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🇫🇮hockey🇷🇺

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Warning: a bit steamy
Ship: Finland x Russia
Word count: 618

Finland felt a bead of sweat fall down against his back as the heavy knitted jumper heated him up. He held his hockey stick tightly as his agile feet flew across the ice.

The black puck in front of him as he played with it in between his stick. He quickened his pace as he held the stick high and used it to shoot the puck into the goal that had been in front of him the whole time.

He let out a heavy sigh as he had been training for the past 5 hours without any major break. Sweden came by about 3 hours ago to offer him a meatball sandwich which he happily ate.

He skated towards the edge to pick up his water bottle and take a large chug. That's when he heard another person walk around in the large room. He looked around quickly as he spotted a younger man walk towards him.

His ushanka being able to be recognized from across the room. His face was filled with a smile as he waved slightly at the other country. "Why you train so much?" The Russian asked with his thick Russian accent.

"Why you no good at English," Finland mocked the youngers accent as he took off the skates from his feet. The pain of training so hard surging through his body as a relief replaced it.

Russia looked at him with a glare before returning to his normal blank face. "You no bully my English," he said with even more broken English than he actually had.

Russia sat down next to the Nordic country with a chuckle from his own joke. "How life treating you?" He asked as he watched the other chug down the entire water bottle. "Ehh, I'm good. Could have been worse," he said as he leaned back to lay down on the ground next to him.

Russia nodded at the other's answer. "America really annoying. Can't keep nose out," he said simply as he leaned back to look at the other country. Finland chuckled as he looked back at Russia, "sounds like him." He said.

There was a comfortable silence before Russia let out a gruff sound. "Let's go," he said as he stood up and helped the other country up to his feet. Finland looked at the Slavic country with a soft smile.

He pulled him towards the wall of the entrance and pressed his lips softly against the other's. Russia was surprised at first but then leaned back into the kiss as his arms went around his waist. Finland's hands sneaking up under the Slavic's sweater.

Russia's body shuddered at the cold contact and pulled away from the kiss as he let a little peep out. "Hands cold!" He said in displeasure as he pulled Finland's hands out from under his sweater. Finland chuckled and pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek.

"Sorry rakastettu," He said as he pulled him into a hug which Russia accepted by wrapping his arms around the other's waist. "Should we go to my place and watch a movie?" He asked as he still held the other country, liking the contact.

Russia let out a little hum in response,which Finland took as a 'yes'. Finland pulled away and grabbed his skates. Then took hold of Russia's warm hand and started walking back to Finland's house.

"You need wear gloves," Russia said as he tried to warm up the other's hands. Finland chuckled and said: "no it's ok, I'm not that cold," Russia gave him a small glare before returning to warming the other's hand.