[Fic fill] Frukost i Bädd
Title: Frukost i Bädd
Author: futuresoon
Recipient: yumeko765
Characters/Pairings: Sweden/Finland, Sealand
Rating: PG
Summary: Breakfast in bed, SuFin-style.
Knäckebrot. Riksost. Pastejköket. And some grapes, because they were fresh at the market and fresh was good, right? Right. Finland stared at the tray. What else-oh, kaffe. No milk, no sugar. He put it together as quickly as he could-not strictly necessary, but waiting was making him nervous-and put that on the tray, too, and then went back to staring. Right. Okay. He picked it up and went into the bedroom.
Sweden was still asleep, probably because it was still pretty early. No duties of the state today. Finland put the tray down on the bed and poked him in the shoulder.
“Mmf?” Sweden mumbled. He opened one half-asleep eye.
“Morning,” Finland said. He gestured to the tray. “I made breakfast. Well, picked things out and put them on plates. I did make the kaffe, though.”
“Mmf,” Sweden repeated. He pushed himself up and took his glasses from the bedside table, putting them on with the caution of someone who did not entirely trust themselves to get it right the first time. “Any reason?”
Finland shrugged. “I woke up early and, I don’t know, I felt like it. Have some. I’m pretty sure nothing’s wrong with it.”
Sweden looked at the tray. “Okay,” he said. He reached over and picked up the kaffe container, pouring some into a mug. Then he put down the container and handed the mug to Finland.
“Ah-thanks,” Finland said, surprised. The mug was warm in his hands, a small relief from the chilly morning air. He watched Sweden pour himself a cup, and they were in silence for a while, sipping the hot liquid.
Eventually Finland sat down on the other side of the bed. The top of the covers was still cold, but it would warm up soon.
“Did you wake up Sealand?” Sweden said. “I don’t hear him.”
“He stayed over at Seborga’s last night,” Finland replied. “I don’t think he’s coming back until this afternoon.” It felt weird to think about an empty house when they hadn’t had a third person for very long, but he did. Kids changed you, he supposed.
“Mm,” Sweden said. He took another drink of his kaffe.
“I’d say they grow up so fast but, ha, he’s not actually growing up, is he,” Finland said. “At least we don’t have to worry about puberty any time soon.”
Sweden made another noncommittal sound and put his mug back on the tray. He picked up a piece of knäckebrot and spread some pastejköket on it. Finland did the same; he was getting pretty hungry, and kaffe alone wasn’t very filling.
Silence descended again. Not a bad one, though-it’s just hard to talk when you’re chewing, that’s all. Not that Sweden talked much anyway, but.
“I don’t have any plans for today,” Finland said, breaking the quiet. “Mari said she’d call if she needed me, but I don’t think she will. She said everyone needs a day off sometimes, too.”
Sweden nodded. “Same as Fredrik.” Their respective Prime Ministers usually had a lot to handle-especially now-but Nations under too much stress tended to revert to their older ways, and these days it wasn’t considered helpful to suggest invading Poland. So the occasional day off was an accepted thing.
“I thought we could just stay in today,” Finland said. “Do some stuff around the house. The axes need polishing.”
“Gutters,” Sweden said. Too many fallen leaves molding together in there--they did need a good cleaning.
“Right,” Finland said. He took another bite of his knäckebrot. The morning was peaceful and quiet, and the top of the blankets was starting to warm up. It was…nice.
“We should do this more often,” Finland said suddenly. “It feels like we don’t see each other much any more, we’re so busy all the time-it’s good to just…relax.”
Sweden nodded again. That was the problem with Sweden-half the time you couldn’t tell what he was thinking and half the time he just went along with whatever Finland said, which wasn’t necessarily bad, but it didn’t make for interesting conversation. Still, better than Denmark’s constant bragging, Finland supposed.
They continued with breakfast. Soon, the plates were empty and the kaffe was just dregs in the container. Sun was coming through the window; it was warming slightly, though only slightly. It looked like it would be a nice, if chilly, day.
“Guess I better put this back,” Finland said, moving to pick up the tray. He was about to-but then Sweden’s arm was around him, drawing him closer, and he stopped. Warmth suffused the side of his body. He glanced over; Sweden had the same unreadable expression on his face as always, but his mouth twitched slightly.
“Thanks,” Sweden said. It was simple, but just as warming as the extra body heat.
Finland almost wanted to laugh. “Any time,” he said. He nestled into the extra warmth. They didn’t have to get up just yet, he decided.
That lasted all of thirty seconds before Sealand burst in.
“Hey, dad, Seborga said-” Sealand stopped, stared, and immediately ran back out of the room, closing the door behind him. Finland could hear Hanatamago barking in the background. Probably he wanted food too.
“No rest after all, it seems,” Finland said, sighing. He extricated himself from Sweden and picked up the tray. “I’ll feed the rest of the household. You should probably get dressed.”
Sweden nodded, looking slightly disappointed. He watched Finland leave the room, tray in hand, before getting out of bed himself.
Finland surveyed the kitchen. No need to make more kaffe, Sealand wasn’t allowed it and Hanatamago showed no interest in it, but there was more knäckebrot in the cupboard-except Sealand didn’t actually like real breakfast, did he, for some reason he still preferred that terrible stuff of America’s, all sugar and fried things. Finland narrowed his eyes. One day he’d get that boy on herring. One day. Until then, though, he had to search in the back of the cupboard for whatever passed as cereal. And dog food. Honestly, he thought he might prefer the latter.
He paused at the kitchen counter. His side was still warm. Maybe next time they should send Sealand off to Wy’s, that should take a while to get back from. And then--
Finland smiled at the thought, and went back to making breakfast.
