Vår Kärlek (Our Love)

Vår Kärlek (Our Love) Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, though I wish I am. Hetalia is solely owned by Hidekaz Himaruya, but I do own this plot.

Chapter One— Adjö, Finn

Sweden was in love with Finland.

At first, when Sweden asked Finland to run away from Denmark's house, there was no feeling between them. Sure, all the Nordics had cared about each other, including Sweden and Finland.

But at that time, Sweden only felt guilty.

He felt guilty he had to leave Norway and Iceland with Denmark, and he was scared he could not be enough for Finland. He decided to run away from Denmark's house simply because he could not tolerate Denmark's behaviour. How Denmark had made remarks of Sweden's past, casually flaunted it in front of Finland...he decided it was enough. Not to mention he wanted to protect Finland from Denmark's influence.

And, after what he had done for Finland, he did not ask anything in return. His mission in this unending life was only to make Finland happy. Oh, how Sweden longed Finland's musical laughter and his beautiful smile that had coloured Sweden's life despite living in Denmark's house.

And most, he did not want Finland to regret his request to run away together with him.

Because he simply did not want to be alone.

Maybe it sounded weird, but actually, Sweden was very shy, caring, and sweet. Sweden was also very protective.

Maybe his protectiveness interpreted to be a little possessive, and Finland feared him.

Once he just brushed it off, convincing himself it was just his insecurity. But hearing Finland talked to Denmark about how he feared Sweden would be angry and kill him, or rape him, it broke his barriers.

Finland feared him.

A single truth that pained Sweden so much, that made Sweden realised that he was in love with Finland.

All the barriers had already broken. His concealed emotions were revealed.

No matter how hard he tried, those Viking experience had left him scarred, and thus he was feared by all nations. No one wanted to sit with him, excluding Norway and Iceland who simply did not care who they were sitting with. They feared him—whether it was his gaze, or simply his demeanour, nothing Sweden could do to change their mind.

All would affect Sweden nothing if only Finland did not feel the same.

"It was written here that you always fear him; fear him angry to you, fear he would rape you, or worse fear that your perfect Sweden-san will kill you in cold blood..."

Although it was Denmark who said that, Sweden knew it was what Finland truly was feeling. It pained so much, yet the truth glaringly presented in front of Sweden and he found he could not deny the bitter truth.

No more pain. Sweden decided he had heard enough.

Sweden knew he would never be enough for Finland. He was simply too perfect—he was kind, friendly, cheerful; and he always brought happiness to everyone. Finland was so beautiful, and Sweden knew he would never be enough to deserve him.

Years have passed since Sweden let Finland be independent. He knew Finland would not be happy living with him, so he let Finland go. It was simply too painful for them both, and Sweden knew Finland deserved to be free.

Before Finland left Sweden, Sweden had given him a wooden horse. Finland eyebrows' rose, inquiring an explanation silently.

"It...it is a Dalecarlian horse. I...carved this one for you myself. I hope you like it." Sweden murmured uncomfortably."It is the first gift I have given to you, and most likely be the last..." Finland gasped; tears welled up in his eyes. "I know how uncomfortable you lived with me..." Finland made a gesture to cut Sweden off but Sweden kept continuing. "I hope...this gift reminds you not about how hideous I am..." Sweden let out a bitter chuckle, before continued. "I hope this reminds you how Swedish nature welcomed you...how they accepted you and how much I love you..." Sweden said.

"Minä rakastan sinua, Finland..." Sweden sighed.

"But, Swe......"

"Goodbye."