The Tale of a Dying Nation

Hetalia Axis Powers fanfic- SuFin

Ch.1- Sickness

Oceanic blue eyes reveal themselves as Sweden greets the morning. Finland's body is arched into his own, their legs intertwined, Sweden's arm wrapped gently around Finland's waist. The first thing he noticed that morning was a a percing pain in his head. His muscles ached, and as he reached his arm out to massage his temple, a wave of nausea struck him.

Sweden carefully removed his arms which were weaved so expertly onto Finland's warm body. The Swede stoop up, a little to quickly however, causing the pain to sear in his head, and quickly made his way to the bathroom. Luckily, he made it, and as he knelt down before the toilet, vomit burst from his mouth.

He knelt there for a while, dry-heaving until there was really nothing it was finally over, the Swede moaned and stood back up. He steadied himself against the cold marble sink, staring himself down in the mirror before him.

Sweden's face was a ghastly pale, and his gem-like eyes seemed sunken. His cheeks were stained a glowing pink color.

He moved an arm up to his forehead. It was hot to the touch, no doubt in his mind he had a high fever. But oh well, there were chores to do and he sure as hell wasn't making Finland do them.

A shaky sigh escaped chapped lips. Sweden turned the sink on and splashed the cool liquid onto his clammy face. He gathered up all the strength he could muster, and walked out the door, and down the stairs.

Once he had made it down the stairs, rather cautiously to say the least, his muscles ached worse than they had previously, and waves of pain engulfed every fiber of his body. Sweden's head was pounding, and he had broken into a cold sweat starting at his hairline. His breath was ragged and uneven, as if every breath he took shook his lungs.

But, he carried on. He went into the kitchen and started on breakfast, making sure to wash his hands as best as possible. He didn't want to end up getting Finland sick.

The Swede would usually prepare something more authentic for breakfast, but today all he had the strength to make were pancakes. He spread jam across each of them, and set the table just as Finland came down the stairs.

''Good morning, Sve!'' The Finn greeted happily, a bright smile plastered across his sweet face.

Sweden nodded, afraid if he opened his mouth he'd vomit. They sat down at the table and Finland started cutting his pancakes and shoveling the soft food into his mouth. Sweden looked down at his own food, and sighed. He had been drained of his appetite, so he merely stood back up and strode out of the room.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! The next chapters will be better, I promise. This is my first Hetalia fanfic (well, posted anyway) so PLEASE! I'm begging you! Please, review this! FOR THE CHILDREN. –serious face-