all have a little bit of stardust in us.

It reminds me, that I can in fact love someone for who they are, all their words, and all of ones grins and laughs, and French.

How you always say, there is a little bit of worm in you, and look at that in your brain, what used to be a fly is floating in there. You say that with enthusiasm, like there was something good in that.

In all of us.

And you always talk about your children in that reminiscing way, like they have died.

I hope you find what you are looking for in this place, because I believe you deserve it.

You are everything I would like in a friend, and I don’t understand why she would do that to you.

But then again, it’s nice to break a perfect person’s heart, ain't it?


When I first saw you I liked you. All chubby and fresh faced, you remembered my name first and you tell me, you smile a lot, I like that.

I think I stopped smiling after that.
I don’t want to be the one who smiles so much and cries inside. I was excited at all that could be.
Possibilities, boys, and happiness, if I dare say.

You say all these things and I don’t understand, I don’t, I don’t but you just would tell me.

All these things you claim you do, you talk and talk, but fuck.

You certainly don’t speak.

It’s hard to love you because honestly, you took away one of the few things I ever loved about myself, even if it wasn't lovable enough for everyone else.


Your lame jokes and your short skirts get me thinking about you.

You talk in math equations and graphs and I don’t mind it.

Your constant eye on me makes me feel safe. It makes me feel like maybe I can talk in algebra one day. What is algebra anyway? Bunch of letters assigned to number that mix the un-mixable. Mix the hated with the loved, mix the bitter and the sweet.

You say the most outrages things and even if I was born to alphabet speaking parents, I can’t help but adore your equations.
I wish I could use mathematical equations to solve you and figure you out, fill in the spaces with those exhausting alphabets.


I am pleased with this, A very honest piece about the three new people in my life right now. My teachers.
I have started college, and well, this is about my teachers, the three of them and all their ways. The first one teaches biology, second English, and third, some weird math subject. I love the first one, and even writing about him almost brought me to tears. And I love him as a teacher. nothing else.
:O_o::jarkinajar: haha
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I wish there was a reason to stay,
And to explain the many reasons for my ways.
I wish it was possible to ask for forgiveness,
Without the fear of putting you in sadness.

I wish the fairy tales in my head were real,
So that your true feelings would be revealed.
I wish if I were to walk away,
You would pull me right back in a sway.

Still these thoughts are not meant to be told,
For the pain I bare is to be sealed.
If my existence cause you misery,
Then I’ll leave in merry.

I only wanted to see you smile,
And hope that you would stay a while.
I had only hoped that you would love me too,
So I would not feel like a fool.

Still my existence cause you misery,
So I’m leaving in a hurry.
There is no reason to explain,
No reason to explain…..

I fear you won’t understand,
I fear of being rejected for who I am.
It’s ok for me to feel this way.
It’s ok to walk away
It’s ok to give you no reason to stay.

I only wanted you to be happy.

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tiny orange kitten
smells of autumn splendor, sweet
Jack o'lantern secrets.
Because the kitten's name is Jack. Captain Jack, actually. Captain Jack Harkness. :iconjackharknessplz: I love him to bits. :meow: And he's even Halloween-colored. :pumpkin:
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This is a fact im going to have to face..
the things ive done.. the things i want to do..
..ive fallen from His amazing grace..
Ive cracked the pavement of this cold hard ground
i never thought rock bottom was as cruel as it sounds
they say once youve hit my low, theres only one way to go
in reality.. gravity just weighs heavier on your God forgotten soul
youre nothing but a paralyzed shell of what you once were
and even worse, youre cursed to forever stare up at the birds.
This pavement cracks more and more everyday,
im waiting til the day it finally breaks under all of this dead weight
cuz maybe if i fell, and descended into hell
i could ask for a better life in exchange for my soul to sell..
Some say its not cheap..
that the price is too steep..
But i will give ANYTHING to be something
...and if im lucky
the devil will take my soul to burn
and ill live my next life flying as a bird.
Been working on this since Wednesday night tried to make it not seem forced :o
Anyways i was pretty depressed Wednesday night, you now those nights where you just think.. like i was just useless and frozen and that nothing i did was gunna matter. But im over it, those feelings happen. Oh and no i did not do the preview artwork i just typed some words into bing images :D
Anyway my peeps enjoy :iconroseplz:

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Old Dog waits,
Her head on her paws,
The teeth are long gone,
From her gummy old jaws.

