It was dark at first, as if he was looking at something unpleasant but it passed quickly and Finland thought he saw a moment of realization in Sweden’s eyes. Of course, it happened so long ago, and was such a brief moment, that there is no way he could be sure about it but that’s what it looked like to him and that’s what Finland still believes he saw.
He had finished that trade-negotiation faster than usually.
Then things started to move fast. Suddenly he heard that Sweden had a king, and that he worshipped some new God.
One God.
Well, Finland would’ve been fine with that but it seemed that suddenly Sweden came to visit him more and more often. And usually they ended up talking about Sweden’s new religion and he always tried to persuade Finland to join him. Let go of his own habits and start doing things his way.
Finland didn’t want to anger Sweden so he always let him talk, and at times, even accepted the new customs. But he still held his old beliefs even when slowly accepting the new ones.
-I wonder where I would be now if I knew how it would end?-
Finland meets a river and turns right, starting to walk alongside the running water, picking up a stick and starting to carve it with his knife, not paying too much attention to what he’s doing.
-Then there was Russia-san too..-
He sighs and throws the stick away
-We always just fight, don’t we?-
Russia had found the same God as Sweden had but they seemed to not agree on things concerning their religion. Finland didn’t really know about these things back then but he was stuck between these two who suddenly wanted him ‘on their side’.
Russia wasn’t as discreet as Su-san had been first.
He was young too and Finland got into more than one fight with him. Both had their share of injuries but it started to look like Russia was getting the upper hand.
Finland was tired.
Around that time Su-san came for a visit again
Finland was home, just after another fight with the Russian, ready to examine the wounds he got this time when he heard a knock on the door.
-It’s him again. Not the best timing…-
Finland walked to the door and talked through it
“Su-san? I am sorry but could you come again some other day? Now is not the best time…”
He waited for an answer and leaned against the door when he heard the familiar low and gruff voice
“…..what’s th’ m’tter?”
Finland closed his eyes and opened them again, glancing at the bloody stain covering the left side of his shirt.
“I’m just a bit busy. I had to deal with that Novgorodian again today and I want to rest a bit.”
He waited for an answer that came fast, as expected.
“What did h’ do? Let m‘ in.”
Sweden’s voice was the same as always but somehow he sounded a bit more determined now.
“I’m fine, It was just another fight. I just don’t want visitors now. Sorry.”
Finland knew that Sweden wasn’t in good terms with Russia at that time and he understood the anger but he really didn’t need the powerful Swede with him in this state, the Swede who became increasingly demanding every time he visited him.
“……let me ‘n now ‘r I‘ll kick down th‘ door”
Finland blinked. -What…?-
“’m serious”
“Alright, alright!”
Finland shouted and unlocked the door, stepping back.
Sweden stepped inside and stared down on Finland, noticing the wound and frowning.
Finland threw a quick and frightened look at Sweden before turning to go to his room to get something to defend himself if necessary. He didn’t manage to even take few steps before he felt Sweden’s large and strong hand grab his shoulder, yanking him back.
“Nej. Stay ther‘.”
Sweden had now pulled Finland against himself and held his arm around the bleeding and slowly panicking man.
Finland struggled a bit and forgot he had a gaping wound that made him wince again when he moved around.
Sweden heard the wince and held him tighter
“Stop mov’ng, ‘m not gonn’ hurt you.”
Finland stopped and tried to calm himself down. He felt the strong hands wrapped around himself and a much larger body than his pressed against his back. He knew struggling wouldn’t help now.
“……..will you let go?”
Sweden’s response came after a while of waiting, his hold not loosening yet.
“If you promis’ not t’ run off.”
Finland inhaled deeply and decided it’s better to listen to what he says unarmed than be trapped like this.
“I promise.”
Sweden nodded and Finland felt him let go of him. He sighed in relief quietly and slowly turned to look at the taller man, waiting for him to speak.
“Let’s sit down?”
Sweden didn’t wait for an answer and grabbed Finland’s arm, not too tightly, and pulled him with him to the furs on the corner and sat down on the floor on top of them.
Finland did the same, he didn’t want this visit last too long and he thought that it would end sooner if he just did what the other man said. He turned to look at the Swede and waited for him to open his mouth first.
