Finland & Child!Reader Fluff :)

Finland X Traumatized!Child!Reader

3rd Person POV

It was a rainy afternoon and Finland was rushing home after being caught in the storm. “Just my luck, caught in the rain on a seemingly cloudless day,” Finland said to nobody but himself as he rushed down the worn path towards his cottage, which was waiting for him lit up with Christmas lights. As he stepped on he heard an odd noise, almost a whine or sniffling through the tap of the rain. Finland stopped, it was a familiar noise that he had heard before when taking care of Sealand. 

“Who's there?” Finland asked the wind as he tried to pinpoint the sound, then he heard a quiet “H-hello?”

Your POV

As the cold rain beats down upon you, you hear a voice. “Who's there?” the strange voice asks. You respond through sobs and chattering teeth “H-hello?” Suddenly you see the stranger that the voice belongs to push the leaves you were hiding in away. You shrink down into your damp, mud-stained t-shirt at the strange new face staring down at you. As soon as the blond man sees you his face melts from curiosity to pity. “What are you doing here?” he asks with a slight accent and extends his arms towards you. You hesitate at first but you saw something in the strange man’s face. You were suddenly in a flashback to when you were young waking up to footsteps on Christmas eve. A warm fire in the corner and lights bright outside. You had heard something downstairs and you had gone to check. You were only around 4 at the time. As you stepped down the stairs you saw the Santa Claus, but right as you caught a glimpse of his face he had disappeared.  You realized it was the same face! With a new trust in the man who you deemed Santa you reached up to the man and allowed him to pick you up. The man held you close and you could feel the warmth emitting from him. “What are you doing out here?” He asks now staring straight at you. Before you could answer you remembered everything. The bad men in long coats, the pain you felt, the dark that engulfed you before they dumped you here like trash. Your breathing became ragged, hiccuping sobs and you buried your face into his shirt and inhaled his calming scent of tulips and coffee. The man saw your reaction whispered, “Oh dear, well I’m Finland, but you can call me Tino.” Tino used his jacket to shield you from the rain and carried you down a worn path until you could see colorful lights just beyond some trees. As he walked up to the door you could smell the scent of sugar cookies inside.

 When he opened the door a rush of warm air hit your face but your was still shivering from the water drenched clothing sticking to my body. “Oh dear, your lips are blue!” Finland said looking down at you. “You need to warm up, wait here I will prepare a bath.” He said as he set you down and ushered you towards a warm fire in the brick fireplace. It had a single stocking hanging on the mantle and red and green lights just above it. He took off his shoes at the bottom of the stairs then walked up. You can hear the loud rush of water as he starts the bath. You scooch closer to the fire and huddle your knees to my chest until you hear him step back down the stairs.

“The bath is ready, there is a towel in there and I will bring you some new clothing.” He said as he pointed to which door it is. You walked up the carpeted stairs and opened the door to the steamy bathroom. You quickly peel off the dirty clothing and sink into the warm water.

About 15 minutes later you hear a knock on the door. You sink down deeper into the flower-scented bubbles and mutter “Come in.” Tino opens the door just enough to reach in and places a bundle of clothing on the nearby counter and says from behind the door “Dinners ready, you can come down whenever you like.” Then shutting the door and leaving. Once he leaves you sit back up and decide you are clean, and you were much hungrier than you thought. 

You drain the bath and dry off then walk over to the neat pile of clothes on the counter. When you unfold it you see a long sleeve white cotton t-shirt, a white cotton robe, and some of the fluffiest red and green pajama bottoms you have ever felt. They fit just fine, just a little big but you don’t mind.