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8DDDD HAPPY V-DAY HAILEY ~~ HAHA MORE SUFIN TO COME c;
096. Touched
It always happened to him.
Finland buried his face in the folds of a rough, but blessedly thick, woolen blanket; he breathed out his mouth, trying to catch the warmth, but was bitterly punished when the blanket fell off his face. The cold stung. It always did. No matter how many winters he survived, nights he spent clinging to warmth while a storm howled like a tortured dog all around him; he had a thick skin, but still, he continually froze his a** off whenever General Winter decided to lend him his hand.
But this night was a bitter, horrid one. The cold was like a sheet of ice, heavy, pressing down on him, wind tousling his hair and slicing the tops of his ears. It would be a miracle (not really) if he made it through the night without any permanent loss of something.
Though he and Sweden were running from one of the biggest enemies they knew, they were wrong. Their biggest was completely inescapable.
"Y'c'ld?"
Finland snapped out of his fantasies (he had his eyes squeezed shut and was trying to think of what it had been like when he'd visited the beach in the middle of summer) when he heard the sound. Like a grunt; it could maybe be a voice, sort of, is he focused real hard. His eyebrows folded in question.
"Y'. C'ld?" His companion, the bear of a man who Finland desperatly wanted to look away from, spoke louder, a little clearer. It took a moment for his numbed mind to translate the cut-up Swedish.
"N-no, i'm fine, just..." he trailed off rather pathetically, body betraying him when he went to fold himself tighter within the blankets in, yet another desperate attempt to fend off the cold. Perkele.
"Here."
Finland made a tiny eep of a noise, as Sweden unrolled one of the blankets around himself; he was obviously without, as it was. Finland had been greedy, he'd taken more than he should have yet still he could complain...
A hand, large and surprisingly (shockingly) warm, brushed accidentally against his cheek as the blanket was passed over. Like a poor child getting bread, Finland's hands darted out and grabbed the thing, quicker than silverfish. In no time at all he'd wrapped it around himself; it was warm, very warm (with the heat of another).
But- Finland couldn't help gnawing his lip, as Sweden rolled back over (ingeniously warming one ear, against the soft pad of the blanket they both lay on) and eventually drifted into sleep; he was shivering, Finland could tell right away, even in the half darkness of the full-moon night. He was shivering and it was his stupid worried coldcoldcold fault.
... Perkele.
He scooted closer to Sweden, as if he might suddenly have an explosive spaz attack and wake everyone within a forty-mile radius (it could happen!). Closer closer closer...
Falling asleep with his arms over Sweden, front to his back, Finland was warmer than he'd been in a long, long time.
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