[Log]
WHO: Sweden & Finland
WHAT: Someone declares a vow of celibacy
WHEN: 09/26/09, After Sweden had this convo with Mihashi
WHERE: Their bedroom on the Bloody Bunny Battle
WHY: Because corrupting your 'children' is srs bidness, plus boredom leads to lazily written entertainment? IDK
After having learned the truth behind Mihashi's nervous and upset state, Sweden started on the trek towards the room he shared with his 'wife'. Only by the time he got halfway there he was kind of wishing he hadn't asked Mihashi anything at all due to the extreme embarrassment he had been feeling ever since. Not to mention he was almost positive a talk with Finland wouldn't exactly help to ease his troubles.
Finland, on the other hand, had been calmly chilling in their room. As much of an experience as it had been, he was glad to be back to his regular guy form. He had also noticed there was something odd with Mihashi, and had been thinking of bringing him some soup, just in case he was sick.
He opened the door when he arrived, halfway disappointed when he discovered Finland was actually there. "Ah..." Sweden stepped in, closing the door behind him as he stood nervously right beside it, and made no move to walk further inside.
"Ah, Sweden, you're here??" turned around as he spoke, and of course noticed something off - he is not the waifu for no reason. "Are you alright?"
"Mm..." He opened his mouth to speak but the thought of his conversation with Mihashi just resulted in his face heating up even more. Instead he decided to just make a horrible attempt at lying "'m fine. You?"
"I'm alright..." of course, noticed. It's kinda hard not to when his face was burning red. "Are you sure?"
Nodded slowly as he kept quiet, eyes fixated on his hands. Damn his shy demeanor for making him so easy to read a whopping...five percent of the time.
Well, Finland was not letting this go! He stood up and walked over, grabbing one of Sweden's big hands into his own tiny ones. "You know you can talk to me about it if you want".
Sweden looked to Finland as his hand was grabbed, unintentionally giving him one of the creepy faces that are so common. His sudden inner thoughts were among the 'I should just tell him, it's not that bad, right?' variety although his expression hardly matched.
Even though he is used to those faces, they still take him by surprise most of the time. Therefore, Finland can't help but feel a bit terrified, worried even, over his husband. "Ah... is it something bad??"
"M'hashi saw...at th' conference..." And the creepy face had turned back to embarrassment in all of two seconds. At least he had managed to get it out though. That was a huge relief off his shoulders.
"He...saw?" Finland wasn't sure what he was talking about. There had been a lot to see at the Conference - some of which he wished he hadn't. "What do you mean?"
"Nn" Sweden tried to think of how to explain it without flat out saying 'hey remember when we ran off to have a lot of sex, turns out we locked mihashi in the room with us', and in the process subjected Finland to another accidental creepy face as he considered how to go about explain. "Wh'n we left 'nd found th' room....to...spend s'me time t'gether...m'hashi w's..."
Well, he had another slightly horrified shiver at that face, but it soon turned into panic when the meaning of what Sweden had said sunk in. "He...saw us?" he asked, feeling the color drain from his face.
He nodded slowly, pulling his hand away from Finland's while he took a few steps away from him. "Ev'rything." Just their luck that Mihashi beared witness to their first time together since Finland turned back into a dude. Even if the dress maybe made things a little confusing.
"Everything?!" Finland hadn't meant to sound so...exalted, but he was a little terrified. Mihashi? That would explain so much!!! He couldn't help the glance at the open closet, where the dress in question hung, way in the back. "Oh, no..."
"Nn..." Sweden saw no need to say anything else being he'd already hit his speaking quota for the next hour, plus what more was there to possibly add? Instead he took the time to do a quick inner reflection on possible solutions to this problem of theirs.
Finland went through the same stage, only that, unlike his husband, he talked outloud. "W-Well, it was not too bad, right...? I mean, aside from the dress!! He seemed kind of down about it, though..." he sighed, remembering Mihashi's expression. "M-Maybe... we could give him a talk?"
"G've 'im a talk?!" It wasn't often that Sweden showed any kind of emotion in his tone besides completely monotone and/or possible bored. Perhaps annoyed and angry when Denmark was involved. But desperate times called for desperate measures. "Why?"
"Ahhh..." Finland swallowed, trying to keep his cool. Even anxiety made Sweden's face slightly horrifying. "S-So he understands we're not angry at him!! And to, uhm, make sure he is alright?"
Okay, Finland made sense and Sweden technically found it hard to argue with that logic but he was almost positive he wouldn't be able to handle another conversation where the issue got brought up. So he presented his idea, "M'ybe we should...st'p...y'know...f'r awhile"
Finland blinked once. Twice. Three times, not sure he had understood properly. "I'm... I'm sorry?"
Sweden didn't speak again, instead he choose to convey all his thoughts and emotions on the matter through a simple glance in Finland's direction. He hoped he got his point across, not having wanted to actually explain it out loud.
Of course, that was more than enough to convey Sweden's feelings, much to Finland's chagrin. "Ah... but... why??" If he was completely honest, he hoped it didn't have to come to that.
Gives Finland a look that says 'what if someone happens to walk in, it's not like all the places have locks, look where locks got us in the first place, and some of the crew is pretty nosey'
"But that hasn't stopped us before...!" Finland was somewhat aware he sounded a little desperate. "And how long would a while be...?"
Sweden stood there in thought for a few moments, seriously considering the question asked of him. "D'nno" He wanted to add how there were more people around compared to before, and how this Mihashi thing would most likely bother him for a bit, but he figured Finland knew that just as well as he did.
Of course, deep down Finland understood, even if he wasn't particularly pleased with the idea. He knew that Sweden was somewhat reserved, and if this is what he needed to feel comfortable again, then he would do it. Even if it sucked. "Alright... I understand" he smiled, sighing a little. Besides, how long would it be? Two days?
"Mm" Which translated from Sweden speak really meant 'I am glad that I have a wife who's so understanding of my needs. I'll be fine soon. Thank you. By the way...do we still have to talk to Mihashi?'
"Ah, maybe we should... just in case" Finland answered, understanding everything perfectly. "But we can wait until you feel more comfortable!!"
Sweden figured he'd never really feel all that comfortable with the idea so it was best to just get it over and done with. He gave a small nod in his waifu's direction then sat down on the bed, chin in hand, "Mm..." More Sweden speak for 'Let's talk to him after dinner, maybe I can figure out something to say by then. Or you can just talk to him while I go build things'
Finland smiled, knowingly. He had already expected to be the one to comfort Mihashi, since Sweden would probably be too embarrassed to face him for a while, and he didn't mind. He grabbed his husband's hand again, in an attempt to be comforting. After all, how bad could it be? Two? Three days, at most?
For once Sweden didn't pull his hand away and allowed Finland to subtly ease his fears. But unfortunately for Finland, two days wasn't going to cut it. After a few moments, he stood with a "Nn", letting his hand slip from Finland's as he headed for the door.
Finland stood up right after him, proud of his husband for taking on his embarrassment head on - what a nice precedent for future compromising situations! He finally closed the door behind them as they headed towards Mihashi's room, ready for a mortifying talk.