Her legs don't quite work,
She can no longer play,
She'd go fetch the ball,
She liked it that way.

When the car rolls up
She rolls to her feet,
She limps to her owner,
Her tongue set to greet.

She'd love to jump up
And lick his old face,
But he walks down the pathway
And Old Dog can't keep pace.

He's brought something home,
Something loud and quick,
Something furry and yappy,
And it's chasing a stick.

Old Dog runs after,
To fetch the small twig,
But she falls on her rump,
In a sideways jig.

She's tired and stiff,
Her legs are quite sore,
The owner gives her a pat,
But she still wants more.

Old Dog gets up,
She's back on her feet,
Up to her owner,
Walking in a ragged beat.

He picks her up
She's sat in the car,
She's been here before,
But the memory seems far.

He ties up the puppy,
Such a yappy young chap,
Then he gets in the car
And gives Old Dog a pat.

They drive for a while,
Old Dog and friend,
Down an old road,
Right to the end.

He turns to Old Dog,
An old grin on his face,
He lifts her out of the car,
And puts her back in her place.

Old Dog is beside him,
She's happy again,
She's in her position,
Beside her best friend.

With great adoration
She looks at his grace,
As he walks up the path,
With a slow steady pace.

A new man is here,
He puts his hands round her waist,
She's lifted high upwards,
And set in a space.

She lies on the table,
She happy, content,
But she's tired as well,
From the distance she went.

Her owner is crying,
Of that she is sure,
And she doesn't like it,
Doesn't want any more.

She gets up again,
And licks his old face,
And he grins at her lightly,
And her heart gains a pace.

He's sad but he's happy,
This gentle old grace,
As he looks at Old Dog,
With her own special place.

He gives her a pat,
And a timid "Good girl."
As she rests her old head,
Shuts her eyes to the world.

Now something quite prickly,
Her head feels quite thick,
She lays down her head,
And learns a new trick.
Sorry if it's a little hard to understand, but the new trick Old Dog learns is to Play Dead.

I own an old dog, Katie's her name, she's got something wrong with her spinal chord and her back legs don't work. She can't walk properly and gets tired so quickly. We've gotten two new puppies since Brock died, to keep her company, but she just can't keep up. But she tries, she does her best, she'll be gone soon, we'll have to put her to rest.

At least she's better than she used to be, she used to be in pain. But now she's just a timid old dog that can't play as much as she used to. Just lies down and wags her tail for a scratch on the belly.
I'll be sad to see her go, but I'll take consolation that her spirit is always going to be walking beside me, she'll be able to walk again, I know that'll make her happy.
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Winning? Losing?
Just playing the game.
:iconsixwordstories: Word Prompt: (Game)

I apologize to my watchers who are expecting to see story updates. Hopefully, these'll help me work on stories.
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Disclaimor: I do not own Hetalia! I own nothing!

Summary: The Nordics go on a little trip and Sweden and Finland end up stuck in a cabin! What will they do until they get out? WILL they get out?! What is Denmark up to?! Read 'n find out! ♡ SuFin ♡

Finland sighed and smiled as he looked upon the majestic scenery. A beautiful, snowy place with blooming cherry blossom trees and delicate snow falling from the sky. 
He didn't even care that his backside was frozen from how long he, and the other Nordics, had been walking in the cold. 
Denmark had planned some ★awesome★ trip to some kind of lodge. He was very excited, saying they could all share rooms! Denmark with Norway, Sweden with Finland, and Iceland, they would sort out later. Of course that comment just got Denmark a punch in the arm from Norway, who said Iceland would stay in their room or Denmark could sleep alone.
Denmark reluctantly agreed.

