Hetalia: Nordic 5 Oneshots and Imagines

Finland x Reader: Hangovers

Finnish people are known for their love of coffee, heavy metal, and saunas. Don't forget alcohol as well.

In fact, the average Finn consumes around 2.64 cups a day. Of course, this info is nowhere near accurate, as most people in Finland consume 4 cups alone for breakfast. I'm speaking facts people. This plays a minor role in our story, so bear with me, okay?

Anyways, it was a peaceful morning at the Väinämöinen home. Peaceful meaning heavy metal blasting on the radio and a hungover young man pouring himself his usual six cups of coffee for breakfast. A white dog yapped at his feet, demanding food.

Tino sat down, turning on the television to some random comedy show. Sipping at his coffee, he stared at the TV unconsciously, almost spilling the dark liquid on himself. After he and his dog finished their breakfast, Tino decided to call a friend.

"Hello?"

"Hyvää huomenta (y/n)!" Now unlike most Finnish people, Tino was very chipper. Especially when he talked to (y/n).

"Good morning to you too Tino. I heard  from Mathias that you got seriously drunk last night. Are you okay?" The man blushed a bit, his heart fluttering like a butterfly at hearing her voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Listen, it's Wednesday today."

"So? Why is it so important?"

"Cause we drink and get drunk on Wednesdays. Although, we don't get really drunk, that's saved for Saturdays."

"Ummm," the other voice on the line pondered. "It doesn't sound like such a good idea; didn't you get screwed last night?"

"Well yeah, but still. Blame Mathias. But I won't drink a lot, I promise."

"Are you sure? I really don't want to chauffeur your drunk ass again." Tino huffed in impatience.

"I swear to Thor! Now, can you please come with me? Please?" He pleaded, dragging out please with puppy eyes that (y/n) couldn't see.

"Alright, fine. I'll be at your house by 19:00 (7:00 PM). Be ready."

"Kyllä!"

***

Tino took a quick shower and procrastinated quite a bit with his appearance. He wanted to look good, dammit!

After spending 5 hours on his outfit and hair, he sat on the sofa until 19:00.

DING DONG!

It was her!

Tino opened the door to reveal a gorgeous (y/n). She wore a nice dress with some sandals, hair fixed to frame her face nicely.

"You look amazing." He gushed.

"Why thank you. So do you."

They walked over to her car and started the journey to the neighborhood bar.

It was very crowded. Many people were drinking beer and having conversations. Some were taking shots. Everyone had an alcoholic beverage in their hand.

"Let's go find a seat and get a beer!" Tino dragged (y/n) to a sofa and placed their order.

"Um, I don't think I want beer," she muttered.

"Are you sure? I don't mind vodka!" She shook her head.

"No, I don't think I'll drink anything." Tino looked very shocked.

"But it's Wednesday!"

"Well, somebody needs to at least stay sober so she can drive home."

"True."

***

Oh boy.

Was he wrong.

After consuming both his and (y/n)'s beer, he decided to compete against some burly dude and challenged him to a drinking competition.

Tino swallowed shot glass after shot glass of vodka, beating the man by two shots.

And boy was he drunk.

(Y/n) dragged the intoxicated Finn to her back seat, fuming and muttering curses all the way back to his house.

After dragging him inside his home and throwing him onto his bed, she decided to sleep on the couch, knowing that he would need assistance the next day.

***

The smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the house, waking the slumbering girl up. She was astonished at the sight in front of her.

Tino was frying up some bacon, laying it on a sheet of paper towels to absorb the grease. Two plates of eggs and a pot of fresh coffee sat on the table.

Wow.

"Morning!" He called out in his chipper voice. The dog barked as well.

Hold on.

How could he be hungover and so chipper? What was the secret?

"Aren't you hungover?"

"A little, but I'm feeling better." Holy shit.

"How?"

"The secret is four cups of coffee." He sipped at the drink.

"Seriously?"

"I don't know. But I think it works for me."

The two ate in silence. No music or yapping dog. Once breakfast was finished and the dishes were washed, they sat on the sofa.

"I have a question (y/n)."

"Fire away."

"Do you like me?" Tino scratched at the back of his head nervously.

"I think so," she pressed her lips to his. He tasted of coffee and cinnamon, with a hint of vodka. It was very addictive.

"Mmm, I think you just cured my hangover (y/n). Do it again, just in case."

So she kissed him once again, fully 'curing' his hangover.

***

Haven't written for Finland in ages. Whew!

I think I watch a little too much Finnish comedy. I'm sorry if nothing is accurate.

Finland does not belong to me.

Enjoy!