Sweden stared at the Finn with his piercing eyes for a moment that seemed forever before opening his mouth.
“I can prot’ct you. From the Novgorodi’n.”
Finland blinked and looked up with a slightly surprised face, then Sweden continued.
“If you forg’t your pag’n God’s ‘nd only serv’ und’r one, real God.”
Finland stared at Sweden, he should’ve guessed, nothing came for free. He wasn’t ready to do what Sweden told him to do, no, not at all. He loved his Gods and didn’t want to abandon them to make room for this new one that Sweden worshipped.
But he was feeling weak, he’d lose against the Novgorodian if he had to fight alone.
Finland made his decision.
“……Very well.”
He stared at the ground and continued.
“What will you do if I do as you say?”
Finland had no way of knowing how Sweden had reacted to him agreeing to this so easily because he didn‘t look up, and not even his voice gave off any emotion when he talked again
“First you need t’ stop all trad’ng with him. ‘nd if he still does s‘mthing, I‘ll c‘me for your aid.”
-Well that’s all that I can ask for now..-
The smaller man nodded slowly and lifted his gaze.
“Then it’s a deal.”
Standing up, he noticed that the Swede didn’t try to stop him. He walked to the door, opening it and turning to look at the man who still sat on the furs.
“Can I ask you to leave now? I’m tired and need rest.”
Sweden didn’t say anything, just stood up and walked to Finland, glancing at him before stepping outside.
“God bless you”
Finland bowed slightly, not saying anything and closed the door, listening to the heavy footsteps before they disappeared completely.
Finland stops when he finally arrives at the spot he was searching for all along. It’s a huge rock, bigger than any of the ones inside the forest, standing at the edge of a meadow.
He smiles and starts to climb on top of it, knowing how to get there the easiest way.
Once on top of the rock, he stares at the sight in front of him, the meadow opens in front of him like a huge green sheet, behind it glimmers a lake, sky is blue and white clouds are moving fast through it because of the strong wind that is blowing.
It messes up Finland’s hair and makes his eyes teary. But he smiles and lets the wind blow over him, enjoying the feeling wholeheartedly.
-It’s the same too.-
He sits down on the rock and starts to tune his kantele.
Finland did as Sweden told him to do. At least some parts of it. He stopped all trading with the Russian, therefore he didn’t have to see him and they didn’t end up fighting. Finland still feared that it wasn’t going to last long like this.
The part of forgetting his Gods, well, that was different. He started to adapt even more customs from this ‘Catholic Church’ than he did before and on the outside, everything seemed like he did exactly as he was told.
But when Finland was alone, where he knew no one could see him, he talked to his own Gods, performed rituals for their honor and even sacrificed for them.
It was risky but Finland just wasn’t ready to let go yet.
He should’ve known better, he was so naïve.
One night he had put away his cross and had taken out the things he needed to perform a certain ritual. He was on high moods because this one was for the king of the forest. He had even hanged a bear-claw around his neck.
He was completely ready to start when he heard a familiar firm knock on his door.
He felt his blood freeze.
-No way…-
“Finland? Come open th’ door.”
-This is bad-.
Finland didn’t move, he couldn’t. He felt his heart pound so loudly in his ears he was amazed he was capable of hearing anything else.
But he did hear the knock again and it was the most horrible sound he knew.
“Finland?”
-This is really bad.-
There was no way he could hide everything he had taken out, he saw the cross he usually had around his neck lying on the floor. It was too far.
“Come open th’ door Finland.”
He couldn’t move.
He couldn’t do anything.
And then Sweden was there.
Finland didn’t know how he had gotten in and didn’t even care, all he knew was that he wanted to escape. But at the same time he was too numb to move.
Sweden stared at the Finn for a moment that felt like it was all of the time in the world.
“…What’s th’s?”
Finland wanted to laugh, Sweden knew what this was. This was a growing empire staring at a small nation who had just violated their mutual agreement.
This was Finland, who didn’t keep his part of the deal, and Sweden, who had just caught him red handed.
Sweden closed the door slowly and started to walk towards Finland.
