1. In which Finland is pregnant and Sweden is the father

Finland's pregnancy could so far be described as a peaceful one. She could feel with every fiber of her being that her baby was happy, and that could only happen from being so well taken care of by such a sweet man as her husband.

Sometimes, though, she needed to be left alone. Today was one of those days. Sweden had set to work cleaning up the kitchen and Finland was curled up on the couch with Tove Jansson's Finn Family Moomintroll, possibly her favorite book in the series. She read passages from the book aloud as she smiled down at her stomach. The baby kicked gently; today was another happy day.

The sounds of Sweden cleaning the kitchen stopped and his head appeared in the doorway. "Y'want some ice cream?" he asked.

"No thanks, Sve, I'm fine." Finland smiled up at her husband, finding joy in the genuine concern on his face. "Don't worry about me, honey."

Sweden nodded and resumed his chores. It was barely five minutes before Finland saw him pop out of the doorway again.

"I got some strawberries," he held out a plate of red fruit, "need t' stay healthy."

"Thanks, Sve. Just put them on the coffee table," Finland answered, turning a page in her book. She expected Sweden to return to cleaning the kitchen, but he stayed in the doorway. Finland could feel his gaze, still so full of caring solicitude, boring into her. "Sve," she said firmly.

"Need some water?" he replied.

"Sve, I'm fine, dearest, really," Finland sighed.

Sweden refused to give up. "Want a foot rub?"

Finland sighed. "Sve," she brushed her ashen hair out of her face and continued to read.

"'S there anything I c'n do? I want ta do somethin', jus' anythin'!"

Finland almost laughed. Her husband looked like a kicked puppy, and the expression did not suit the former Lion of the North at all. She gave in and beckoned Sweden over with a wave of the hand. "Come sit with your wife and baby," she said sweetly. Sweden snuggled up to her, an arm curled around her slender shoulders, his other hand resting on her engorged abdomen.

"Y'know I love ya," Sweden said quietly, "both of ya."

Finland laughed and kissed her husband's strong jaw. "Oh, Sve, I love you too, you soft sod."

The baby kicked gently. Today was another happy day.

AN: I've been craving some domestic fluff after reading way too many turbulent fics... Also I really like drabbles.
I hope you enjoy this!