Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: Implied Sexytimes. Mild language. Short chapters.
Summary: Kink meme de-anon. Four times that Sweden and Finland want to Kiss each other but chicken out, and one time that they finally do kiss. Arranged into five parts.

The First Night

The moon was full that night; silver light spewing from its round body, giving the dark night-time world a soft illumination. Sweden glanced over at the smaller man sleeping beside him. The moonlight played tenderly off of milky skin and wheat-blond hair. Finland's breaths came in steady whispers; he was finally fast asleep.

Sweden moved his arm, which was wrapped around his sleeping companion's small body, and stroked Finland's face, as softly as possible. He certainly didn't want to wake him up again. While he looked peaceful now, the Finnish man had seemed nervous, maybe terrified earlier. This was understandable. The two Nordic Nations had just fled Denmark's house and had ventured out into the unknown. Alone. Just the two of them.

But there was yet another reason that Finland was afraid, one that Sweden did not want to acknowledge at any time during their trip; but in the contemplative darkness of night, he forced the thought to his mind's surface. Finland was afraid of him. Maybe even terrified of him! He had been ever since they had first met during the Viking era, centuries ago, when they were both younger.

The thought of Finland being afraid of him made Sweden's chest hurt; the little Finn's fearfulness was entirely his fault! Even during the time of the Kalmar Union, when all of the Nordics had lived together; Sweden could only bring himself to watch Finland from afar. He was always a shy, taciturn, man. He certainly didn't want to do something stupid in front of the fellow nation, especially not the one that he quickly fell for after meeting all of those years ago. After seeing Finland's beauty, strength and kindness for the first time, he knew that he was perfect. On top of his shyness, Sweden knew that his was rather intimidating to look at. His gaze was hard and far from comforting, and his height didn't help matters, either. If only he could have talked to Finland more! Finland could meet the man behind the formidable body. He would finally understand that Sweden was not the brute he appeared to be, but a real person with real emotions and real love.

Sweden's fingers slid down over Finland's lips. They were soft, petal pink and tempting. Perhaps, if he leaned in slightly, he could give the man that he had loved for so long loved a secret kiss. Yes, if he was very careful, maybe he would be able to do so without waking him up. Stroking Finland's cheek and trying his best to act like a lover to the sleeping man, Sweden leaned in, utterly nervous. His lips drew close to the others and then fear got the best of him. He pulled back sharply and withdrew his hand from Finland's face. There were two problems with his idiot idea; one, he had never kissed anybody in his life, and two, he might wake Finland and scare him again. Groaning, Sweden decided that the kiss was a bad idea and closed his eyes.

Some day.