-MOVE! You need to move, need to kill him! Before he….-
But Finland didn’t move, just stared as Sweden stopped right in front of him. The Swede immediately disarmed him, took his knife out of it’s sheath and yanked off the bear-claw he had hanged around his neck instead of the cross.
He then proceeded to grab the smaller male’s chin, forcing him to look up.
“And it’s not wha’ we ‘greed upon.”
Finland gulped, Sweden was right, it wasn’t. But…
“I don’t want to die.”
Sweden frowned slightly, not letting go of Finland’s chin.
“I’m not gonn’ kill you.”
Not sure what to think, what to feel, Finland stared at Sweden, eyes wide.
“Then what….”
“You come with m‘. “
After saying that, Sweden grabbed Finland’s wrist so tight it hurt and started to walk towards Finland’s bedroom with quick steps. At that moment Finland knew what he had meant and he felt a whole knew fear fill him.
“EI!”
He screamed and let himself fall on the floor, forcing Sweden to stop.
“No, no, no, no…Please no.”
Sweden just stared at him before lifting him up like he was nothing and proceeded to carry him to the bedroom. There he threw the struggling Finn on the bed and strike him across the face with the back of his hand.
“You’re ‘n no position t’ beg.”
He said and took both of Finland’s wrists into his tight hold, kneeing him on the stomach.
Not this.
Finland bent in half and coughed, giving Sweden an opportunity to force him on his back, moving to sit on his thighs, making it impossible for him to move with the Swede still holding both of his hands.
“This needs t’ be done.”
He looked at the Finn with his normal expression, not showing any emotion on the outside, if he even had them. Finland didn’t say anything, just struggled until that earned him another blow, now Sweden’s elbow against his ribs.
It made him cough and wheeze and he thought something had broken.
Sweden didn’t seem to care about this and Finland thought that he must’ve done this before, of course it wouldn’t move him even if he was hurt. He just released his other hand, capturing both of Finland’s wrists in one of his huge hands and started to unbuckle his belt, binding the Finn’s wrists together with it once he has taken it off.
He tied it around the bed head too, leaving his own hands free to do whatever he wanted while Finland was now at his most vulnerable, not able to even struggle anymore.
-He’s going to do it. He’s really going to do it.-
Finland just stared at the Swede but Sweden didn’t look him in the eye. He started to strip off Finland’s shirt, then took off his belt, slid him out of his pants and stared back at the now completely naked male.
Finland turned his head away and squeezed his eyes shut. He was sure now that he had no hopes of getting out of this but he wasn’t going to let Sweden see how it made him feel. He had begged just minutes before but now it would have to stop. He would take whatever was coming to him.
Sweden didn’t wait or do anything unnecessary, Finland heard him slide off his cape and strip himself from that fancy armor of his.
Then he felt something slick and cold on his entrance that made him flinch.
It was Sweden’s fingers, apparently he had some oil or grease or some other liquid because now his fingers were soaked with something cold and wet and he pushed them inside of him, one by one, without saying a word or showing any emotion even in his movements. Finland tried to control his trembling and any noise that tried to escape his throat.
-Is this man capable of feeling anything at all?-
After what felt like four fingers were in, Sweden started to move them inside of him and pulled them half way out before pushing them back in.
It felt awful. It felt unpleasant. It felt downright horrible.
Sweden pulled his fingers out with a sickening noise after he seemed to think that this was enough preparation and Finland felt him shift on the bed and pull his hips up, positioning himself and… …and then he was pushing in.
At that point Finland couldn’t keep quiet anymore and cried out, feeling like he was going to break in half.
Finland had never felt anything like it.
The bigger man continued to push deeper until he pulled almost completely out and slammed back inside of him, with a force that made the Finn’s breathing become uneven and forced, the pain making the first tears come out and flow down his cheeks. There was no consideration or pity in what Sweden did. He just did what he intended to do from the moment he decided that Finland was going to be a part of his empire.
To Finland, it felt like forever before he finally felt the Swede go tense as he gave one final thrust and Finn felt something warm spread inside of him.
It felt disgusting.
Sweden panted, obviously exhausted and Finland laid still, his whole lower body numb with pain and his lower lip bleeding after he had bitten it too hard.
