Sufin/Dennor one shots

Nation Party! (Sufin)

It was a crisp October evening, just a day before Halloween, and all of the nations had been gathered together for a party. Gilbert had arranged the whole thing with a little help from his brother, and soon their house was full of loud guests. It was a pretty crazy party as parties go, and there was loud music blasting from speakers that were everywhere.

Various nations had started to dance, while others chose not to partake in that event. A few others still, were off to the side simply chatting and/or drinking.

Suddenly, the music was turned off, and Gilbert and the rest of the bad touch trio stood up on a tall table.

"OKAY, ENOUGH OF ZHAT! VE ARE GOING TO PLAY A GAME!" Gilbert shouted at the top of his lungs, to get everyone's attention. There were groans of annoyance from the audience, as well as a few cheers.

"Vell, my pal Francis here vill help me round you all up. Come on! it'll be fun!" Gilbert exclaimed, and started getting the nations into a large circle.

Once that was done, they all sat down and waited for instructions. "Hey guys, we can either play truth or dare, 7 minutes in heaven, or spin the bottle." Antonio said, while restraining Francis and Gilbert who were much too excited.

"Raise your hand for truth or dare!" Francis called out.

About three quarters of the nations raised their hands.

"perfect! Truth or dare it is!" Gilbert shouted, jumping into the middle of the large circle. He pointed to Francis, "you start!"

The Frenchman smirked evilly, and sat down in the circle beside the other allies. "Truth or dare, Arthur!" He said with a laugh.

"Bloody what!?! Truth! I am not doing any dares you make up!" The angry Brit complained, crossing his arms.

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The game went on for a long while, before the truth or dares reached the Nordic nations.

"Mathias, I dare you to steal Lukas' hat." Emil stated, once the obnoxious blonde had chosen dare.

Lukas glared at Mathias. "Don't you dare, Dane." He growled, a dangerous look in his eyes.

Mathias didn't listen, and pounced on Lukas, knocking him on his back. He pinned the smaller nation's arms above his head, and snatched up the hat before he could attack. Lukas narrowed his eyes, and tried to snatch it back...but his arms were pinned.

Mathias quickly let go of him, only to have the annoyed nation snatch the hat back.

"There! I took it for a moment! Now my turn!" Mathias said loudly, and looked around for a victim while still sitting on a struggling and cursing Lukas. "Hmm... Berwald, I dare you to go in the closet with Tino for ten minutes."

Tino looked shocked as he heard his name called out. Never in a million years did he think he would get that sort of opportunity to be with his crush. He stood up, and was about to go to the closet when Berwald picked him up from behind and started carrying him.

Elizabeta squealed from somewhere in the circle, and Kiku snapped a picture. (A/N: My yaoi squad)

"Bye! Have fun! Be safe!" Gilbert screamed after them, and went to lock the door.

Once inside the closet, Berwald set Tino down on the floor. He then went and sat in the corner.

"So um...what is this dare supposed to mean? Like... why did he just make us go in a closet?" Tino asked innocently, sitting down across from his friend.

"I dunno." Berwald responded, flustered by the fact that he was in such close confines with his crush.

"hmm, well it's kind of cold in here!" Tino said with a shiver, hugging his knees up to his chest. Of course, he wasn't actually feeling cold, he just wanted to see what Berwald's reaction would be.

The Swedish nation watched for a moment, before reaching across the small closet to grab Tino's arm. He pulled the other nation over to him, and undid his own coat. "C'mere."

Tino blushed an even deeper shade of red, and crawled into the open coat. He thought about the position he was in, on Berwald's lap and sharing his coat, and started freaking out.

"You okay?" Berwald questioned, buttoning his coat back up over the smaller nation to keep them both warm. Tino nodded in response, and tried to relax. Presently, the larger nation wrapped his arms around the smaller one from inside the coat. Tino assumed that it was just a friendly gesture intended to keep him warm...but was it?

"Su-San? I uh...well I was wondering why you're always so nice to me. I mean, you always seem to try hard not to scare me, and are always giving me things...like now. Sharing your coat. So...why?" Tino asked, tilting his head quizzically.

"Tino. Look at me." Berwald replied in a serious tone, making Tino think he had said something wrong.

The Finnish nation turned, and started to apologise but was cut short by a pair of lips capturing his own. He panicked momentarily, but eventually closed his eyes and went with the flow of the kiss.

The Swede's arms wrapped around the Fin's waist, as the smaller blonde turned all the way around to face his crush fully. Both of them were enjoying the kiss, and neither wanted it to end. Soon, they had toppled backwards onto the floor of the closet with a THUD, never breaking contact once.

The loud noise had made the other nations outside of the closet curious...and though Elizabeta told them not to, Gilbert and Mathias decided to investigate.

They opened the door slowly, and peeped inside to see Tino and Berwald kissing on the closet floor. "Aww, you guys! You ruined their moment!" Elizabeta shrieked, and randomly pulled a frying pan out of nowhere. She then angrily chased the Danish and Prussian nations away from the couple.

Inside of the closet, the two nordics had broken away from each other. Tino was blushing profusely, laying on top of Berwald, while Berwald was gazing up at him.

"I...I love you, Su-san." Tino whispered, nuzzling his head into the other nation's chest.

"I love you too, Fin." Berwald replied, kissing the top of Tino's head.