Sweden looked at 'his wife' and kept his normal scowling expression on his face. It was cold. But having Finland walk with him, with that cute smile on his face, was enough to make him forget all about the cold. 
He looked at the other Nordics. Denmark was laughing about something and Norway was just staring at him with an annoyed look on his face, Iceland was rolling his eyes, and of course Finland was looking around at the sights and turning his head to all the sounds. 
He really was cute.

After a while of walking, Denmark stopped them and grinned. "We're heeere!~" Denmark waved his arm, in a presentation-like manner, and revealed to the others the two large cabins. They looked the same, except one was a little smaller and cozier looking. Finland smiled and held his hands infront of his chest. Sweden nearly had a nosebleed from the pure-hearted Finnish man, but of course he didn't.

"Hehee!~ Isn' it great!?"
"It's too cold." 
"Once we get inside it'll be warmer!!"
"'s n'ce."
"See!! Sve agrees!!"
"Whatever, idiot."
"Quit actin' like you don't like it!!!"
"Guys, can we please not fight?" ミ
"Okay Finny... But I still think lil' Iceland's just being a sourpuss."

Iceland rolled his eyes and stalked through the snow, just wanting to get inside. Norway followed close behind, then Denmark, who was shouting "Norge! Wait up!"
Soon it was only Sweden and Finland standing in the snow, alone.

Finland glanced up at Sweden, feeling abit anxious. Sweden looked down at Finland, trying to seem as un-threatening as possible. But of course, even that made Finland shake with fear. Suddenly they heard someone calling out from the distance. "Finny! Sve! Don't get too naughty now! Keheheh-- YOW!!! What was that for Norge?!?" Finland and Sweden assumed that must have been Denmark, who got punched in the arm or injured by Norway in some way. 
Finland blinked obliviously and Sweden put a hand over his face trying to hide the faintest, most unnoticable blush that ever existed on the planet. 
Finland looked back at Sweden and blinked again when he saw his hand over his face. "Um, Su-San?" Sweden removed his hand and a scary, unintentional, glare was on his face. Finland screamed and crouched down in fear. When Sweden realized this, he mentally face palmed. Why did he scare the person he loved the most? 

After a while Finland stopped crouching in fear and pointed at the smaller cabin with a shakey finger. "U-Um, I guess that one's.. ours then?" Finland smiled nervously with his eyes closed and Sweden sighed and nodded. "Mhm.." Finland started walking, stumbling a little in the snow. Every few steps he would fall and faceplant into the freezing snow, whimpering each time he did so. Sweden watched for a while before walking up behind Finland and picking him up, bridal style, and walking to the cabin.
Finland blushed and stuttered. "S- Su-San! You don't need to carry me I'm fine!" Sweden just grunted in disagreement. Finland was never one to argue, especially with Sweden.

Sweden opened the door to the cabin, the room was so warm and friendly looking! There was a large queen sized bed with white sheets and a velvet red blanket. There was only one window, across from the bed. And a nice fireplace in the back of the room. It was all so cozy! Finland smiled, and forgot he was in Sweden's arms still. Sweden looked at Finland and felt the corner of his mouth curve into a small smile. Suddenly Finland spoke up, and Sweden's smile quickly vanished. 
"Hey, Su-San?" 
"You can put me down now.." 

Sweden looked at Finland and saw he was smiling nervously. Sweden cleared his throat and set the smaller country down. Finland smiled, "Thankyou." Finland walked around and sat down on the bed. "Such a soft bed!" Finland giggled softly as he bounced in place on the bed. Sweden watched, then noticed Finland had stopped. "'m?" Finland looked a little nervous then he smiled shyly at Sweden, 
"Uh, I think we have a problem.. There's only one bed. Eheh.." 
"W-Well, we can't just sleep together. Can we?" 
"D'nt see why n't."
"W-Well, I guess since we're both guys.. I guess we could."

