Universe: Axis Powers Hetalia
Fic Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 600
A/N: In celebration of episode 17 of World Series!
Summary: The wind steals Finland's beret and Sweden is resolved to get it back for him.
"Ah-" Finland exclaimed as wind stole the beret away from his head. He reached for it but missed, fingertips grazing the brim. Sweden made a second swipe to no avail, and he and Finland watched in silent dismay as the wind carried it over a field of softly swaying grass.
"S'rry-" Sweden started.
"No, it's fine, my fault," Finland said, just loud enough to be heard over the wind. He smiled tentatively, but Sweden wasn't looking at him. The taller man's lips were tilted downward in a small frown.
"No, th't was yers," he muttered. Though he and Finland had only been taking a relaxing walk down a paved dirt road bathed in the warmth of the blue sky, he now walked quickly.
Finland watched Sweden's retreating back for a moment then hurried to catch up. "What? Su-san, wait!"
He thought of how silly they must look, a tall man rushing forward with a smaller one following almost desperately after. Finland sported a look of worry; sometimes he just felt so lost with Sweden.
When he returned to the Swede's side, Sweden was staring up at a tree with a thicker trunk than either of the two men could wrap their arms around. Its branches shook and shivered high above their heads, and the man whose eyes were locked on them seemed to be burning brightly. Honestly, the sight scared Finland, but after all the time he had spent with him – little walks, like the one they had been on, helped – he felt that he understood Sweden a little better. Whatever he was planning on doing probably had something to do with the Finn. Sweden was only looking out for him, as awkwardly as he went about it.
Finland looked up at him.
Then, Sweden moved forward and began to climb.
"Su-san!" Finland spotted his little beret sitting innocently upon a tree limb far, far above the ground and subsequently watched in horror as the Swede pulled himself higher and higher, branch by branch. Wasn't he too tall, too heavy, too something so he should climb back down immediately?!
But Sweden didn't hear Finland calling after him. His determination blinded him from the daunting height of the tree. All he could see was one branch at a time as the traction of his boots aided his feet in catching on the niches in the rough bark. And soon, Sweden was back on the ground, the hat clutched between his dirtied fingers.
Finland breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped forward.
"Thank you," he said, smiling and holding out his hand.
Sweden felt his cheeks burn at the unintentional invitation, admiring how the wind blew about Finland's soft-looking hair, how Finland's lavender eyes told of a gentle soul. Instead, he brushed his hands off on his pants and lightly placed the beret where it belonged.
"Ah." Finland reached up to assist him. When their fingers touched amidst Finland's blond locks, Sweden blushed once more, glancing away then back again. His quivering hands found their way to Finland's shoulders. He stared at the other man's face with intensity.
I-I want to kiss 'im…
"W-what is it, Su-san?" Finland asked, though his cheeks had colored a shade of pink as well. He could guess what was on the Swede's mind, and it flustered him.
For a moment, the two men just stood there. A breeze spun about them.
"N-nuthin'," Sweden finally said. He turned and began walking yet again. Finland followed shortly after, smiling uncertainly to himself as he strode in step with the taller man.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Apparently, I started this almost a year ago. Better late than never, right? ^^ SuFin is love~
Comments and concrit are very much appreciated ♥