Title: My Lover Superior (Version 3)

Summary:

Tino was drunk so it wasn't his fault he had a one-night stand with his future boss…

(there would be more to the story than what the summary implies. )

Pairing: SuFin, One-Sided RusFin

Author's Note #1:

First of all I would like to thank my wonderful editor, RawrGodzirra!~

this is version 3 and I have really made a lot of changes with the plot so for those who have read the 1st or 2nd ver., I am sorry but you have to read it again…

Chapter 1: Breakfast at Tino's

(Sunday January 12 ,2xxx 6:24:34 AM)

"When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?"

"What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?"

"I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet.

Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said."

― A.A. Milne

Tino Väinämöinen. That is his name.

He was born of Finnish decent but was raised in Russia for most of his life. He had a father and a mother just like everybody else and lived well off in a large estate in the countryside wherein he was constantly picked on by bigger and meaner kids for his diminutive height of didn't have anyone to truly call his friend. Well, maybe except for his Scottish fold that had the cutest (or rather the most horrible) name ever given to a cat, Mr. Cheese Castle.

However, that was until he met a tall gangly Russian boy with pale blonde hair, bright purple eyes and a cheerful smile with a strange power that could send even the biggest and the meanest of the bullies running behind their tails. His name is Ivan—Ivan Braginski. The two boys immediately became the best of friends. Much to Ivan's delight, and fortunately for Tino, he was not alone. With him were two beautiful yet strange half-sisters-Katyusha being the eldest and Natalya being the youngest of the three siblings.

Katyusha and Natalya was unsurprisingly taller than Tino, just like 90% of the female population, much to his dismay. They were kind and friendly to him nonetheless, which made up for their eccentricity. Katyusha although being the eldest was prone to crying and running around, looking for wherever the three younger blondes suddenly headed to. That proved difficult, seeing that it was hard for her to keep up due to her insanely large bust.

Natalya, on the other hand, judging from Tino's observations (and any other human being who can see), had a very profound (read: psychotic and abnormal) infatuation for her 'dearly beloved older brother'. She could have been a very charming and unthreatening woman, but sadly, she was as scary as she was beautiful. Despite all this, the Finn was very happy to gain new friends to make his boring and uneventful life all the more interesting. At that point in time, his life couldn't get any better. Yet, as the old saying goes…

'What comes around comes back around.'

What a cruel statement it was.

"Rise and Shine, Sleeping Beauty!" The cold winter chill of his poorly heated room woke him up, and more so did the shrill voice of his mother, Irina T. Väinämöinen. Never has it failed to wake even the most sleepy Tino at 6 in the morning. If there was one person you didn't want to be angry at such an ungodly hour, it was his mother. Based from his experience, if he was even a single second late to wake up, his mother would either ground him for 2 solid months or roast him alive and serve him for dinner. Truthfully speaking, the latter seemed more merciful because if there was ever a punishment worse than dying a horrible death, it was being grounded. He remembered crying, like the baby he was, and begging for forgiveness, promising to be a good boy and he would never ever sleep late ever again.

But that was years ago. Right now, He was a mature Finnish office clerk—err… make that ex-office clerk, seeing as he was recently fired from his job 2 days ago. Recalling the memory made him depressed yet again. But think about it-who wouldn't be depressed if one was fired just because of a small accident like setting their bosses' hair on fire?

"I can't think about that anymore." He reprimanded himself. As he groggily stood up from his dusty old bed that creaked every time he moved, he knocked over a few cans of beer just beside it. He sighed.

'Because there is no use crying over spilled milk…'

He walked over the white tiled floors of his dimly lit room towards his brightly colored kitchen in yellow and blue. He clumsily got hold of a small stainless steel pot, filled it up with lukewarm water, placed it on the stove to be heated and finally, filled the pot with fresh oatmeal and mixed them together. As he did so, his mind prattled on and on random things like… 'Would store-bought instant oatmeal still be considered fresh when cooked? I mean literally it's not fresh because it was well…—not fresh. That term should only be used for scrumptious food like grilled tenderloin steak, baked salmon, and teriyaki chicken—!' He stopped his mind wander around as his stomach grumbled. Patting his small belly he chided.

Oh dear oh dear, my poor little tummy

I'm sorry I'm sorry for we have no money

If only I had even bit of cash

The to the supermarket it would dash!

Sighing with satisfaction he reckoned on how he loved to rhyme and unquestionably loved how the playful little sentenced could light up his spirits, even the saddest of times. Then he remembered Katyusha and her silly little rhymes she made as they played in the snow, made snow forts and snow castles with Ivan and Natalya. Feeling nostalgic once more, he reminisced about how he always wanted to build his own sand castle in a beautiful white sand beach with all of his friends, but seeing that he lived in one of the coldest places on earth, he had many doubts that would happen, because Russia hardly has sand and was hardly tropical for that matter.

The bubbling pot of oatmeal puffed out white smoke "Oh fuck!" Tino exclaimed as he immediately held the dial of the stove and twisted it off. He took a silver spoon from his small brown cabinet near the sink and hesitantly tasted the menacing piece of brown sludge. "Well…It's… edible…" he noted, chewing. He grimaced a few moments later, "Oh god! It's fuckin' horrible!" he shouted, realizing the repulsive flavor of his meager meal. He tightly clasped his mouth and sprinted across the room towards his bathroom past his illuminated living area, nearly tripping from the stool that he didn't catch sight of. He quickly turned the sliver knob of the bathroom's mahogany door and kneeled in front of his marble toilet, holding the sides and threw up his food out of his mouth.