Sweden inwardly smiled as he thought of Finland sleeping close to his chest, his warm body pressed up against his body. "Su-San?" Sweden stopped having these thoughts and blinked. "Are you alright? Your glasses are fogging up." Sweden noticed his glasses were foggy, probably from where his thoughts were heading. He took them off and wiped them on his shirt. Suddenly he heard a yawn. He put his glasses back on and looked at Finland, who looked like he was getting tired. "Boy, it's getting late so soon.." Sweden looked outside and saw Finland was right, the sun was already going down and the purple glow of the sunset was shining on the snow. 

Finland rubbed his eyes and reached into his bag. He then pulled out his bright, light blue pajamas and looked around. "Where's the bathroom?" Sweden pointed to the back of the room where there was a plain wooden door. Finland smiled and walked into the bathroom to get into his pajamas.
Sweden sighed, kinda hoping Finland would have changed with him in the room. It's not like he was a pervert. He just didn't like the thought of Finland being too scared to be close to him. He wanted to protect him. Sweden sighed again and started taking off his clothes, he then put on his pajama bottoms and the creak of a door. "'m?" He turned his head and thought he saw the bathroom door move or something. He blinked and shrugged it off.

Finland stood in the bathroom, wearing his pajamas. His face looked flushed. He had opened the door just moments ago, and what he saw made his face turn bright red. Sweden, shirtless, with his carefully toned abs and his smooth, pale skin. Finland blushed just thinking about it. Su-San was handsome, and he really was kind. Sometimes Finland's heart would pound fast when he saw Sweden showing his kind side or doing something that made him feel... No, no. He couldn't have such feelings for Su-San, they were both men. And it wasn't right.. Was it?
Finland shook his head, going into his denial state, and took a deep breathe. He then opened the door again. Now Sweden was wearing a navy blue tank top, matching perfectly with his navy blue sweatpants. Finland blushed lightly and sat on the bed, turned away from Sweden. Hoping he didn't see him blushing.

Sweden blinked as he stared at Finland, he was acting strange. But he did look cute, sitting on the edge of the bed with his cute pj's on. Sweden looked outside and saw it was dark out now. He walked over to the bed and lied down on it, pulling the velvet blanket up to his stomach. He then took off his glasses and set them on the side table by the bed. Finland looked back at him, his blush now gone, and he smiled nervously. "Time for bed I guess.."
He layed down on the bed as well, keeping a noticable distance between the two. Sweden stared at Finland then sighed and closed his eyes as he pulled the blanket more over the smaller country. Finland blinked as he felt the blanket over him. He stared at Sweden and saw he was already sleeping. Finland stared for a while before smiling and closing his eyes as well, drifting into a calm sleep.


Finland's eyes shot open, as well as Sweden's, as they heard a loud thumping coming from outside. Finland sat up and held the blanket close to his chest. Sweden stood up and walked to the door, it was still night. Probably midnight. Sweden got ready to open the door when he heard a loud swooshing sound. He looked out the window and saw snow covering the glass. The snow had trapped them in the cabin. He looked back at Finland, who knew perfectly well what had just happened. Finland stared with worried eyes. He was trapped, and alone with the person who he was trying to convince himself that he didn't like. Sweden saw Finland's worried face and sighed as he walked to the fireplace, putting a few logs of firewood into it. He then started a fire to give them light. He then walked over to Finland and patted his shoulder. "It'll be alr'ght.." Finland, however, just whimpered and looked down. He never liked being stuck. It brought back bad memories, scary memories he had tried to forget. 
He closed his eyes tightly as he felt tears starting to form.
Suddenly he felt two strong arms wrap around him. They weren't particularly warm, but they felt safe. Finland hid his face into the chest of the body the arms belonged to. He felt a hand stroking his hair and another hand rubbing his back. After a while he calmed down and relaxed into the person's chest.
He had a feeling he knew whose body it was, but he didn't care. Right now he just knew he was tired. He closed his eyes and felt himself get layed down and having the person lay next to him and hug him comfortingly. He accepted it and sighed softly as he got into a more comfortable position with the person, "Thank you... Su-San.." After saying that, the Finnish man fell into a deep sleep.

