First-person Finland musings. Funky style is funky.

An intro to my (current) fave Hetalia pairing. I hesitate to say OTP because as soon as I do I'll get super obsessed with someone else. But I love the two east Nordics, and every time I see "Sweden" in the newspaper or my history textbook, my heart skips a beat. mmhm.

How did this happen? I have no idea.
When did this happen? I don't know.
I only know that the frightening man was not frightening anymore.
I only know that first we slept apart and in the cold I would wait until he figured it out and joined me in my single bed. And then one day when I was cold I didn't wait, and I joined him. And then one day I never went into my bed but straight to his.
I only know that I always watched him split wood as I washed his shirts, and when I had once said, "how dangerous he looks swinging a huge sharp object," what I now said was, "look at the muscles turning in his shoulders."
I only know that when he stared at me, what had once been petrifying, terrifying, now made me blush. And when I felt his eyes watching me, I stood a little straighter, moved differently.
I only know that when he introduced me as his wife, I now had to work to keep the traitorous smile off my face, and stood beside him with butterflies floating in my chest.
I only know that one day when he leaned down to kiss me I didn't turn my head and leave him with a cheek. And he was surprised and shocked. And when he pulled away and I opened my eyes his beautiful face was so close to mine. And I had to touch it, to put my hands next to his cheekbones and run my fingers across his smooth skin.
I didn't mean for it to happen. I didn't know it would; I didn't plan for it. But one day he was no longer frightening and the next day he was kind, and the next day he was beautiful.
One day he was my ruler, the next my comrade, then my friend, then my husband.
One day I tolerated him.
The next I loved him.