Author: futuresoon
Recipient: yumeko765
Characters/Pairings: Sweden/Finland, Sealand
Rating: PG
Summary: Breakfast in bed, SuFin-style.
Knäckebrot. Riksost. Pastejköket. And some grapes, because they were fresh at the market and fresh was good, right? Right. Finland stared at the tray. What else-oh, kaffe. No milk, no sugar. He put it together as quickly as he could-not strictly necessary, but waiting was making him nervous-and put that on the tray, too, and then went back to staring. Right. Okay. He picked it up and went into the bedroom.
Sweden was still asleep, probably because it was still pretty early. No duties of the state today. Finland put the tray down on the bed and poked him in the shoulder.
“Mmf?” Sweden mumbled. He opened one half-asleep eye.
“Morning,” Finland said. He gestured to the tray. “I made breakfast. Well, picked things out and put them on plates. I did make the kaffe, though.”
“Mmf,” Sweden repeated. He pushed himself up and took his glasses from the bedside table, putting them on with the caution of someone who did not entirely trust themselves to get it right the first time. “Any reason?”
Finland shrugged. “I woke up early and, I don’t know, I felt like it. Have some. I’m pretty sure nothing’s wrong with it.”
Sweden looked at the tray. “Okay,” he said. He reached over and picked up the kaffe container, pouring some into a mug. Then he put down the container and handed the mug to Finland.
“Ah-thanks,” Finland said, surprised. The mug was warm in his hands, a small relief from the chilly morning air. He watched Sweden pour himself a cup, and they were in silence for a while, sipping the hot liquid.
Eventually Finland sat down on the other side of the bed. The top of the covers was still cold, but it would warm up soon.
“Did you wake up Sealand?” Sweden said. “I don’t hear him.”
“He stayed over at Seborga’s last night,” Finland replied. “I don’t think he’s coming back until this afternoon.” It felt weird to think about an empty house when they hadn’t had a third person for very long, but he did. Kids changed you, he supposed.
“Mm,” Sweden said. He took another drink of his kaffe.
“I’d say they grow up so fast but, ha, he’s not actually growing up, is he,” Finland said. “At least we don’t have to worry about puberty any time soon.”
Sweden made another noncommittal sound and put his mug back on the tray. He picked up a piece of knäckebrot and spread some pastejköket on it. Finland did the same; he was getting pretty hungry, and kaffe alone wasn’t very filling.
Silence descended again. Not a bad one, though-it’s just hard to talk when you’re chewing, that’s all. Not that Sweden talked much anyway, but.
“I don’t have any plans for today,” Finland said, breaking the quiet. “Mari said she’d call if she needed me, but I don’t think she will. She said everyone needs a day off sometimes, too.”
Sweden nodded. “Same as Fredrik.” Their respective Prime Ministers usually had a lot to handle-especially now-but Nations under too much stress tended to revert to their older ways, and these days it wasn’t considered helpful to suggest invading Poland. So the occasional day off was an accepted thing.
“I thought we could just stay in today,” Finland said. “Do some stuff around the house. The axes need polishing.”
“Gutters,” Sweden said. Too many fallen leaves molding together in there--they did need a good cleaning.
“Right,” Finland said. He took another bite of his knäckebrot. The morning was peaceful and quiet, and the top of the blankets was starting to warm up. It was…nice.
“We should do this more often,” Finland said suddenly. “It feels like we don’t see each other much any more, we’re so busy all the time-it’s good to just…relax.”
Sweden nodded again. That was the problem with Sweden-half the time you couldn’t tell what he was thinking and half the time he just went along with whatever Finland said, which wasn’t necessarily bad, but it didn’t make for interesting conversation. Still, better than Denmark’s constant bragging, Finland supposed.
They continued with breakfast. Soon, the plates were empty and the kaffe was just dregs in the container. Sun was coming through the window; it was warming slightly, though only slightly. It looked like it would be a nice, if chilly, day.
“Guess I better put this back,” Finland said, moving to pick up the tray. He was about to-but then Sweden’s arm was around him, drawing him closer, and he stopped. Warmth suffused the side of his body. He glanced over; Sweden had the same unreadable expression on his face as always, but his mouth twitched slightly.
“Thanks,” Sweden said. It was simple, but just as warming as the extra body heat.
Finland almost wanted to laugh. “Any time,” he said. He nestled into the extra warmth. They didn’t have to get up just yet, he decided.
That lasted all of thirty seconds before Sealand burst in.
“Hey, dad, Seborga said-” Sealand stopped, stared, and immediately ran back out of the room, closing the door behind him. Finland could hear Hanatamago barking in the background. Probably he wanted food too.
“No rest after all, it seems,” Finland said, sighing. He extricated himself from Sweden and picked up the tray. “I’ll feed the rest of the household. You should probably get dressed.”
Sweden nodded, looking slightly disappointed. He watched Finland leave the room, tray in hand, before getting out of bed himself.
Finland surveyed the kitchen. No need to make more kaffe, Sealand wasn’t allowed it and Hanatamago showed no interest in it, but there was more knäckebrot in the cupboard-except Sealand didn’t actually like real breakfast, did he, for some reason he still preferred that terrible stuff of America’s, all sugar and fried things. Finland narrowed his eyes. One day he’d get that boy on herring. One day. Until then, though, he had to search in the back of the cupboard for whatever passed as cereal. And dog food. Honestly, he thought he might prefer the latter.
He paused at the kitchen counter. His side was still warm. Maybe next time they should send Sealand off to Wy’s, that should take a while to get back from. And then--
Finland smiled at the thought, and went back to making breakfast.