Sweden smiled as he looked at the smaller country, who was curled up to his chest and was sleeping without a care in the world. He moved Finland's bangs from his eyes and kissed his forehead. "G'night..." Soon, Sweden was asleep. With his Finland in his arms.

The next morning, Denmark snickered as he entered Finland and Sweden's cabin. Seeing the two nations, snuggled up together, with Finland drooling a little and Sweden holding Finland's head to his chest in a protective way. Denmark grinned and walked out of the cabin. He looked at the windows which he had sprayed a very thick layer of fake snow on, to trick the two nations. He snickered again and started walking back to his cabin, where Iceland and Norway were still sleeping. "Part one of my master plan has been a success! Now for part two! Here I come Norge!~"
Veged-chan: I'm so happy I wrote this, I've been getting into SuFin a lot lately. Sweden's so cool, and Finland's so cute!

:iconehehefinlandplzplz:: Eheh..

:iconswedenstareplz:: Hm.

Veged-chan: I hope you all liked it, please comment if you did! ^^ Su-San? Would you please repeat the disclaimor?

:iconswedenwaveplz:: Veg'd-ch'n do's n't own Hetalia or it's char'ct'rs. She owns n'thing.
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   Ludwig sat in his room and sighed, hugging his knees to his chest. Why did he feel so weird when Feliciano hugged him that day? It was no different than the other days. His adoptive parents didn't seem to notice, Ivan was petting Gilbert's hair, asking for more children, which earned a blush and punch in the arm. Ludwig didn't call them 'dad' and 'dad', or 'daddy' and 'dad', or 'papa' and 'dad' etc, but 'dad and mom', much to Gilbert's dismay. Mainly because Gilbert was much like a mother, always there when needed while Ivan usually worked. Ludwig was homeschooled until his thirteenth birthday, where he begged to go to school so he could see his friends more. Gilbert agreed. Ludwig sighed and hugged his knees to his chest tighter. He couldn't, right? So many people at his school said mean things about his parents. Mainly his mother, they were too scared of his father.
   Once his father had to talk to one of Ludwig's former-friends, because they insulted the entire family. Ivan's personality seemed to darken and change when the parents' only reply was:'homosexuality is wrong'. Ludwig now understood why his mother could be jumpy at times.

   Ludwig yelped in surprise when Gilbert put his wet hand(possibly from washing dishes, which usually caused arguments.) on the blonde's shoulder. "Is something wrong, West?" Ludwig looked down, embarrassed from the nickname and what he was about to say.
   "I...think I'm gay."

So, this is based off an RP we(~RikusShadow and I) have going on, Germany was all:"WAAAAH I DUN WANNA BE GAYYYY BAW ;A;" and Prussia and Russia were comforting him. SO, ~RikusShadow decided to say something akin to:"Germany = Kid, Russia = Dad, Prussia = Mom. OH GOD. :XD:". And I said, "THAT would be one HELL of an AU fanfiction." To which she said something which led me to saying:"I'd so do that!", and she said:"If you do it, I'll make fanart.", and I said:"I'm doing it now! I LOVE YOUR ART!"
So, this was born from the above.
Yes, there will be more! :la:

I do not own Hetalia Axis Powers.
Ludwig Weilschmidt/Beilschmidt(Germany), Ivan Braginski(Russia), Gilbert Weilschmidt/Beilschmidt(Prussia), Feliciano Vargas(North Italy/Veneziano) and Hetalia Axis Powers (c): HH.
Do not steal.
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