H e t a l i a || x readers

Sweden x Reader |Fanfic|

• Sincerely, Sve •

      'Dear (y/n), Finland and I will be home soon. Please tell the rest of the five that Finland is.. very very hurt. During the travels, we were stopped by Turkey. He was armed, and.. and Finland jumped in front of the shot for me. This is very hard for me to say. Please understand that if Finland does not survive, I will most likely never be the same. I am very worried, and Finland is very sick. Please take care until I return.

I understand that this letter will be getting here at least a week after I send it off, so really, as of while I'm writing this, Finland is in mortal danger, and we still have a week or so of travel left. Do not expect any letters after this as my main priority is Finny coming home safe. Please do not send anyone here, do not try to look for us, I cannot and will not let anyone else be at risk or injured.

If you are curious, Finland's wounds are located in his left shoulder, in the rotator cuff, and his right thigh, a vital area. The bleeding has slowed, but the wounds are deep and I was unable to get the bullet out of the thigh. I have been carrying Finland most of the trip. He's asleep due to the pain most of the time, so he is healing, I hope.

We will return as quickly as possible, but I ask again, despite the situation, please do not send any aid. Turkey has scouts and troops all over the area. The only reason he is leaving me alone is because I surrendered after Fin was shot. Please hold on. I love you.

Sincerely, Sve.'

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You had read the letter countless times then, chewing on your thumb nervously.

You had wanted to listen to him, you really did, but you had been so worried about them both, at the time.

You hadn't told the rest of the five yet, however, even though he asked. You had been worried they might try to go instead, and if anyone was going to go to them and risk their life, it was going to be you.

But you didn't.

And you were angry.

Finland didn't make it.

Finland didn't live.

And it was your fault.

The Nordics were very depressed, like a wave of emptiness had washed over them.

But Sweden.

Beautiful, Strong, Silent, Sweden.

Sweden was empty.

He was so so so hurt.

He hadn't said a word since the day he returned. He spend most of his time drinking, crying, or sleeping.

You remember the day he came home.

It was exactly a week and a half after the day you received the letter. The same day you had told the other Nordics, conveniently.

There had been a knock on the door. A simple two count rhythm. Denmark had opened the door, you were all in the living room.

All you had seen was the transition of Denmark, as a cheerful greeting smile, turned into a broken, hurt expression.

He started crying immediately, sinking to his knees as Sweden had passed by him, holding the small limp body of our friend.

Sweden said nothing, clinging to the small, motionless frame as he sunk to the floor, sobs shaking his body. He cried so hard, yelling, screaming Finland's name.

Those were the only words he has said in two weeks.

Two weeks.

Norway & Iceland were coping in there own ways, usually drinking quite a bit.

Denmark was the quiet mourner. He was constantly visiting Finland's grave, placing a flower on it everyday.

You were somewhat like Sweden. You hardly spoke, you drank a lot, and you slept more than usual.

Everyone but Sweden attended the funeral. Sweden hadn't moved, of course.

You tried to talk to him constantly. You spend hours on end speaking to him, holding him. As did a few of the others.

But you were sick of the one sided conversations. You were going to speak to him.

And he was going to answer.

You creaked open the door, creeping into the dark room. He wasn't drunk or asleep. He was crying.

You heard small breathing intakes, whimpers, and sniffs.

You didn't say anything as you walked in front of him, grabbing his hands.

Then he looked at you.

He looked at you for the first time in weeks.

His eyes shook with sadness, his lips quivered.

"(Y/n)..."

He even spoke to you.

Tears streamed down his face, a whimper rose up in his throat and you placed a hand on his cheek, kneeling.

"I know."

You leaned forward slowly, looking into his eyes for permission.

And then he kissed you.

He grabbed your hair and he kissed you, tears pouring out of his eyes as you began to cry.

You tasted the salt of each others tears. You felt each others sadness.

You reached each other in a way that words just couldn't.

You pulled away, tears still flowing.

A silence crept between you, itching and aching to be lifted.

You both started at each other for a long time.

Eventually, you looked down, swallowing before speaking shakily.

"I feel selfish for asking this, but.. do you still love me, even after you lost him..?"

"..'f c'rse I d'."

He whispered, stroking your face.

You smiled sadly, wiping away his tears.

"Let's fix each others hearts, okay?"

You paused, looking at the ground.

"Let's fill the holes with memories of him. Let's turn a tragedy into a love story. Of how we loved Finland, and of how we love each other, okay?"

He slowly began to cry again.

"Don't answer that. You need time." You smiled softly.

He looked up at you, his eyes glittering with sadness.

Those blue eyes, the ones you fell in love with.

"Ok'y." His voice shook, threatening to shake, to whimper, to break.

"Blue boy.

Sad feelings.

Empty hearts.

Won't you learn to feel again?

I have learned to love.

I have learned to love this tragedy.

This empty melody, broken harmony.

I have learned to love this tragedy."

(a.k)