I'm just in love with Cliche plot's aren't I? You're probably going to see a lot of nightmare fics on my page but oh well, I'm unoriginal. xD Enjoy the fluffiness that is SuFin!
It was a dark and stormy night…no just kidding. It was a relatively quiet midnight at the Nordic house. Denmark was still out drinking with Prussia, Norway had locked himself in his room practicing magic or something, Iceland had passed out ours ago, but Sweden was nowhere to be found, much to a certain Fin’s dismay. Finland assumed that the tall nation was in the basement reading or outside taking a walk, but was far too scared to check. He’d already checked the Swede’s bed, but had no luck. He had woken up just minutes before from a terrible nightmare, and he didn’t feel too much like going down into a dark basement or outside in the pitch black night. Not without Sweden at least. He shivered, pulling the blanket up around his shoulders and shakily reached out to pet a sleeping Hanatamgo, who barely stirred at the contact. He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as flashbacks of the dream flew around his head. A tear slid down his cheek making him shake his head. ‘It was just a nightmare Tino relax.’ He thought to himself. Even though he knew it was only a dream, he really wanted to know that Sweden was okay. The dream felt so real and terrified him. He took a shaky deep breath and tried to lay back down and go to sleep, but he was still too scared. As embarrassing as it was, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep without Sweden. He sighed and rolled over to face Hanatamago again. He envied the small dog for being able to sleep so peacefully. ‘I wish Su-san was here…just to make sure he’s alright. He always makes me feel better.’ He thought desperately. The little white dog looked up at him as if to say ‘you’re overreacting Finland.’ The blonde groaned and buried his face back into the pillow, most likely soaking it with tears.
He was so used to Sweden somehow knowing when Finland needed help, and always automatically coming to his rescue. He really needed to stop relying so heavily on the bigger nation. ‘Maybe I should check his room again?’ He nodded to no one in particular. He swung his legs over the side of his bed and pulled the Finnish flag blankets off enabling him to step onto the cold floor. He shivered as he walked into the dark hallway. Thankfully, Sweden’s room was right across from his. He knocked on the door a couple times, but, getting no response he decided to walk in again.
“Su-san?”
No reply. He sighed feeling more tears, this time out of frustration, slip down his cheeks. He turned feeling dejected and ran back into his room, to scared to linger in the hallway. He flopped face first on his pillow, still shaking.
“Su-san…where are you?” He whimpered quietly.
“’M R’ght h’re, d’nt w’rry.” A surprisingly gentle voice assured him as a hand reached out to ruffle his hair affectionately.
“Su-san?” The small Finnish blonde half whimpered-half asked. His teary eyes adjusted to the darkness and saw the Swede kneeling down beside his bed with a concerned expression on his face. Normally Sweden never showed any emotion but if Finland was anything less than happy, that rule was broken. Wait when did he get here? Not that the Finnish boy really cared, he was just glad he was here.
“Y’s ‘ts me.” He replied. Finland moved closer to the edge of the bed and stretched his arm out to take Sweden’s hand.
“I was looking for you...” He sniffled.
“I kn’w. I w’s ‘ut f’r a w’lk, s’rry.” Sweden said, intertwining their fingers together and giving the smaller blonde’s hand a comforting squeeze. Finland just nodded in response.
“Y’u g’nna be ‘kay?” He asked with worry laced in his voice.
“I guess…”
“I sh’ld g’t s’me sl’p th’n.” He told the smaller blonde already starting to stand up. He wanted to stay but he didn’t want to creep out the Fin again. He turned around to leave when Finland finally registered when Sweden was doing.
“Wait!” He cried as quietly as he could. He felt tears welling back up in his eyes already, “D-don’t g-go please! I-I’m still s-scared…” He admitted softly making the tall country’s heart swell. But before he could say anything, another whimper escaped the other nation, one that made the Swede want to cradle him and never let him go. Ever. That was a little drastic though.
“’f c’rse I’ll st’y.” He reassured Finland. He walked around the bed to the other side and crawled in carefully, the mattress shifted under his weight. Finland turned around and would have smiled if he wasn’t still so shaken by the nightmare.
“T-thanks…”
“Anyth’n f’r my w’fe.” He responded lovingly.
Finland bit his lip nervously. He really liked cuddling with the Swede but for some reason he was still too shy to initiate it. Sweden must have taken the hint because he opened his arms, gesturing for Finland to come closer. The Finnish blonde sniffed involuntarily and scooted a little too desperately into the taller nation’s arms, burying his face in the crook of his neck. Sweden allowed a small smile to tug at his lips as he happily wrapped a strong arm protectively (read: very over-protectively) around Finland. The other snaked under his head allowing the other to use it as a pillow. Finland complied too the offer and slowly wrapped his arms around Sweden’s neck, puling himself closer, and rested his head on Sweden’s arm. He was starting to feel a bit better, but the nightmare was still getting to him. He tried to hold back any whimpers or sniffles that could still come out but failed horribly. How could he hold back when tears were still welling up in his eyes?
Sweden heard (his precious) Finland whimpering in his arms, and tightened his grip and pulled him as close as physics would allow, trying to make the Fin feel more secure. He really didn’t like seeing the Fin upset.
“Shhh…’ts ‘kay, I’m h’re.” He assured the smaller country, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Finland didn’t do anything but sniff again. Hearing Sweden’s voice did start to calm him down though.
“Y’u s’re y’ur ‘lright?” He asked again with more concern in his voice. Finland took a deep breath and replied;
“I’m better than I was before…now that you’re here.” Sweden’s heart dropped to his stomach. Why did he have to be so adorable?
He smiled just enough for Finland to see and kissed him again. This time he was determined to calm him down, so the kiss was full on the lips. Finland didn’t reject it at all. He tilted his head up a bit to deepen the kiss and couldn’t help but smile a bit into it. They pulled back after a few second, which was way to short for the Fin. He tried desperately to recapture Sweden’s lips with his own, but all he got was a chuckle.
“W’ g’t to g’t to sl’p.”
Finland pouted but let his head fall back down onto the taller nation’s arm and snuggled up to him.
“F’l b’tt’r?”
“Yea. Thanks Su-San.” He cooed, nuzzling into said nation. He finally fell asleep in Sweden’s arms with a smile on his face.
“Jag alskar dig Finland.” He said clearly. He rested his chin atop of the blonde’s head and fell asleep soundly.
