Finland woke up to someone licking at him. He blinked into consciousness feeling sore and extremely sensitive to the heavy weight on top of him.
"Han'tam'g'."
The weight was suddenly off him and the puppy began to whimper as Sweden picked her up.
"Berwald?" Finland blinked, sitting up in bed. "Are you okay? Did I oversleep?
"No," Sweden replied, putting the dog at the end of the bed and pulling the laptop into his lap. "Is snowed in."
Finland frowned. Sweden was wearing a old jumper and a pair of trackpants. He pulled the blanket up towards him. His chest was sore. Really sore.
"Was that a dream?!" he yelped, finding his smooth flat chest, smaller nipples and well, no roundness.
Berwald looked to him over his glasses. "Wh't?"
Finland slinked back into the sheets, lacing his hands over her chest.
"N... nothing."
Sweden sighed and nestled into the bed. He typed a little as Hanatamago jumped up to cuddle in with Finland again. Sweden pulled up his emails and clicked on a new email from his brother, Norway.
To: Sweden From: Norway Text:
Again. So sorry. Denmark got into the potions. Thought it would be funny. I'm killing him after he comes home from work.
Again. So sorry.
Sweden replied a short response.
"OK."
Beside him, Finland sighed.
"I'm hungry. I could really go for that leftover pasta bake Feliciano gave us. Do you want some?" Finland grabbed his robe from the wardrobe and wrapped it around. Hanatamago nipped at his heels and followed him out from the bedroom.
Sweden sighed, nestled into the bed again and began to download the next episode of Game of Thrones.
A glimmer caught his eye - the opened bottle of lube discarded on the floor . He leaned over quickly, swiped it and shoved it back in the drawer.
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(Anonymous) 2014-08-28 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)"Han'tam'g'."
The weight was suddenly off him and the puppy began to whimper as Sweden picked her up.
"Berwald?" Finland blinked, sitting up in bed. "Are you okay? Did I oversleep?
"No," Sweden replied, putting the dog at the end of the bed and pulling the laptop into his lap. "Is snowed in."
Finland frowned. Sweden was wearing a old jumper and a pair of trackpants. He pulled the blanket up towards him. His chest was sore. Really sore.
"Was that a dream?!" he yelped, finding his smooth flat chest, smaller nipples and well, no roundness.
Berwald looked to him over his glasses. "Wh't?"
Finland slinked back into the sheets, lacing his hands over her chest.
"N... nothing."
Sweden sighed and nestled into the bed. He typed a little as Hanatamago jumped up to cuddle in with Finland again. Sweden pulled up his emails and clicked on a new email from his brother, Norway.
To: Sweden
From: Norway
Text:
Again. So sorry. Denmark got into the potions. Thought it would be funny. I'm killing him after he comes home from work.
Again. So sorry.
Sweden replied a short response.
"OK."
Beside him, Finland sighed.
"I'm hungry. I could really go for that leftover pasta bake Feliciano gave us. Do you want some?" Finland grabbed his robe from the wardrobe and wrapped it around. Hanatamago nipped at his heels and followed him out from the bedroom.
Sweden sighed, nestled into the bed again and began to download the next episode of Game of Thrones.
A glimmer caught his eye - the opened bottle of lube discarded on the floor . He leaned over quickly, swiped it and shoved it back in the drawer.