Hetalia One-Shots

SuFin : Concerts

"Do you have your cellphone?"

"Yes! It's right here, in my pocket."

"What about the emergency cellphone, where is that one?"

"In my backpack."

"Good. Do you have my number in your wallet?"

"Yes."

"Do you have enough money in your wallet?"

"Three hundred Euros."

"And is your wallet attached to your belt?"

"Thief proof."

"Do you have some snacks and drinks in your backpack?"

"Cookies and juice."

"If that's not enough, buy some food over there."

"Of course."

"What do you do if someone tries to touch you or take you with them?"

"I scream and kick and punch them."

"Correct. Well, I think you're all set," smiled proudly Sweden. He patted Finland's shoulder and lead him to the door. At that moment, someone knocked and Finland excitedly opened the door. "Prussia!"

The nation grinned and pumped his fist in the air. His face was painted with dark makeup around his eyes and his lips were black. His ears were covered with huge earrings and around his wrists were silver bracelets. His white hair was standing straight on his head and was dyed red at the tips. His shirt was ripped at multiple places and so were his jeans. On his belt were silver spikes and a chain was attached to it. His leather boots were untied and also had silver studs on them. Finland clapped his hands as he admired his friend.

"You look awesome!" exclaimed the small nation. Prussia smirked and replied, "I know, I am!" Finland laughed and adjusted his black backpack with skulls printed on the front. His t-shirt was black with roses and skulls on it as well as rips on the edges and had spikes on the shoulders. He wore black leather gloves that ended at his knuckles to reveal his black nails. His pants were being held up with a thick belt with chains all around it. His boots were ankle-high and tied up to the top. They were dirtied and had crosses all over them. Finland's face was pale white with eyeliner around his eyes. His lips were also black and his hair dyed black with streaks of dark blue.

Sweden kissed his wife on the cheek and pushed him out the house. "You have fun okay? And be extra careful!" reminded the stoic nation. Both countries nodded impatiently and high-fived each other. "Let's go! Iron Maiden won't wait forever!" They both scurried off into the night as Sweden sighed. Lately, both of them had been going to heavy metal concerts together, which Sweden didn't mind at all. It gave him more alone time to read or cook. He was just worried sometimes... Once, they set fire to the stage as they crashed the show and started playing their own song. They could get into it a little too much at times...