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I saw Finland sitting in the corner lacking his cheery vibe. I walked slowly up to him.
“What’s wrong Finny?” I asked taking a seat next to him. He attempted to look happy but I shot him down with the I-totally-know-that’s-a-fake-smile look. He rummaged through his bag and showed a little tin container.
“Denmark make pastries every year… and no one really knows what to do with them… I feel really bad for saying this.” Tino admitted. “Matthias is a good baker its just… he can’t make this.” He said opening the container to show a blackened fruit cake. I giggled a bit at the sight but Tino looked to me with pleading brown eyes. I sighed.
“Okay, I’ll try some.” I took a bite and found the pastry strangely burnt and raw. I immediately spit it out and threw my piece away.
“What should I do? I can’t eat it but I don’t want to hurt his feelings…” Finland looked at his feet as I looked around the room for a solution. My eyes landed on a ski hung on the wall and a garbage can. I looked around to see everyone was holding a container from the loud Dane.
“Okay, Tino, I have an idea…” I said pulling him up by his hand and blushing at the contact. I jumped up onto a table. “Alright! Everyone listen to me! We are going to have a competition! Bring your fruit cake to the top of the ski hill!” I yelled. Before I could blink everyone was out the door buzzing with excitement. Finland looked to me with confusion but I had him carry the garbage can to the top of the hill. When we got there everyone was looking confused.
“Okay! Whoever can chuck their fruit cake the farthest wins!” I yelled people immediately began throwing their horrid cakes down the hill. Denmark laughed at how they formed large snowballs and stopped half way down. Tino smiled at his friend’s content. It was a very large man with a scarf who threw it the farthest. Finland was just about to throw his when I stopped him. “We have a catapult.” We angled the ski with the garbage can under it and placed the fruitcake at the far end.
“Ready, (Y/n)?” The cheery Finnish male asked.
“Ready when you are!” I yelled back happily. FInland jumped on the high end of the ski causing the cake to fly through the air, past the farthest fruitcake and all the way down the hill.
“Yes! We won!” Finland cheered. Tino embraced me and my face turned a luminescent red. Once Finland realized what he had done he blushed scarlet as well but refused to let go or let his smile falter.
“I-I didn’t know hugs last this long…” I commented.
“They don’t… but you’re warm and smell nice… like holly and gingerbread-”
“Like Christmas?” I guess and he smiled. I felt a presence near us and looked up to see Sweden. “Hi, Berwald!” I chirped. He grunted in response before covering his eyes and holding mistletoe above me and Finland.
“I w’n’t l’k.” He said with pink cheeks. Tino’s cheeks went red and I pecked him on the lips.
“Eggnog and… cookies?” I guess giggling.
“J-Ja.” He agreed and Berwald walked away. I smiled and Tino smiled back. “I couldn’t resist… I kinda have a sweet tooth can you guess?” I giggled.
“Yeah, you love cookies and sugar it’s kinda easy.” He shook his blonde head.
“Ja… I do like sugar but I also like other sweet things too… like you.” You couldn’t help but “Awe!” and kiss him again.
“What’s wrong Finny?” I asked taking a seat next to him. He attempted to look happy but I shot him down with the I-totally-know-that’s-a-fake-smile look. He rummaged through his bag and showed a little tin container.
“Denmark make pastries every year… and no one really knows what to do with them… I feel really bad for saying this.” Tino admitted. “Matthias is a good baker its just… he can’t make this.” He said opening the container to show a blackened fruit cake. I giggled a bit at the sight but Tino looked to me with pleading brown eyes. I sighed.
“Okay, I’ll try some.” I took a bite and found the pastry strangely burnt and raw. I immediately spit it out and threw my piece away.
“What should I do? I can’t eat it but I don’t want to hurt his feelings…” Finland looked at his feet as I looked around the room for a solution. My eyes landed on a ski hung on the wall and a garbage can. I looked around to see everyone was holding a container from the loud Dane.
“Okay, Tino, I have an idea…” I said pulling him up by his hand and blushing at the contact. I jumped up onto a table. “Alright! Everyone listen to me! We are going to have a competition! Bring your fruit cake to the top of the ski hill!” I yelled. Before I could blink everyone was out the door buzzing with excitement. Finland looked to me with confusion but I had him carry the garbage can to the top of the hill. When we got there everyone was looking confused.
“Okay! Whoever can chuck their fruit cake the farthest wins!” I yelled people immediately began throwing their horrid cakes down the hill. Denmark laughed at how they formed large snowballs and stopped half way down. Tino smiled at his friend’s content. It was a very large man with a scarf who threw it the farthest. Finland was just about to throw his when I stopped him. “We have a catapult.” We angled the ski with the garbage can under it and placed the fruitcake at the far end.
“Ready, (Y/n)?” The cheery Finnish male asked.
“Ready when you are!” I yelled back happily. FInland jumped on the high end of the ski causing the cake to fly through the air, past the farthest fruitcake and all the way down the hill.
“Yes! We won!” Finland cheered. Tino embraced me and my face turned a luminescent red. Once Finland realized what he had done he blushed scarlet as well but refused to let go or let his smile falter.
“I-I didn’t know hugs last this long…” I commented.
“They don’t… but you’re warm and smell nice… like holly and gingerbread-”
“Like Christmas?” I guess and he smiled. I felt a presence near us and looked up to see Sweden. “Hi, Berwald!” I chirped. He grunted in response before covering his eyes and holding mistletoe above me and Finland.
“I w’n’t l’k.” He said with pink cheeks. Tino’s cheeks went red and I pecked him on the lips.
“Eggnog and… cookies?” I guess giggling.
“J-Ja.” He agreed and Berwald walked away. I smiled and Tino smiled back. “I couldn’t resist… I kinda have a sweet tooth can you guess?” I giggled.
“Yeah, you love cookies and sugar it’s kinda easy.” He shook his blonde head.
“Ja… I do like sugar but I also like other sweet things too… like you.” You couldn’t help but “Awe!” and kiss him again.
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So cute!!