Mistletoe

A little one-shot requested a LONG time ago by maricruzcorona , thanks for requesting! I'm trying to finish lots of requests ASAP, because during break I won't have much time to update.

Sweden stood alone, outside of a twinkling cottage located in the deep woods. He could hear the chiming of laughter, the chatter of people from inside. It seemed as though they were having fun, and enjoying the party.

Sweden, however, was not. Who could blame him? He was always the loner, always left out, lonely, and awkward at such get-togethers.

He was sick of it, of the constant feeling of being different. Not different in a good way, different as in... Scary.

It's not as if he was oblivious to the many comments on how scary he was, even Finland seemed downright terrified of him at times! Honestly, he wished someone would see him for him: a shy, sensitive guy who really just needed a hug.

Yeah, he was a good fighter. Yes, he was tall, and intimidating, and wasn't the best conversationalist. But he still felt emotions, and had ideas. He didn't like being alone, he loved Finland, and his favorite thing to do was make furniture.

Sweden was a timid man, who kept his emotions bottled up, locked away in a chest deep in his heart. He continued to live on, yet he could never be happy with the way his life was going.

Sweden wanted to be one of those countries in the cottage, smiling, laughing, and cracking terrible jokes. He wanted to be surrounded by family, and for others to like and enjoy his company. He didn't want to be out here, alone, yet couldn't bring himself to go back just yet.

Sweden reached up and brushed his finger on a piece of mistletoe. Gazing out at the iced over pond, then breathing in the night air, he closed his eyes. Upon opening them, he discovered Finland standing just in front of him, looking concerned.

     "S-Su-San, what's wrong?" He questioned, worried.

     "N'thing," I responded, not meeting his gaze.

     "Oh, come on Su-San! I know you better than that!" Finland exclaimed. "Something's bothering you. What is it?"

     Sweden sighed. Finland was right, he was upset. Upset because he didn't know how to tell Finland how he felt. Upset because others feared him. Upset because he didn't know how to express his feelings.

     Finland was right, but Sweden wasn't going to admit defeat anytime soon. He didn't want to weigh the one he loved down with his problems, they were his and his alone to face. No one else's.  

     Finland pushed Sweden to answer, being quite persistent in his search. "Oh, Su-San, why won't you tell me what's wrong?" He huffed, frustrated.

     "Don't w'nt t'," Sweden responded, face as unrevealing as ever.

     Finland stomped his foot, fed up with Sweden's inability to confide in him. "Su-San, why won't you just- oomph!"

     Finland, in his angry little stomp on the ground, had succeeded in tripping himself on the snow. He landed in Sweden's waiting arms, face flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry, Sweden!" He squeaked, hiding his face.

     Sweden lifted Finland back up, suddenly remembering the mistletoe just above them and blushing. "Huh? Su-San, what are you looking at?"

     Remaining silent, Sweden pointed up to the mistletoe. "Oh!" Finland giggled. "Well, it is Christmas Eve! Might as well!"

     With that, Finland lightly grabbed Sweden's face, and their lips melded together into a soft, sweet, yet passionate kiss. Arms embracing one another, they continued to kiss long after what was necessary, enjoying each other's warmth in the freezing cold.

     Eventually, the two broke apart for air. Both of their faces were quite flushed, yet Sweden was the one to break the silence. "Did ja... Do ja... Like wh't ja did?"

     "Oh, the kiss?" Finland pondered for merely a second. "Well, it was nice... I really enjoyed it..."

     At this, Sweden let go of all hesitation. Diving forward, he caught Finland's lips in his, as the other began to kiss him back. The two continued to make out for quite some time, only pausing for air.

     After they stopped, Sweden hesitantly asked Finland a question dear to his heart. "Finland, do ja, perh'ps, well..." He paused. "I L've ja, alw'ys have... Do ja L've me... B'ck?"

     Finland beamed. "How could I not?"

     Instead of kissing yet again, they shared a loving hug. Both were ecstatic that the other loved them as well.

     Sweden felt relaxed, almost as if he could be that guy in the cottage. The one smiling, happy. As long as he was there with Finland by his side, he'd be alright.

     Finland felt complete, as if the other half of him was filled up. The warmth of Sweden's body filled his own with warmth, even warming his heart, or so he believed from this warm feeling in his chest. He felt safe, and loved.

     They were two halves of a whole, hearts only beating for each other. Any problems they had they would deal with side by side. As the clock struck midnight, and Christmas officially began (Finland had only recently arrived at the party), the two had one thought on their mind: I'm so grateful for mistletoe.

     Short, and, (I hope) sweet. I hope you all enjoyed this! Good? Bad? Constructive criticism? That's all for now, Bai~

~Weirdanimewriter out!