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Title: Two Times Finland Won
Author/Artist: Stalkerbunny
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Finland/Sweden
Rating: First R, second G. :9
Warnings: Uh, well, Finland sort of tops...is that a warning anyway? :3 Also, brief description/implication of sex happening.
AND A REALLY AWFUL BAD PUN. An old one to boot. Eurgh.
Also three biggish pictures, don't know if that's bad for dial-up users ^_^;

Notes: This is my first time writing these two, and here I go taking chances with the characterization, and the drawing style as well, felt like trying to draw them a bit manlier >3>; *cringe*. So...*goes to be nervous in a corner*
Oh, and I think eighties flashback!Finland is too tall. Sorry. =_=;

Summary: Now and again Finland tended to get all depressed about how he never won anything. But he did, sometimes...

1995 IIHF World Championship, Sweden*

Berwald had almost fallen asleep when the doorbell finally rang, long and raucously, like the person ringing it was leaning on it or something. He got up, stumbling through the half dark house. When he opened the door, he was met by a beaming, intoxicated Tino, who was leaning heavily on the doorjamb. And the bell.

"Su-cwan!" Tino slurred and draped himself all over the other nation. He positively stank of alcohol. It brought color on his still pale cheeks, and for a fleeting moment Sweden was reminded of the time before the crash, of his lover in the sharp suits, bringing him expensive gifts and just laughing when he'd asked where he'd got the money.

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Thankfully, there was no feverish gleam in Tino's eyes now, as Berwald saw before Tino flung his arms around him and leaned on him heavily. The Swede stumbled under the sudden weight, even thought Tino was still too thin.

Berwald felt his forehead again, relieved when he found it cool. A bit too cool from the cold spring night, even. Apparently Tino had lost his hat somewhere, and Berwald glared at him for it, his expression saying trying to get deathly ill again, you idiot?. Tino just blinked at him, and swayed closer, his breath reeking of the damn alcohol he'd been drinking.

"Ya'r drunk," Berwarld grumbled, and tried to push the other further away. Then he had to promptly grab him again when Tino started to fall.

Unthankfully, Tino merely used his new space to poke Berwald in the chest.
"I'mma celebor-celeb...having a party!" Tino exclaimed. Then he leaned closer and snickered.

"Do you know why, Su-shan~?"

Berwald rolled his eyes.
"Ya beat me at Hockey, big deal."

Tino sighed and leaned his head on Berwald's shoulder. His breath felt rather nice there, especially now Berwald's nose had shut down from the smell of it.

"Isn't it?" Tino asked, in a quiet voice.

Berwald hesitated. Tino had looked so happy, like he hadn't in a while, not during the last three years. Maybe he deserved to gloat a bit, after finally getting better and...he hadn't won before this, had he?

"M'be," Berwald conceded.

Tino looked up at him from under his messy bangs, his eyes glinting mischievously. He swayed forward again, and when Berwald tried to step back, he found himself suddenly against a wall. Where did that come from?

"Mm, good, now we won't fall over," Tino mumbled, his last words breathed into Berwald's mouth as he pressed closer. Tino made a small hungry sound, and Berwald found himself unable to say no to it, and instead let the other country kiss him deeply. He wondered if a person could get drunk from just the taste of alcohol from another's mouth, because he felt dizzy already.

Tino pulled back and licked at his reddened lips.

"Remember our...agreement?" he whispered, one of his hands insinuated itself inside Berwald's trousers to fondle his ass, while the other tried to open the top button of said trousers. It wasn't going that well, drunk as he was.

Berwald was uncertain whether he should help or leave Tino to his plight.

"Y'r drunk. Stop'it." He told the other.

Tino raised his head to look him in the eye, abandoning his pursuits to wrap his arms around Sweden's neck instead, and pulled him down for another kiss. A hard, bruising kiss this time, his tongue plunging into Berwald's mouth almost aggressively. Berwald felt overwhelmed by such untypically passionate behavior. Overwhelmed by the need it woke in himself.