-Get off, get off, get off….-
He chanted inside of his head and after a moment he felt the Swede get up and heard him pick up his clothes. Then he heard the door open and close and finally dared to open his eyes.
The room was dark but the brightness of it hurt his eyes.
Finland didn’t move, didn’t look at himself, just stared at the ceiling and felt too numb to even cry anymore.
-What if he’d just leave me here to die?-
Sweden didn’t leave him to die of course, soon he came back, fully clothed again and started to clean Finland off.
As if it wasn’t humiliating enough.
Then he released his wrists, dressed him up and moved to stand in the doorway while Finland was still laying on the bed, looking at him with a face that showed no emotion.
“….We’re goin’ now.”
Finland didn’t move, how could he when every part of him ached?
Sweden stared at Finland and without saying anything, walked back to him and lifted him up, pressing the smaller male’s worn out body against himself and walked outside of the bedroom, through the big room, outside of the house, away from the little place Finland had called home for so long.
-He’s not even going to say anything…-
Finland closed his eyes and smiled humorlessly.
-He‘s not going to say anything at all….-
Sweden walked on, head held high as the sun started to set.
Finland then felt something cold against his cheek.
It was the cross. The one he had forgotten on the floor. The one with the metal chain.
Finland bit his lip again.
-…I hate him so much.-
Finland stops playing the beautiful melody and looks up when he feels a chill. The sun was starting to set.
-Oh, I better hurry if I want to get out of here before the night!-
He slides off the rock, lands softly on the grass and starts to run back, using the same route he walked when he came here. The forest is darker than before but he remembers the way back so well it doesn’t bother him. And he was never afraid of the dark.
As soon as he arrives at the edge of the forest, he sees two bright lights
-Huh? Odd, to think that someone would come here with a car…-
Then a familiar voice, still as gruff as it was centuries ago, calls for his name.
“Tino…?”
Finland squints his eyes and notices a person standing next to the car.
“You said you’d go t’ walk ‘n the forest ‘nd you always come her‘..”
Finland walks to Sweden and tilts his head, smiling a bit and frowning at the same time, not knowing if he should be amused or grateful that the other came to pick him up.
“There was no need for you to come all the way just because of that, you know. You’re not responsible of me anymore.”
Finland laughs and pats Sweden’s arm when the other looks uneasy.
“But I’m glad you came, I ran a pretty long way and my legs are tired.”
Sweden nods and steps inside of the car, sitting on the drivers seat. Finland follows his example and sits down on the front seat, sighing and closing his eyes as Sweden turns on the engine and starts to drive down the bumpy road.
Sweden glances at him.
“You tired?”
Finland hums and nods, opening his eyes to smile at Sweden.
“Yeah. But this it’s getting late anyway”
Finland yawns and stares out of the window.
“Look, it’s a beautiful sunset.”
“It is.”
Finland glances at Sweden, the silent man was staring at the road, his face didn’t let out any emotion at first glance but Finland had learned to recognize every slight change of his features.
“Were you worried?”
“I wasn’t worr’d.”
Finland chuckles and closes his eyes again, feeling the movement of the car slowly make him more and more sleepy.
-Luckily not all things stay the same..-
Finland falls asleep and his head falls to hang on his side, resting against Sweden’s shoulder.
Sweden smiles slightly, even though few would be able to tell he’s smiling, and moves his right hand to rest on Finland’s knee and gently squeezes, deep in thought.
-He always likes to visit that place, Fin... I remember how he had a house there once.-
Okaaay there it is. I APOLOGIZE for the japanese honorifics, I don't know how something like "Russia-san" got there, forgive me.
It's late in here, I'm tired and don't remember what I should put in here so if something bothers you, please ask and I will explain whatever is bugging you later.
Oh wow. This is just. Really. Beautiful. SuFin is a twisted relationship underneath the surface indeed. The ending struck me as both sweet and disturbing. Sweden and Finland have changed over time to accommodate each other but Finland's house is still not where it used to be.
that was definitely difficult to read, especially such a sweet loving couple as SuFin, but real Sweden wasn't nice to real Finland, was it ... real history is hard to read.