"Don't play with your food, Tino! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, don't forget that!" a small voice scolded him as he trudged towards his kitchen once again, a voice he knew was none other than his Estonian friend's, Eduard Von Bock. He looked a little older than he was. Due to his lanky build, he was easily mistaken for fifteen years old, rather than eleven. He was always the nerdy one in Tino's group of friends but was also Tino's best friend just next to Ivan.

At first, Tino thought that it was a pretty cool to have two best friends that are related to one another. That would mean all three of them could become best friends together! Yet, Eduard could never disagree more, since the Estonian and his two other step brothers were positively downright frightened of their Russian cousin.

Tino went to his little refrigerator and looked for more instant food. Sadly there was none. "I guess I have no choice…" He sighed. And went to his secret stash that was just under the sink. "Aha! There it is!" He grabbed the fresh box of chocolate pop tarts, opened it and quickly put it in the toaster. Surely this is one dish he couldn't mess up! He twisted the knob to 5 minutes and sat on the cold surface of his kitchen chair.

As he waited he reminisced of his childhood friends from … there weren't many, the only ones left were Eduard's step brothers Tyler—no... That's not right…Thomas? No… T—Toris! That's right! Toris Laurinaitis. He was a very peculiar Lithuanian with brown shoulder length hair who, as a matter of fact, had a major crush on Ivan's psychotic younger sister, Natalya. The other stepbrother, being Ravis Galante, was a short timid Latvian. He apparently had a habit of annoying Ivan, for most of the time. Because of their timid personalities, the young Finnish boy nicknamed them as the 'trembling trio'. Even though they were like that, Tino still liked the three boys very much.

I wonder how they are and what they're doing, right this moment… The small Finn wondered.

Hearing the sound of his toaster beeping, Tino stood up and made his way to the kitchen, took a small plate and a silver fork from one of his wooden drawers and laid the searing hot pop tart there. Grabbing his fork, he sliced a part of the tart and shoved it into his mouth. He remembered Ivan loving the sweet taste of chocolates, He would have loved to visit them one of these days but seeing that he was fired, he couldn't see how he would be able to pay for the traveling expenses, much less for his own rent. The next payment was next week and he barely had enough money to buy himself some delicious food , much less pay for a month's worth of apartment fees. He groaned. If only he had a job. Even a waiter in a small restaurant would be great!

'Oh Odin! If you could hear me now, just one small job! Please! Or else I'll die of starvation!' he inwardly prayed. ' oh right! And I sign would be helpful too!' he added.

Suddenly he heard the ringtone of his smart phone ringing at the living room. 'Well, Here goes nothing…' he thought as he dashed towards the living room and took the ringing piece of machinery off his living room table. He looked at the screen and showed, the picture of his transvestite friend, Feliks. He tapped the screen and answered his phone.

" Hello? Feliks, uh… what's up?" He asked, uncertain.

"Hey,Tino!~ I, like, totally missed you! I mean, like, when was the last time we, like, partied? Like, it was totally ages ago!"

"Feliks, I went out with you last week, I don't think—" but before he could continue his friend on the phone cut him off

"Never mind, anyway! Do you wanna like, go barhopping with me?" He asked

"I'm sorry Feliks, but I am broke, if you haven't noticed, I lost my job 2 days ago" the Finn knew that he sounded so exited in the phone, but he can't just waste his precious time and money on buying expensive drinks of vodka, even if it was his favorite drink in the world after lemonade!

"Aww! But I don't have anybody to go with! Come on , Tino! PLEASE!" his polish friend pleaded.

"Feliks! I can't! I wish I could but I can't!"

"Just for a little while?" Feliks wheedled.

"You aren't gonna give up ,are you?"

"Duh!"

"I'm gonna go, but to one bar only!"

"Great! There is a bar opening up town! We should totally go for it!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

"I'll pick you up at your apartment at 6 in the afternoon,'kay?"

"Sure, don't be late.."

"Totally won't ! I knew I could count on you!~ Love ya ,Tino!~ Bye !" and at last Tino heard a long beep and put away his cellphone and sat on his couch. He rested his arms on his head and groaned.

"What am I doing with my life?"

TERMS::

Tino Väinämöinen: Finland

Ivan Braginski: Russia

Katyusha Braginskaya: Ukraine

Natalya Arlovskaya: Belarus

Eduard Von Bock: Estonia

Feliks Łukasiewicz: Poland

Scottish Fold: a breed of cat with a natural dominant-gene mutation that makes its ear cartilage contain a fold, causing the ears to bend forward and down towards the front of their head, which gives the cat what is often described as an "owl-like" appearance.

.I'm not sure if this is the real look of the cat because there was like a lot of pictures in the net XDD

Odin: is a major god in Norse mythology and the ruler of Asgard.

Author's Note #2:

Thank you for all the support you have given me! I love you guys!

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Questions:

Nothing happened..

It's just the 1st chapter so.. it will mostly give a brief intro for the characters ,their connections and such.

Why is there a lot of flashbacks/memories?

It will show the connection between Tino,Ivan and Berwald.

Wait—Berwald?

You will get to know berwald's connection with the 2 of them in the future chapters…

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