Hetalia one-shots

Sufin- Why Don't We Live Together?

<Finland POV>

I was tired; that was something I understood. I was cold, hungry, and honestly a bit scared. Mr. Sweden and I have been walking for miles ever since we've escaped from Denmark. I longed for the comfort at Estonia's house, but we had left long ago; now Sweden and I were walking in the middle of the forest.

"We should stop here."

I flinched from the sudden sound after a long period of silence.

"You think that, Mr. Sweden?" I asked.

We've been walking for quite a while ever since morning; why did he want to stop now; it was barely past noon.

Sweden nodded, "We should make camp." he declared.

"What, why do you want to make camp so late in spring? For all, we know Denmark's troops could be after us; if we are to keep on traveling, it could take us forever to repack. Do you intend to stay here? There is nothing here but forest; the nearest village is miles away, we have no access to ports. We're in the middle of nowhere, and you want to make camp?" I questioned.

"Ja." He said; in his deep, monotone voice.

I sighed; I couldn't argue with him. His demeanor -despite not openly showing any emotion- was one you could not argue with.

We kept on walking till we reached a clearing big enough for a tent. I took off my heavy backpack and began to take out what we needed. It was mostly filled with blankets and a few other things, such as cloth, food, flint, a knife, and some coins. We mostly tried to travel lightly; it was too much of a hassle to carry many things.

Sweden began to unpack his backpack, which also carried the rope needed to make the tent. Apart from that, we mostly had similar supplies, although he had an ax at his side, while I had a 

sword.

We set up the medium-sized tent next to a tree; I had left to search for dry wood for a fire; coming back to the camp, I saw that Sweden had left. "I wonder where he ran off to?" I said to myself.

I started a fire, careful not to make it burn out of hand. I began to unpack the bread, cheese, and jam we had brought with us. I made a serving for both Sweden and me. I hope he gets back before it gets cold.

Hours go by; the food had gotten cold a long time ago, I had already returned it to my backpack. I had wondered about a while ago; I found a couple of berry bushes nearby, although they were poisonous. Oh, how I longed for a couple of puolukoita.

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I return to camp with an armful of twigs in hand. Sweden was sitting on a stump he had most likely dragged from a fallen tree due to the drag mark. He was cleaning his ax, which I noted was becoming dull, odd; I recall it being quite sharp a few days ago; he'd have to sharpen it later.

"Caught something." Sweden declared out of the blue.

"Hmm?"

He tossed a dead hare onto my lap; it had long white ears with brown fur. Sad; to see something beautiful be no longer living, yet we needed its meat to survive. I could use the hare's coat to make some mittens, it takes a while for the fur to dry, but it wouldn't be much trouble.

I heard Sweden's stomach growl; he looked away from me; his ears were a slight tint of red. Funny how such a large man could be easily embarrassed by something so human.

"Hungary?" I asked.

Sweden nodded.

"Well, I saved you some food a while ago, but it got cold since you weren't nearby," I stated, taking out said food from my backpack. It was wrapped in a green cheesecloth so it could be better preserved. I handed it to Sweden, who took it with his large hands.