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Beginning of a Syndrome 2
(Anonymous) 2009-07-18 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)He had finished that trade-negotiation faster than usually.
Then things started to move fast. Suddenly he heard that Sweden had a king, and that he worshipped some new God.
One God.
Well, Finland would’ve been fine with that but it seemed that suddenly Sweden came to visit him more and more often. And usually they ended up talking about Sweden’s new religion and he always tried to persuade Finland to join him. Let go of his own habits and start doing things his way.
Finland didn’t want to anger Sweden so he always let him talk, and at times, even accepted the new customs. But he still held his old beliefs even when slowly accepting the new ones.
-I wonder where I would be now if I knew how it would end?-
Finland meets a river and turns right, starting to walk alongside the running water, picking up a stick and starting to carve it with his knife, not paying too much attention to what he’s doing.
-Then there was Russia-san too..-
He sighs and throws the stick away
-We always just fight, don’t we?-
Russia had found the same God as Sweden had but they seemed to not agree on things concerning their religion. Finland didn’t really know about these things back then but he was stuck between these two who suddenly wanted him ‘on their side’.
Russia wasn’t as discreet as Su-san had been first.
He was young too and Finland got into more than one fight with him. Both had their share of injuries but it started to look like Russia was getting the upper hand.
Finland was tired.
Around that time Su-san came for a visit again
Finland was home, just after another fight with the Russian, ready to examine the wounds he got this time when he heard a knock on the door.
-It’s him again. Not the best timing…-
Finland walked to the door and talked through it
“Su-san? I am sorry but could you come again some other day? Now is not the best time…”
He waited for an answer and leaned against the door when he heard the familiar low and gruff voice
“…..what’s th’ m’tter?”
Finland closed his eyes and opened them again, glancing at the bloody stain covering the left side of his shirt.
“I’m just a bit busy. I had to deal with that Novgorodian again today and I want to rest a bit.”
He waited for an answer that came fast, as expected.
“What did h’ do? Let m‘ in.”
Sweden’s voice was the same as always but somehow he sounded a bit more determined now.
“I’m fine, It was just another fight. I just don’t want visitors now. Sorry.”
Finland knew that Sweden wasn’t in good terms with Russia at that time and he understood the anger but he really didn’t need the powerful Swede with him in this state, the Swede who became increasingly demanding every time he visited him.
“……let me ‘n now ‘r I‘ll kick down th‘ door”
Finland blinked. -What…?-
“’m serious”
“Alright, alright!”
Finland shouted and unlocked the door, stepping back.
Sweden stepped inside and stared down on Finland, noticing the wound and frowning.
Finland threw a quick and frightened look at Sweden before turning to go to his room to get something to defend himself if necessary. He didn’t manage to even take few steps before he felt Sweden’s large and strong hand grab his shoulder, yanking him back.
“Nej. Stay ther‘.”
Sweden had now pulled Finland against himself and held his arm around the bleeding and slowly panicking man.
Re: Beginning of a Syndrome 3
(Anonymous) 2009-07-18 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)Finland struggled a bit and forgot he had a gaping wound that made him wince again when he moved around.
Sweden heard the wince and held him tighter
“Stop mov’ng, ‘m not gonn’ hurt you.”
Finland stopped and tried to calm himself down. He felt the strong hands wrapped around himself and a much larger body than his pressed against his back. He knew struggling wouldn’t help now.
“……..will you let go?”
Sweden’s response came after a while of waiting, his hold not loosening yet.
“If you promis’ not t’ run off.”
Finland inhaled deeply and decided it’s better to listen to what he says unarmed than be trapped like this.
“I promise.”
Sweden nodded and Finland felt him let go of him. He sighed in relief quietly and slowly turned to look at the taller man, waiting for him to speak.
“Let’s sit down?”
Sweden didn’t wait for an answer and grabbed Finland’s arm, not too tightly, and pulled him with him to the furs on the corner and sat down on the floor on top of them.
Finland did the same, he didn’t want this visit last too long and he thought that it would end sooner if he just did what the other man said. He turned to look at the Swede and waited for him to open his mouth first.
Sweden stared at the Finn with his piercing eyes for a moment that seemed forever before opening his mouth.
