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perfectworrytitle: innan jag dig min vän överger
fandom: Hetalia
pairing: Sweden/Finland
rating: K
notes: for my Berwald, who I abandoned when finals started - while I was out of the game, all sorts of horrible things happened to Berwald, and Timo wasn't there to help him feel better. I hope this makes up for it. also, the title translates, roughty, as "ere you and I will be parted, my dear" (or so I've heard); it's from a song on this fanmix, which is fantastic and you should totally download for your Sweden/Finland needs. unlike the last Hetalia fic I posted, this one uses their human names.
"Hys," whispered Timo, running his fingers through Berwald's hair. "Hys."
Berwald's shoulders shook as Timo crawled under the blankets beside him. He placed a kiss on Berwald's collarbone and wraped his arms around Berwald. Timo slid his hands up beneath Berwald's shirt, feeling his broad back beneath his palms.
He felt the muscles there tense and knotted. Frowning slightly, he put a hand on Berwald's shoulder and kneaded it, firmly but gently. Berwald was still trembling as he did so. Timo spoke softly, whispering promises to Berwald in the dark of their bedroom. Only the moonlight illuminated them, silvering Berwald's hair and glinting off his glasses.
Timo took Berwald's glasses, folded them and reached across the bed to place them night stand.
"Don't cry, älskling," he whispered, kissing the shell of Berwald's ear.
Berwald gathered Timo up in his arms and pulled him close. Gingerly, Timo placed a hand over the bandage on Berwald's arm. He bunched up his pajama sleeve over his other hand and wiped away Berwald's tears.
"'m s'rry. It's j'st… it's n'ver b'n th's h'rd b'fore."
"Hys," whispered Timo. "Don't be sorry. It's my fault, I never should have left. Jag älskar dig, Berwald."
"Minä rakastan sinua, Timo" mumbled Berwald, his lips brushing Timo's ear as he spoke. "D'n't ev'r l've ag'n, T'mo. M'ssed y' so m'ch."
"I missed you, too," replied Timo, snuggling up against him. "Try to sleep, kultaseni. I promise I'll still be here when you wake up."
Berwald was too tired to object. He rested his head against Timo's shoulder, and soon his breathing slowed and evened out. Timo lay awake beside him, absently smoothing his hair.
He had missed so much while he was away. When he promised to stay, he meant it. Berwald and Peter meant the world to him, he would never allow himself to be separated for them.
"Kauniita unia, rakkaani."
Timo placed a gentle kiss on Berwald's cheek, and fell asleep in his arms. This was where he belonged, and he was glad to be home.
*
fandom: Hetalia
pairing: Sweden/Finland
rating: K
notes: for my Berwald, who I abandoned when finals started - while I was out of the game, all sorts of horrible things happened to Berwald, and Timo wasn't there to help him feel better. I hope this makes up for it. also, the title translates, roughty, as "ere you and I will be parted, my dear" (or so I've heard); it's from a song on this fanmix, which is fantastic and you should totally download for your Sweden/Finland needs. unlike the last Hetalia fic I posted, this one uses their human names.
"Hys," whispered Timo, running his fingers through Berwald's hair. "Hys."
Berwald's shoulders shook as Timo crawled under the blankets beside him. He placed a kiss on Berwald's collarbone and wraped his arms around Berwald. Timo slid his hands up beneath Berwald's shirt, feeling his broad back beneath his palms.
He felt the muscles there tense and knotted. Frowning slightly, he put a hand on Berwald's shoulder and kneaded it, firmly but gently. Berwald was still trembling as he did so. Timo spoke softly, whispering promises to Berwald in the dark of their bedroom. Only the moonlight illuminated them, silvering Berwald's hair and glinting off his glasses.
Timo took Berwald's glasses, folded them and reached across the bed to place them night stand.
"Don't cry, älskling," he whispered, kissing the shell of Berwald's ear.
Berwald gathered Timo up in his arms and pulled him close. Gingerly, Timo placed a hand over the bandage on Berwald's arm. He bunched up his pajama sleeve over his other hand and wiped away Berwald's tears.
"'m s'rry. It's j'st… it's n'ver b'n th's h'rd b'fore."
"Hys," whispered Timo. "Don't be sorry. It's my fault, I never should have left. Jag älskar dig, Berwald."
"Minä rakastan sinua, Timo" mumbled Berwald, his lips brushing Timo's ear as he spoke. "D'n't ev'r l've ag'n, T'mo. M'ssed y' so m'ch."
"I missed you, too," replied Timo, snuggling up against him. "Try to sleep, kultaseni. I promise I'll still be here when you wake up."
Berwald was too tired to object. He rested his head against Timo's shoulder, and soon his breathing slowed and evened out. Timo lay awake beside him, absently smoothing his hair.
He had missed so much while he was away. When he promised to stay, he meant it. Berwald and Peter meant the world to him, he would never allow himself to be separated for them.
"Kauniita unia, rakkaani."
Timo placed a gentle kiss on Berwald's cheek, and fell asleep in his arms. This was where he belonged, and he was glad to be home.
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