A SuFin Oneshot

The Mountain

16 year old Tino, coming to Sweden with his parents. They were actually staying near a small village, a place with saunas and dogs; two of Tino's favourite things.

The short Finnish boy skipped through the village, taking his time to enjoy the view. He must've been too distracted by the view, because he knocked over a glass vase, breaking it. The salesman angrily shouted at him, Tino desperately tried to calm him down, while both speaking different languages.

A nice English woman walking by offered to translate, Tino knew a bit of English so that was good.

"He says you must pay for the vase. About 20 pounds? I'm not sure how the currency you have works."

Tino fumbled to get his wallet, trying to get out of the situation as fast as he possibly could. It wasn't there. The wallet, which contained all his money wasn't there.

His parents were so going to kill him.

Tino felt like crying, it was embarrassing, the salesman couldn't get his money back, he lost all his money, the nice lady was waiting for his response, and he didn't have his wallet.

He was on the verge of tears when a tall figure stepped up to the scene. The figure was a tall blond man with a fierce blue stare, enough to scare anyone out of their minds.

The nice lady looked terrified, clutching her long blonde pigtails. But she still translated for them.

The frightening man paid for Tino, saving him from tears.

"Thank you!"

Tino thanked him in English, hoping he would understand. Luckily, he did.

"It's ok."

He said shortly, and they walked away in silence. Neither of them really intended to, but they somehow ended on a hill near the house Tino's parents rented. It was a beautiful place, you could see the village, and the mountains that surrounded.

Flowers of many sorts grew there, spring had came and it was nearly summer. Though it wasn't the warmest in Sweden, it was still beautiful, at least to Tino.

He sat down on a grassy patch, admiring the view. The frightening man sat down beside him, not saying anything. Tino felt like he needed to know his name. But due to the awkward silence, all he could do was stretch out a hand.

"Tino."

"Berwald."

Well, Berwald didn't shake his hand. But that's what people do to introduce themselves right? But he didn't!

Tino was in a state of deep, deep embarrassment and panic, his hand was still outstretched, waiting for something. His face heated up in the embarrassing moments, and he still wasn't taking his hand back. Berwald pushed his hand away, embarrassing Tino even more.

"Well, I gotta go!"

Tino announced a while later, as it was getting dark. Berwald offered to walk him home, which he accepted happily. Tino noticed during the walk how Berwald didn't smile, laugh or show any signs of happiness. Maybe it was just a bad day? He hoped to see the Swedish man smile the day after or anytime really, he looked angry and terrifying mostly.

When they were outside Tino's house and the door opened, he realised his enthusiastic cousin Mathias was also there. Berwald seemed to-

He seemed to-

Be neutral with his presence? Tino looked for any sort of emotion in his eyes, finding nothing but emotionless, stunning blue eyes.

Yeah, stunning-