When Tino finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard and Berwald could feel a painful inprint from his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Which he couldn't have cared less about, what with the distracting tighness of his trousers.

"You lost, own up." Finland said with a sweet smile, and what he really meant was:You want this as much as I do.

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*

Tino, damn him, was humming that song*. Spoils of war, he'd said earlier when Berwald had pointed out it was supposed to be his winning anthem. When Tino opened his mouth, Berwald clapped a hand over it. Tino snickered around the hand, and then suckled on one finger, which was really too much at this point.

"D-don't you dare sing't." His growl turned into an embarrass gasp as Tino thrust in. Despite all the preparations earlier, it was almost too much, and Berwald had to bite his lip not to ask Tino to stop and get off him.

Because he had promised, and Tino had finally won the bet after eight years, and god yes please that was a good place...!

Berwald utterly forgot to feel embarrassed for the things he did and said from that moment onward. Later, he had a pretty hazy recollection of it anyway.

But at least Tino was too busy to contemplate singing for the moment (nevermind that he played the song continuously for what felt like the following year, that was later).

Some jokes were just too tasteless to bear, even from one's wife. Especially at the moment said wife was fu...well, it was just a matter of principle.

*



So short and silly I'm tempted to call it just an omake =_=;
Eurovision Song Contest 2006*

"Do you think they are too scary or something? I mean, the whole of Europe is watching and...some of my people didn't think it was a good idea..."

Finland took another potato chip from the bowl on his lap and munched on it nervously.

Sweden shrugged and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It was just the Eurovision Song Contest. Like Finland's freaks were going to be the weirdest act there. Finland was just overthinking things like usual.

The downside of being really close to your spouse was that after a while they began to hear even the things you chose not to say.

Therefore, Finland gave him a glare and prodded at Berwald's elbow with one salt encrusted hand, leaving a greasy stain on Sweden's shirt.

"Like I don't know how big a deal you make of choosing your performer every year." Finland griped affectionately.

"Let's just watch'it." Berwald sighed.

*

"Huh. Lookin' pretty good. For ya."

Finland shook his head, staring at the television with a disbelieving look on his face.

"No...I'm sure someone's going to catch up any moment, there's just no way..."

*

At some point, they had fallen into silence, the only sound in the room the repetition of numbers, adding up inexorably, bringing the same name to front time and time again. When it was clear no other performance was going to catch up, Berwald finally managed to tear his eyes away from the monitor, and look at the nation sitting next to him.

The flickering lights were painting Finland's face sort of bluish, and it was gleaming on his wide open eyes. His face was slack, and his mouth had fallen open a bit. As Berwald was watching, he closed it, and turned to look at Sweden.

Very slowly, a wide smile streched Finland's lips, and then, quite suddenly, his face crumpled up and he dug his face into Berwald's shoulder. Berwald patted the blond head awkwardly, and made vague calming noises as the other nation sobbed quietly.

Really, he could live with Tino being a bit more predictable, sometimes.

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*


Brief cultural notes for the uninitiated:

1.* I don't really care much about hockey or sports in general, and I was pretty young in 1995 but even I got that it was somehow a big deal that Finland won the World Hockey Championship back then. I guess especially because it was the first time ever. And especially because it was against Sweden. ;)
Part of it might have been the country was just recovering from a bad economical depression as well right then.

2* Song in question would be "Den Glider In." (=It Glides In...no, really. I did say it was a bad joke! :'D)
It was supposed to be Sweden's song, but...yup, we totally stole it. And it was played everywhere for ages. Voted as the best song EVAR in some poll that year, even. =3=;

3* There used to be this Finnish joke, in which the punchline was basically that hell would literally freeze over before Finland ever won the Eurovision. It's kinda ruined now. X9

EDIT: [livejournal.com profile] seaster kindly gave me a link to said joke (in English, even) :D
Thought you'll need to scroll down a bit, to "Finnish weather explained" to read it. :3

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