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Sweden X Yoh: What about mine? (Drabble)
I huffed and panted, resting my hands on my legs. That stupid Dane...! I had to give it to him, he knew how to run away and run fast. That idiot managed to lose me.
I saw Sweden coming out from the kitchen with a glass of water. He knew me so well it was scary sometimes. He must have known that I wouldn't be able to get ahold of Denmark and exhaust myself in the chase.
He held out the glass to me silently. I straightened myself and thankfully accepted it before quickly downing the contents.
"... Better?"
I nodded. "Much. Thanks, papa."
"Mm."
It was quiet for a moment before he decided to speak up again.
"... What about mine?" he asked bluntly in that baritone voice of his.
I quirked a brow in confusion, having no idea what he was talking about. The Swede realized he wasn't clear enough and expanded his question.
"... What about my song?"
"Ah! Now I get it. I've listened to it and I really like it. At first the intro made me think they had given you the march song instead of Germany, but when the song really started I was pleasantly surprised that you had been given such a gentle song.
The music alone fits you perfectly. At first it might seem rough, but then it softens and is just a joy to the ears. It's just like you, papa. You might have a scary exterior, but once you get past that you're a very gentle guy." I gave him a warm smile.
He was stunned and could only place one of his big hands on my head, ruffling my hair just a little bit, before collecting himself enough to give me one of his, oh so rare, smiles.
"... Thank you. 'm glad."
I saw Sweden coming out from the kitchen with a glass of water. He knew me so well it was scary sometimes. He must have known that I wouldn't be able to get ahold of Denmark and exhaust myself in the chase.
He held out the glass to me silently. I straightened myself and thankfully accepted it before quickly downing the contents.
"... Better?"
I nodded. "Much. Thanks, papa."
"Mm."
It was quiet for a moment before he decided to speak up again.
"... What about mine?" he asked bluntly in that baritone voice of his.
I quirked a brow in confusion, having no idea what he was talking about. The Swede realized he wasn't clear enough and expanded his question.
"... What about my song?"
"Ah! Now I get it. I've listened to it and I really like it. At first the intro made me think they had given you the march song instead of Germany, but when the song really started I was pleasantly surprised that you had been given such a gentle song.
The music alone fits you perfectly. At first it might seem rough, but then it softens and is just a joy to the ears. It's just like you, papa. You might have a scary exterior, but once you get past that you're a very gentle guy." I gave him a warm smile.
He was stunned and could only place one of his big hands on my head, ruffling my hair just a little bit, before collecting himself enough to give me one of his, oh so rare, smiles.
"... Thank you. 'm glad."
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Here's the little follow up to my previous drabble - Denmark X Yoh: Stupid Dane (Drabble). This is what happened afterwards, and it features my thoughts about Sweden's new character song. I wrote it on my way to Gothemburg as well. XD That weekend I wrote a few drabbles~
Disclaimer:
I don't own Hetalia
I don't own the song
but I own my opinions and this story.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Hetalia
I don't own the song
but I own my opinions and this story.