Seriously, SuFin is my life now.

Now enjoy this crappy little drabble thing. 8D

OH SNAP first Hetalia fanfic, too. BE GENTLE~ (I love you?)

It was cold.

Restless under the crisp blankets, he turned slowly, and turned again. They were stiff and ridged, and invisible in the darkness. It was still late, not late enough for the morning call, but late none the less. In fact, he decided, he could probably see the moon hung low in the sky if he was to leave the 'safety' of his blankets, ice cold as they were. He turned again. How unpleasant.

It was not just cold, it was freezing. His toes where curled in on himself, and he was sure he could see mist hanging onto his breath as he yawned. He could imagine it; icicles on the ceiling above him, ready to fall, the little droplets they produced getting lost on his hair and licking his skin, and outside, the wind howling, a flurry of never-ending white that suffocated the land and chased the stars. Just like his home.

Maybe he would go to the moon at the window after all, before it disappeared?

Creak.

The door opens, but it remains dark. He doesn't move. He can tell by the mechanical-like shuffling and by the sighs and by the calculated steps of a path traveled many times before that this is Su-san and not some thief or rapist or someone akin to that. Su-san was so tall; he wondered if he would hit his head on the icicles above him. Or would he say hello to the moon first, before sleeping? Could he even see the moon through the snow storm at the windows? He did nothing, just breathed silently in the dark.

The bed dips, and he dips, too, and Su-san lays with his back to him, as he always does. And Tino shuffles closer, and closer, and closer. The covers are barely moving with his crawl, those covers of ice, that like the snow, were covering him. And softly-softly, he nuzzles his partners back at the shoulders like a kitten, and mewls. And it always works.

Su-san stretches stiffly, and rolls to meet him, positioning himself where the boy can crawl into his arms. He felt arms snake around his waist, and hair tickle his neck, and he rested his chin upon his crown and pulled him closer. For every couple of breaths he felt against his skin, he took a single one, and closed his eyes sleepily.

And Tino was marveling in the heat provided, and suddenly, the covers were not so cold. The icicles on the roof were melting, and the storm was subsiding, and the moon could probably be seen; if he moved to see it. Loud in his ear, he could hear the beat of his partners heart, keeping him here, and in turn, keeping himself here, and he tried to get closer, even closer still. He wanted to leech off that life, he wanted to get as close as possible to Su-sans heart, and to stay there as long as possible.

The significance? He himself had described Su-san as 'mechanical'. He was scary at some times, too, a view shared by a lot of people. However, Su-san was always warm no matter what, and it amazed him to no end. That first night, when they had run away under the stars, he was warm then, too. How could someone so cold be so warm? The answer was his heart, and that was not something many people beside himself knew.

His heart, which the Finnish boy held.

"…?" It was a sound Su-san usually made when he was asking what was wrong. Tino sighed against him.

"I want to be closer, Su-san." He whispered, curling his fingers around the dense covers. "I want to be closer to your heart than this. Its warm."

"….?"

"I'm always cold when you are not here..."

"... Tha' so?"

"Ye-"

He was interrupted when a soft kiss was planted on his lips, and he blushed madly, thanking God that it was still dark.

"I lov' y'." He heard and felt the voice vibrate all around him. "Y' couldn' b' any closer."

It was true, even the most coldest of people had hearts, and once you reached them, they were as warm as anyone else. And as Tino fell asleep against that heart he had fought to reach, Su-san was oblivious to everything, and simply thought of the questions the boy sometimes asked him, before falling asleep himself underneath the ruffled covers of ice.

The moon appeared at the window, and smiled, devoid of snow.

It was no longer cold.

...8D Seriously, my SuFin obession is great. I really have to stop writing this stuff...

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