“I can prot’ct you. From the Novgorodi’n.”
Finland blinked and looked up with a slightly surprised face, then Sweden continued.
“If you forg’t your pag’n God’s ‘nd only serv’ und’r one, real God.”
Finland stared at Sweden, he should’ve guessed, nothing came for free. He wasn’t ready to do what Sweden told him to do, no, not at all. He loved his Gods and didn’t want to abandon them to make room for this new one that Sweden worshipped.
But he was feeling weak, he’d lose against the Novgorodian if he had to fight alone.
Finland made his decision.
“……Very well.”
He stared at the ground and continued.
“What will you do if I do as you say?”
Finland had no way of knowing how Sweden had reacted to him agreeing to this so easily because he didn‘t look up, and not even his voice gave off any emotion when he talked again
“First you need t’ stop all trad’ng with him. ‘nd if he still does s‘mthing, I‘ll c‘me for your aid.”
-Well that’s all that I can ask for now..-
The smaller man nodded slowly and lifted his gaze.
“Then it’s a deal.”
Standing up, he noticed that the Swede didn’t try to stop him. He walked to the door, opening it and turning to look at the man who still sat on the furs.
“Can I ask you to leave now? I’m tired and need rest.”
Sweden didn’t say anything, just stood up and walked to Finland, glancing at him before stepping outside.
“God bless you”
Finland bowed slightly, not saying anything and closed the door, listening to the heavy footsteps before they disappeared completely.
He then slumped to the floor and hanged his head.
-No way I’m going to let go.-
Beginning of a Syndrome 4
(Anonymous) 2009-07-18 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)He smiles and starts to climb on top of it, knowing how to get there the easiest way.
Once on top of the rock, he stares at the sight in front of him, the meadow opens in front of him like a huge green sheet, behind it glimmers a lake, sky is blue and white clouds are moving fast through it because of the strong wind that is blowing.
It messes up Finland’s hair and makes his eyes teary. But he smiles and lets the wind blow over him, enjoying the feeling wholeheartedly.
-It’s the same too.-
He sits down on the rock and starts to tune his kantele.
Finland did as Sweden told him to do. At least some parts of it. He stopped all trading with the Russian, therefore he didn’t have to see him and they didn’t end up fighting. Finland still feared that it wasn’t going to last long like this.
The part of forgetting his Gods, well, that was different. He started to adapt even more customs from this ‘Catholic Church’ than he did before and on the outside, everything seemed like he did exactly as he was told.
But when Finland was alone, where he knew no one could see him, he talked to his own Gods, performed rituals for their honor and even sacrificed for them.
It was risky but Finland just wasn’t ready to let go yet.
He should’ve known better, he was so naïve.
One night he had put away his cross and had taken out the things he needed to perform a certain ritual.
He was on high moods because this one was for the king of the forest. He had even hanged a bear-claw around his neck.
He was completely ready to start when he heard a familiar firm knock on his door.
He felt his blood freeze.
-No way…-
“Finland? Come open th’ door.”
-This is bad-.
Finland didn’t move, he couldn’t. He felt his heart pound so loudly in his ears he was amazed he was capable of hearing anything else.
But he did hear the knock again and it was the most horrible sound he knew.
“Finland?”
-This is really bad.-
There was no way he could hide everything he had taken out, he saw the cross he usually had around his neck lying on the floor. It was too far.
“Come open th’ door Finland.”
He couldn’t move.
He couldn’t do anything.
And then Sweden was there.
Finland didn’t know how he had gotten in and didn’t even care, all he knew was that he wanted to escape. But at the same time he was too numb to move.
Sweden stared at the Finn for a moment that felt like it was all of the time in the world.
“…What’s th’s?”
Finland wanted to laugh, Sweden knew what this was. This was a growing empire staring at a small nation who had just violated their mutual agreement.
This was Finland, who didn’t keep his part of the deal, and Sweden, who had just caught him red handed.
Sweden closed the door slowly and started to walk towards Finland.
-MOVE! You need to move, need to kill him! Before he….-
But Finland didn’t move, just stared as Sweden stopped right in front of him. The Swede immediately disarmed him, took his knife out of it’s sheath and yanked off the bear-claw he had hanged around his neck instead of the cross.
