Crossing [Countryhumans fanfiction (Finland x Russia / Finland x Estonia)]

Part 1

A fragile fog was covering the streets with its blue veil in an early morning when Finland was sitting in his kitchen, watching out through the misty window and thinking. Another sleepless night. He had been thinking a lot recently, yet still he hadn't managed to make a decision. Why was it so hard? Why couldn't he just be an emotionless creature that doesn't have feelings for anyone or anything? Well, he wasn't. He was a human being with a lot of feelings even tho they could hardly be seen.

Finland awoke from his thoughts when he heard something. Someone was at his door. He had a hunch about who it was and moved a bit so that he could see the door. There seemed to be a tall guy, a dark silhouette behind the tiny window. Getting bit by bit more sure about the identity of the person that was waiting him to open the door, reluctantly Finland stood up and headed his way towards the hallway. Not being really excited, he opened the door and right away when he saw the familiar ushanka and red hands put into the pockets of pants, he knew he had been right about the person. Russia was standing opposite him with a slight grin on his face. "Well, come in since I opened the door for you," Finland said with a cold voice. "always so cheerful," Russia slipped, glancing at the man next to him.

They sat down by the table and silence took over in the room. "Well, why did you come here? To sit quietly for the rest of the day with me?"

"You know, I just came to greet the good, old buddy," Russia answered but this time with no smile on his face. Finland observed him for a moment and sneered a bit. "Good old buddy, huh?" he said, "I think you wouldn't have called me a "buddy" in the "good" old days."

"Nah, it's such an old case already... you want some?" Russia continued and showed a bottle of vodka that he had just taken somewhere from his coat. "I guess I'll have to. Of course you had to take that with you so that I can't be sober for one day." Finland forced out a joyless laugh and said: "Give me that bottle, you have had enough. It's fricking half empty!"

It didn't take long until both of them were more talkative. The influence of alcohol drove the two males who had some day hated each other to discuss like old friends. "Hey, you know Finn, you really weren't that bad even back then when we were enemies."

"Aren't we supposed to be enemies these days?" Finland asked and even grinned a bit to his glass. "Okay well, I can say that you totally were bad. No compliments from this guy." A short laugh escaped from Russia's mouth until he got silent again and started playing with the cork of the bottle.

Both of them were quiet for a little moment until Russia blurted, "You must like Estonia pretty much." Finland stiffened when he noticed the name of Estonia's arriving into the conversation."Well that came out of nowhere," Finland said quickly to postpone answering the question. "Well?" Russia required and saw Finland putting his glass down and leaning on the table with his hands. "... I care about him," Finland said shortly exploring accurately the carpet. "Do you care about me?" Russia asked quickly. Finland turned his face to the taller guy sitting opposite him and saw that there was just a dribble of vodka left in the bottle that was obediently on the table. "You?" Finland was confused and tried to understand what he had just heard. Russia watched him with an inscrutable but a bit drunk look on his face.

After a moment Russia stood up before Finland even reached to answer. But he didn't have to. Russia had got his answer from the blush that had appeared on Finland's cheeks. Finland stood up too and felt the influence of the vodka in his balance. Not knowing what to feel, he watched as Russia started walking around the table heading to Finland's side."What are you doing?" He asked looking straight into Russia's eyes even if he knew clearly what was going on. Russia came closer and now he was standing right in front of Finland. "You care about me, don't you?" He said, "Or I mean, you care about me too," he added and came a little closer. Finland didn't answer but neither did he move from the place he was standing. He felt how the heat got just stronger on his face and he knew Russia noticed it too. "Fuck this shit," he thought. Finland wanted it even if he didn't like wanting it. His feelings were so contradictory but now when Russia had started this, he didn't care. He didn't want to be the one who was cornered by the other. Finland grabbed the collar of Russia's shirt and pushed him against the wall. Russia grunted with a low voice and grabbed Finland's arms. "Well, now you know what you're doing."

There was a tiny moment, shorter than a single second, when it looked like both of them hesitated of what to do next. Then Russia released his other hand, moved it to back of Finland's head and pressed his lips against Finland's own. Finland felt how shivers ran through his body when Russia's tongue explored its way into Finland's mouth. Neither of them didn't think about anything else but the feeling of the other. They got tighter and tighter against each other and it seemed to be even like a competition about who got closer. But then something happened. It sounded like something was dropped on the floor and Finland stepped quickly back and turned his gaze to the kitchen door, and what he saw made him feel like a brick had fallen into his stomach. He saw this short boy standing on the doorway watching them with an incredulous look on his face. Movies that Estonia had borrowed from Finland were scattered on the floor next to him. He must had dropped them when he realized what was going on.

It felt like forever. Finland wasn't even sure if it passed seconds or minutes as Estonia's eyes watched straight into his and he could see all the emotions that the boy was feeling at the moment. Finland's hands were still wrapped around Russia and realizing that, he pulled them quickly away. Russia seemed to be a bit confused of the accidental interruption.

"I brought the movies I borrowed," said Estonia stiffly after a silent moment. Finland could hear that Estonia forced his voice to sound stable. He took a step towards the short man and didn't make it to say anything more than "Estonia–" when the boy already turned away and left out of the door.

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Okay should I continue?:'D I already have some ideas for the next part.