Hetalia one-shots

Dancing Queen-sufin

  The shit artwork is mine, I ain't used to drawing anime just landscapes and faces. ABBA reminds me of two things, one is that it radiated big sufin energy, and second is one of my friends who is, how you say. Big fangirl who has many crushes which my ace ass doesn't understand. I think that's why I like shipping people so much is because my cold heart doesn't have the capability of loving another human being who isn't a member of my family. Anyhow, enjoy the fluff and some good fucking music my readers. Human au in which Tino, aka Finland, is a polis officer and Berwald, aka Sweden, is an architect. 

    <Tino, AKA Finland POV>

   Do you ever get lost sleep in such a deep sleep so peaceful you never want to leave, but life is cruel, and one's stupid alarm wakes one up and throws you into the cruel reality? Yes, No, why do I talk to myself, anyway that is what happened to me. At least my ringtone was good and not the horrible noises the alarm offers. (AN: the song is The Way of The Warrior)

    I lazily got up, got dressed in my dress shirt and pants. I never was much a morning person, unlike Berwald, who usually woke up around six to make us breakfast and prepare our packed lunch. This week he had done most of the cooking since he was working from home on designs and floor plans. 

   I groggily walk to the kitchen, where Berwald was casually sipping his coffee looking at the news from his phone. I wrap my arms from the back of his neck, leaning my chin on his head. He placed his hand on top of mine.

    "Morning," Berwald said in his usual deep voice that seemed to cut syllables off for some reason. (I cannot do Sweden's voice without confusing myself so I won't do his voice sorry)

     I took his hand to my lips and kissed them, I could see Berwald's ears turn a slight tint of red, as they did when he was caught off-guard. I gave his ears a small kiss making them redder, almost like the color of blood. I sat on the opposite side of the table which had a small plate of breakfast ready for me to eat. 

      Most mornings were like this, Berwald reading the news or eating with me while I ate. Mornings were peaceful and calm, it made waking up worth the hassle. I looked over at Berwald who's ears and face had a slight tint of red. Some days I could make his face as red as a ripe tomato, sometimes to the point he felt the need to hide his face. Sometimes I didn't even have to say anything, it was mere actions that could make him this way. I loved doing so, seeing his face all red, it was cute and sweet.

     So on breakfast continued in peaceful silence only to be disturbed by the passage of time and the need to work. I stood up from my seat and washed my plate placing it in the drainer for it to dry. I grabbed my lunch that was placed as usual, in the little box/ satchel. I turned to Berwald and gave him a quick kiss on the lips as I stepped out of our apartment into the driveway where my bike stood. I made it a habit to ride my bike to work since it was only fifteen minutes away. I also did it as a daily exercise so my legs could be ready if I had to chase anyone down.

     The ride to work as most days was casual, I waved at people as they walked down the streets. The pavement was slightly wet since it rained last night and by the looks of it, it might rain later today. I walked into the Polis station and went into the locker rooms where my uniform was. (AN: I've never been to Finland before so I apologize for any inaccuracies)

      So forth my day went on, I was given the duty of riding my bike around the city making sure everyone obeyed the law. Not much though, just a few jaywalkers and people driving over the speed limit. Nothing much but either way by the time I finished the job my legs were ready to give out. I still wasn't done but It was my shift to guard the prisoners in the small jail we had.

     Before that, I had lunch which lasted for 40 minutes so we could eat in the break room. My lunch consisted of fruit slices, some good old H2O, and some leftover lohikeitto. I happily ate my lunch in the small breakroom we had. I had to cut it to Berwald, he was an amazing cook. I could cook well, but food always tasted better when someone you loved made it. I started to let my mind wander, it was Friday meaning I had the weekend off with Berwald, what would be doing, we could always go play hockey at the local rink or up to the cabin he and his father made a few years ago. I liked the cabin, it had lots of space and if it weren't so far from work we would consider living there.