At this point Finland found himself trembling.
Beginning of a Syndrome 5
(Anonymous) 2009-07-18 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)Sweden cut him off before he could finish.
“I know wha’ you wer’ doing.”
He then proceeded to grab the smaller male’s chin, forcing him to look up.
“And it’s not wha’ we ‘greed upon.”
Finland gulped, Sweden was right, it wasn’t. But…
“I don’t want to die.”
Sweden frowned slightly, not letting go of Finland’s chin.
“I’m not gonn’ kill you.”
Not sure what to think, what to feel, Finland stared at Sweden, eyes wide.
“Then what….”
“You come with m‘. “
After saying that, Sweden grabbed Finland’s wrist so tight it hurt and started to walk towards Finland’s bedroom with quick steps. At that moment Finland knew what he had meant and he felt a whole knew fear fill him.
“EI!”
He screamed and let himself fall on the floor, forcing Sweden to stop.
“No, no, no, no…Please no.”
Sweden just stared at him before lifting him up like he was nothing and proceeded to carry him to the bedroom. There he threw the struggling Finn on the bed and strike him across the face with the back of his hand.
“You’re ‘n no position t’ beg.”
He said and took both of Finland’s wrists into his tight hold, kneeing him on the stomach.
Not this.
Finland bent in half and coughed, giving Sweden an opportunity to force him on his back, moving to sit on his thighs, making it impossible for him to move with the Swede still holding both of his hands.
“This needs t’ be done.”
He looked at the Finn with his normal expression, not showing any emotion on the outside, if he even had them. Finland didn’t say anything, just struggled until that earned him another blow, now Sweden’s elbow against his ribs.
It made him cough and wheeze and he thought something had broken.
Sweden didn’t seem to care about this and Finland thought that he must’ve done this before, of course it wouldn’t move him even if he was hurt. He just released his other hand, capturing both of Finland’s wrists in one of his huge hands and started to unbuckle his belt, binding the Finn’s wrists together with it once he has taken it off.
He tied it around the bed head too, leaving his own hands free to do whatever he wanted while Finland was now at his most vulnerable, not able to even struggle anymore.
-He’s going to do it. He’s really going to do it.-
Finland just stared at the Swede but Sweden didn’t look him in the eye. He started to strip off Finland’s shirt, then took off his belt, slid him out of his pants and stared back at the now completely naked male.
Finland turned his head away and squeezed his eyes shut. He was sure now that he had no hopes of getting out of this but he wasn’t going to let Sweden see how it made him feel. He had begged just minutes before but now it would have to stop. He would take whatever was coming to him.
Sweden didn’t wait or do anything unnecessary, Finland heard him slide off his cape and strip himself from that fancy armor of his.
Then he felt something slick and cold on his entrance that made him flinch.
It was Sweden’s fingers, apparently he had some oil or grease or some other liquid because now his fingers were soaked with something cold and wet and he pushed them inside of him, one by one, without saying a word or showing any emotion even in his movements. Finland tried to control his trembling and any noise that tried to escape his throat.
-Is this man capable of feeling anything at all?-
After what felt like four fingers were in, Sweden started to move them inside of him and pulled them half way out before pushing them back in.
It felt awful. It felt unpleasant. It felt downright horrible.
Beginning of a Syndrome 6
(Anonymous) 2009-07-18 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)…and then he was pushing in.
At that point Finland couldn’t keep quiet anymore and cried out, feeling like he was going to break in half.
Finland had never felt anything like it.
The bigger man continued to push deeper until he pulled almost completely out and slammed back inside of him, with a force that made the Finn’s breathing become uneven and forced, the pain making the first tears come out and flow down his cheeks. There was no consideration or pity in what Sweden did. He just did what he intended to do from the moment he decided that Finland was going to be a part of his empire.
To Finland, it felt like forever before he finally felt the Swede go tense as he gave one final thrust and Finn felt something warm spread inside of him.
It felt disgusting.
Sweden panted, obviously exhausted and Finland laid still, his whole lower body numb with pain and his lower lip bleeding after he had bitten it too hard.
