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Simple Pain of a Complex Love	By : LadyAxis Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What went on between us was nothing to me, nothing at all. SveNor dabble. Rated for conflicted!Norway, and smutty descriptions.

"In a place deeper than gentleness, touching each other is merely pain"

"I…I guess this is it then" Norway said rather softly, his body surrounded by the arms of his union husband, but soon they will part ways.

“‘m not th' one who w'nted t' leave yo' Norge" Sweden claimed "I st'll insist yo’ t’ stay with me" he held Norway closer to heart “I-I need yo’ t’ stay with m’.” (I'm not the one who wanted to leave you Norge...I still insist you to stay with me…I-I need you to stay with me.)

"I'm too aware of what's between us, it can't last…I need my true independence." Norway felt his throat strain, but fought to keep some words in check.

"…Am I th’t much of a both'r with yo'?" the Swede said, his gloved hand lightly stroked the younger nation's hair. "What fa'lts I have, I want t' fix f'r yo'." (…Am I that much of a bother with you? What faults I have, I want to fix for you.)

"I can never give you a clear enough answer Sverige,” the Norwegian paused to look into the Swede’s clearly pained eyes “without causing a deeper pain between us" Norway pulled away from his embrace, avoiding his gaze altogether."I will be in our room until I leave for Christiania tomorrow, I…I need to rest." He turned his way upstairs; without another word.

Norway clenched his hands, of anger or frustration it’s not clear to him, but something in his chest wanted to die. When he was about to open the door, someone lightly seized the reaching hand. Norway didn’t want to talk and let the all-too-familiar presence speak.

“Norge, let m’ have yo’ f’r our last n’ght tog’th’r” Sweden whispered, his arms pulling Norway close to him. (Norge, let me have you in our last night together)

Norway closed his eyes for a moment to reflect on this. His mind questioned why he was so masochistic with his heart and body. A heart that yearned to be loved and body that loved to be touched. Sweden gave and promised Norway his love in earnest and countless times pleasured him before his own needs. Yet still, Norway resisted the affection by constantly demonizing them as a selfish motive to replace Finland for the Swede. But even more still, Norway didn’t even want to believe his own bitterness.

It’s funny to think his people turned to romanticism to progress their culture and ideas to defy the cultural assimilation with Sweden, yet the context of the era was what personally attracted Sweden to him. Norway found Sweden’s outlook of the world similar to his, realistic and varied, at times cynical but not dismissive of hope. Norway even admits he can relate Sweden’s façade with his, being usually quiet nations, both relatively patient, caring of either of their respective colonies, former Viking civilizations of related languages, history, and culture closely affiliated to Denmark. But the key differences regarding Norway and Sweden’s personality was the downfall of their strained union. Sweden was more willing to socialize but overly pertaining to authority, and disconnectedly inflexible of letting Norway leave and develop his identity. Norway in turn generally preferred to be alone, abet too unwitted into being dragged into war prior the union, and an inner, hot-blooded rebel that wanted true recognition. Their union was destined to fall, both of them more or less knew in their individual hearts, though the pain is seldom ceaseless in their own way. Of his inner reflection, Norway placed a hand on one of his to-be-ex-husband’s hands; he decided to be for it.

“…alright, my body is yours to ravage for the night” he said simply, devoid of passion or coldness, just acceptance. He opened the door to the chilled room caused by the open balcony door, Sweden parted from Norway’s side to close it while Norway began to undress, his skin crawled from the lingering cold as each garment parted from him, Sweden returned beside him to undress as well, abet more hasted to be intimate. Eventually, both of them were stripped to nothing, kneeling before each other like countless times before. But from how Sweden scanned over Norway’s body, he still looked like a fawning husband to his beautiful wife.

The Swede reached out to caress Norway’s cheek and letting his well-worked hands wander down the Norwegian’s sides, chest and lean defined abdomen with clear admiration. Sweden loved Norway’s body, during their first union he remembered how much leaner his other had been, how awkward their first time consummating their union in start of many heated encounters, and how each bout of passion still feinted the deeper, true love he wanted from critical nation. As he touched said nation, a hitched breath tried to withhold the stead build of light pleasure trying to escape his lips. Sweden held pain over Norway still trying to avoid pleasure under his hand but can’t help love that he had the capability to induce it for his love; painful words to Norway’s “sense” were uttered to the newly independent nation.

"Du är mycket vacker, Norge" Sweden utter gently before he leaned to capture Norway to a gentle kiss, one of first loving gestures Sweden recalled with his Norway, yet for now a stinging reminder of their parting.[1] The kiss quickly deepened as Sweden slipped his tongue for a thorough first taste, relishing the salty of his Norwegian. Norway couldn’t help but moan from the invasive contact, Sweden was soft and even sweet of taste, but the deepest of his probing easily assured Sweden’s position of influence over his body. The taste was heady to his senses, body even warming him down his nether regions. The effect of the familiar tenderness felt so beautiful to him that it made him ill to still love. Sweden parted for them and pulled Norway closer to heart.

“Sverige, why are you like a drug to me?” Norway wondered to him softly, still in his haze. Sweden moved his attention to Norway’s neck and shoulders, to suck on to the sensitive flesh. Norway unconsciously held on to the Swede’s back, arching his neck in a pleased sigh when the suck turned to a quick, sharp nip that Sweden licked up after. Sweden closed in by Norway’s ear.

