Finland x Reader: The Girl With The Bell

Hoping

No, no, no no no no no! My dad was so paranoid and overprotective, he probably sent out the coast guards looking for me! It'd be so embarrassing, and he'd be worried! I sprinted as hard as I could, jumping around the growing crowd waiting for the parade to start. My dad's setup was this far down the beach, right about.... Oh crap! He was packed up, my brother at his side, walking up to a guard. I put out a last burst of speed, even though I was tired from running through the sand in my shoes. "Dad!" I shouted to get his attention. He turned around, right in front of me. Oh great. I jumped, and midair I threw my legs out in front of me. I landed in front of my dad with a satisfying thump. I got up and brushed myself off. I hugged my dad tight, and before he could say anything, I rambled out "I'm so sorry dad I met this kid and we were in the sand and I just was on the rocks I didn't go anywhere unsafe I'm so sorry I didn't come back later please don't be mad at me!" I rasped the last part, being completely out of breath. I stepped back with a look of fear; this could go really well or really bad, let's see which.
"I..." He sighed. "It's alright. I'm just glad you're safe." My face lit up and I hugged him again. "But next time, you don't go that far away!" Ugh, like that will help anything. Anyway, I wasn't in any trouble. I helped him set up our stuff again and we sat down to watch he boats.
One had a red and gold sleigh with moving plastic reindeer on the deck. Another had a giant peace sign on the mast with strings going every which way. My favorite was covered in rainbow strings everywhere, wrapping around something to make antlers. I wondered which one the cosplay boy liked. He seemed really nice. I wonder if I could find him again? I looked over to the spot where we were sitting, but I couldn't tell if he was there among the crowd anyway. I sighed.
"Come on sweetie, let's go look at the parked ones." Some bigger boats hadn't gone out this year because of low tide. We walked off the beach and down the sidewalk. My dad stopped us every ten feet or so to look at boats parked there. I didn't even pay attention, I kept thinking about that boy. As we pushed through crowds, I looked for him, hoping I could find him again, and at least learn his name. Every time I saw a kid with a Santa hat, I gasped a breath of hope. No, that one was too short. That one had long hair. None of them were him. Finally, we settled on the bridge over the harbor to watch that last round of the same boats go by. I scanned the crowds below, and he was no where to be found.