-Get off, get off, get off….-
He chanted inside of his head and after a moment he felt the Swede get up and heard him pick up his clothes. Then he heard the door open and close and finally dared to open his eyes.
The room was dark but the brightness of it hurt his eyes.
Finland didn’t move, didn’t look at himself, just stared at the ceiling and felt too numb to even cry anymore.
-What if he’d just leave me here to die?-
Sweden didn’t leave him to die of course, soon he came back, fully clothed again and started to clean Finland off.
As if it wasn’t humiliating enough.
Then he released his wrists, dressed him up and moved to stand in the doorway while Finland was still laying on the bed, looking at him with a face that showed no emotion.
“….We’re goin’ now.”
Finland didn’t move, how could he when every part of him ached?
Sweden stared at Finland and without saying anything, walked back to him and lifted him up, pressing the smaller male’s worn out body against himself and walked outside of the bedroom, through the big room, outside of the house, away from the little place Finland had called home for so long.
-He’s not even going to say anything…-
Finland closed his eyes and smiled humorlessly.
-He‘s not going to say anything at all….-
Sweden walked on, head held high as the sun started to set.
Finland then felt something cold against his cheek.
It was the cross. The one he had forgotten on the floor. The one with the metal chain.
Finland bit his lip again.
-…I hate him so much.-
Finland stops playing the beautiful melody and looks up when he feels a chill. The sun was starting to set.
-Oh, I better hurry if I want to get out of here before the night!-
He slides off the rock, lands softly on the grass and starts to run back, using the same route he walked when he came here. The forest is darker than before but he remembers the way back so well it doesn’t bother him. And he was never afraid of the dark.
As soon as he arrives at the edge of the forest, he sees two bright lights
-Huh? Odd, to think that someone would come here with a car…-
Then a familiar voice, still as gruff as it was centuries ago, calls for his name.
“Tino…?”
Finland squints his eyes and notices a person standing next to the car.
Beginning of a Syndrome 7 and Final
(Anonymous) 2009-07-18 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)Sweden shrugs his shoulders.
“You said you’d go t’ walk ‘n the forest ‘nd you always come her‘..”
Finland walks to Sweden and tilts his head, smiling a bit and frowning at the same time, not knowing if he should be amused or grateful that the other came to pick him up.
“There was no need for you to come all the way just because of that, you know. You’re not responsible of me anymore.”
Finland laughs and pats Sweden’s arm when the other looks uneasy.
“But I’m glad you came, I ran a pretty long way and my legs are tired.”
Sweden nods and steps inside of the car, sitting on the drivers seat. Finland follows his example and sits down on the front seat, sighing and closing his eyes as Sweden turns on the engine and starts to drive down the bumpy road.
Sweden glances at him.
“You tired?”
Finland hums and nods, opening his eyes to smile at Sweden.
“Yeah. But this it’s getting late anyway”
Finland yawns and stares out of the window.
“Look, it’s a beautiful sunset.”
“It is.”
Finland glances at Sweden, the silent man was staring at the road, his face didn’t let out any emotion at first glance but Finland had learned to recognize every slight change of his features.
“Were you worried?”
“I wasn’t worr’d.”
Finland chuckles and closes his eyes again, feeling the movement of the car slowly make him more and more sleepy.
-Luckily not all things stay the same..-
Finland falls asleep and his head falls to hang on his side, resting against Sweden’s shoulder.
Sweden smiles slightly, even though few would be able to tell he’s smiling, and moves his right hand to rest on Finland’s knee and gently squeezes, deep in thought.
-He always likes to visit that place, Fin... I remember how he had a house there once.-
-But that was a long time ago.-
Author's Notes
(Anonymous) 2009-07-18 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)It's late in here, I'm tired and don't remember what I should put in here so if something bothers you, please ask and I will explain whatever is bugging you later.
Thank you if you read through the fic and ciao~~
Re: Beginning of a Syndrome 7 and Final
(Anonymous) 2009-08-10 06:24 am (UTC)(link)Thank you so much for writing this. 8DD
Re: Beginning of a Syndrome 7 and Final
(Anonymous) 2010-06-06 02:37 am (UTC)(link)