Oneshots of Whatever (mainly Countryhumans) (Finished-ish)

28 - Cold But Warm In Your Arms 🇫🇮 ☭

Soviet x Finland

Boring.

That's all his life ever was anymore.

An endless cycle of tears, cutting, pain, faking a smile, and sleep. And repeat.

Over and over and over again.

Every day for years.

Until one meeting.

Finland was just staring blankly at the board when the door slammed open, a panting Slav in the doorway.

"I'm here! I made it!" He said, balling his hands and lifting them above his head.

"You idiot!" Finland yelled, tears gathering in his eyes. He stomped over and glared up at the Slav. "You fucking idiot."

Soviet sighed, "I'm sorry, Finland."

Finland opened his arms and Soviet picked him up. "You're my idiot, though," he said with a kiss on Soviet's nose. "Don't leave me like that again."

Soviet smiled, "Never, Finland."

They shared a kiss as Finland shot up in bed. He looked around the dark room, shivering at the lack of warmth.

Ever since Soviet collapsed into Russia and his siblings, Finland couldn't find happiness anymore. Nothing appealed to him anymore.

Food? No.

Social interaction? Never.

Good sleep? Only when it was with Soviet.

Finland laid back down, turning to his side and hugging himself. His arms stung and he cried quietly, not wanting the other countries to know he had emotions. He was the emotionless, cold, tough country who didn't care about anyone or anything.

What a lie.

He wanted his Slav. He wanted to be held in the strong arms of the communist and be told he was okay. He wanted to be snuggled and told everything was alright and he was safe. He felt safe with Soviet around.

But not know that he died.

Finland watched Soviet crumble into dust in front of him at that one dreadful meeting. The one he didn't want to remember.

He stood up, walking downstairs in the middle of the night. He got himself a glass of water and sat on the floor, staring into space.

He heard the whispers of his fellow Nordics in the morning.

"Is he hungover again?"

"I don't think so..."

"Is he okay?"

"I don't know."

Finland stood up and put his glass on the counter before everything went black for a split second and he was on the floor again, pain holding his arms.

"If you want to help me," Finland said, shakily standing up. "Bring my Soviet back." He looked over at the other Nordics, "Bring him back to me."

"Don't you hate him?" Iceland asked.

Finland slammed his fists on the counter, "I NEVER HATED HIM! I love him! After every war and fight in the meeting room, he came back here and apologized! We watched movies and he held me! I finally felt wanted! I felt needed someplace! And now he's gone. I feel useless again."

He pushed by the countries and went up to his room, closing and locking the door.

"You're pretty loud for a small country like you."

Finland froze at the voice. He looked over and saw his Soviet looking at his books.

"How do you even make up a language like this? So hard to understand."

Finland ignored him and ran to him, hugging him tightly. He started crying into Soviet's jacket. Soviet smiled and picked him up from under his arms, holding him close.

"I'm here, little one," Soviet said, rubbing his back. "I'll never leave you again."

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