Hetalia oneshots

Finland x Sweden Idk the ship name help

The wooden slats of their carefully constructed pine bed creak as Finland carefully pushes himself up against the headboard. Outside, he can hear the gentle whisper of snowfall, but closer is the equally gentle whisper of Sweden's breathing. The young Nation sighs, brushing a hand through his white-blonde hair, easing out knots that have formed against the pillow. Beside him, Sweden makes a soft noise, and shifts slightly, drawing Finland's attention. His strong partner's brow is furrowed, even in sleep, and Finland can't resist leaning forward to kiss it gently. He pulls the cover up closer around Sweden's shoulders, and then slips carefully out of the bed, not wanting to disturb Sweden any more.

The floor is cold and smooth against his bare feet as Finland makes his way to the door. The route is so familiar that he hardly needs the scant, soft moonlight that fills the room from the window. Sweden has 'forgotten' to pull the curtains again. Finland smiles to himself. He knows from the soft smiles that Sweden likes to be woken by the light of dawn, and though he nags him about letting the heat out, Finland has never gone to close the curtains himself. More than a few times they've lain awake, Sweden spooned behind him, facing the window, speaking softly as they watch the moon and stars move through the glass.

Finland grabs his dressing gown from the back of the door, and hesitates for a moment. His toes are cold, but another slipper has gone missing. Smiling to himself, he opens the door slowly as to keep down the familiar creak. He's had worse than cold toes before.

As he passes it in the corridor, he gently pushes the door open to Sealand's room. The nightlight illuminated their adopted son's face, half buried in Hanatamago's white fur. The small dog looks up sleepily, and Finland quickly puts a finger to his lips. Whether or not Hanatamago recognises the human signal, he silently puts his head back down and snuggles up to Sealand sleepily. With a fond look in his eyes, Finland pulls the door to, and continues down the corridor.

He pads all but silently along the familiar wooden floorboards, and down the stairs, skipping over the third one so it doesn't creak. He's lived here, with Sweden, for almost all of his history, and although they have made some changes to his house, it is as familiar to him as his own forests, if not more. Together, Sweden and he have worn down the pine floorboards until they are as smooth as silk under Finland's bare feet, but as cold as ice as he reaches the bottom step. They are still deep in General Winter's grasp, and this late at night the fires have burnt low. With that thought, Finland slips into the main room, and throws a few more logs onto the fire. He stands above it, waiting to see if they will take without help, and then, once the fire starts to take, makes his way back across the corridor to the kitchen.

This is the room that Sweden seems to take most pride in, and of all their rooms is the most updated. There is nothing left of the basic stove that they first built together, more than five hundred years ago. But the floor has also been replaced, and Finland lets out a whimper as his feet his the cold tiles. He quickly covers his mouth, glancing up, hoping that he hasn't disturbed his lover or his son, but even though the sound echoed in the silence it was still soft, and there is no movement from either bedroom.

With a relieved sigh, Finland resumes his journey, grabbing a mug from the dresser with a gentle clink, and putting it down on the table. The room is briefly flooded with light as he opens the fridge, pulling out the milk, pouring himself a glass and then returning it.

He wants to microwave it to protect himself against the cold, but doesn't want to make so much noise, so Finland just scoops up the mug and returns to the sitting room, putting it down on the hearth and then sitting down beside it with his back against the wall. From there he can see out of the window, and for a while he is distracted by the snowfall, content to just watch it.