“F’nny, I tho’ght yo’ were m’ drug, min kärlek” Sweden mused, he nipped Norway’s earlobe as a light tease. “m’rk me as w’ll, t’ rem’mber yo’ by.” [2] (Funny, I thought you were my drug…mark me as well, to remember you by)

Norway shifted for a better poise for the mark. He licked the skin above Sweden’s collar before sucking it hard. Sweden groaned as his dug a hand into Norway’s back. “B’te m’ hard, Norge” (Bite me hard, Norge). Norway sank his teeth semi-deep in as an equal pain dug in his back from his soon-to-be-ex’s grip. Strangely the pain was an assuring euphoria between them, a pain they shared and developed to cope with loneliness that drew between them.

Sweden moved from the Norwegian licking his lip a bit in anticipation. Norway smiled a bit and caressed Sweden’s face “Do you want me on all fours or on my back?” he said simply, as if it was fact of life.

A sad smile cracked on the older nation’s lips, “S’rprise m’ aft’r we prep’re,min kärlek.” (Surprise me after we prepare) Norway nodded and knelt lower on level with Sweden’s cock, precum already beaded the half-hard organ to be lapped away lightly, sucked shallowly and kissed; he heard a groaning as rough hands laced to urge more. Norway complied with the need; he let saliva gather in his mouth, grasped the member firmly in his hand to guide it completely down his throat in one fluid motion, feeling it twitch from the sudden tight confinement and Sweden gasping over the sensation of the warmth of his tongue and breath. Norway’s gaze lidded as he focused on moving his head, trying to rousing the thick cock for a thorough taste of the addictive salty-sweet fluid. Sweden unevenly breathed with shallow meeting thrusts to quicken to process. He dared to admit he loved to taste Sweden when they rutted, it excited him to take in the life giving fluid to absorb into him, as if some part of Sweden will still remain in him even when they part ways.

“Norge, I’’ ab’ut t’ c’m” Sweden cried in strain. Norway firmly stroked the cock to continue the stimulation for his suddenly absent mouth. (Norge, I’m about to cum)

“Then cum, cum and let part of you be taken in me” Norway urged the Swede heatedly, he took in the cock as a rush of white fluid easily coated his tongue and cheeks. When it stopped, Norway savoured the cum for a long moment before swallowing it. He licked up Sweden’s cock to clean it up the excess before he wiped his face with his back hand.

“I want you to take me on all fours Sverige” Norway uttered, rather spent, but still very willing continue. He turned to face the headboard, on his hands and knees to be taken.

Sweden grunted somewhat and placed his hands on Norway’s ass to split them. He leaned down and darted his tongue to rim the taunt hole causing Norway to tense, he gasped when he felt Sweden insert three fingers to roughly stretch him up before he felt his ex’s cock inch its way deeper into him, his walls clenching to reject it but settled when the tip brushed his sensitive prostate. Norway felt his body shiver more so

“Sverige, you feel wonderful” Norway praised, grasping the sheets in a soft moan as Sweden held and teased his cock slit.

“I love t’ pl’eae yo’ Norge, your love ‘nd happin’ss means everyth’ng t’ m’” (I love to please you Norge, your love and happiness means everything to me) Sweden held on to Norway’s hips and slowly started a good pace for them to adjust to. Norway began to cry out laboured over each sweet hit, the friction was sending ripples of pleasure that pooled and desired to flow through him.

“Faster Sverige, I need you to release my pain” the Norwegian practically begged.

Sweden fed off the needy energy of his dear ex, it would be the last time he would ever have him “our p’in” he grunted as the pace increased “’nd pleas’re” he wrapped an arm around Norway’s middle to pull him back upright for a loose embrace “’re one ‘n the s’me.” (Our pain…and pleasure…are one in the same) In one final thrust, the two nations released to their rapture, bodies heated of blooded passion, salted with each other’s sweat of work, and for Norway to finally of his tired self into Sweden’s arms, lingering for a moment to even their breath. Norway release all over Sweden’s hand while he felt an abnormal amount of cum coating inside of him, he slowly removed himself from Sweden’s cock as the sensation of the cum leaked out of him.

Sweden held Norway back, something warm started to soak on Norway’s bitten shoulder. Sweden was crying for him.

”Jag älskardig ... Norge, och jag kommer alltid att” [3]

Everything felt cold to Norway that night on.

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Norway eyes shot open from sleep, his hands gripping his sheets from the apparent shock through his system. The Norwegian struggled to prop himself up and rubbed the rheum away, but to his surprise, light drop of tears began to roll down his cheeks.

"I've been crying again?" Norway thought, lightly wiping the stray drops away. The union ended over a century ago, he was over it, right? "Why am I even crying? I never wanted to be in a union with Sverige in the first place. What went on between us was really nothing to me, nothing at all" he tried to convince himself. Norway felt his head for a possible fever, no sign of unusual heat. With a tired sigh, he decided to get up early for the day.

When he entered his personal bathroom, his image on the mirror was more disheveled and tired than usual. He touched the reflective surface, looking at himself sadly before closing his eyes in broken admission.

“Jeg elsker deg også ... Sverige” [4]

"We will surely overcome, the cruel dawn. The path that's just for us"

Rough Translations:

[1] Duär mycketvacker, Norge – You are very beautiful, Norway (Swedish)

[2] minkärlek – my love (Swedish)

[3] Jag älskardig ... Norge, och jag kommer alltid att.- I love you...Norway, and I always will. (Swedish)

[4] Jeg elsker deg også ... Sverige - I love you as well...Sweden (Norwegian)

On a somewhat related note, I unintentionally based Norway mentality about love similarly to "Jante Law." It's a social concept by Aksel Sandemose (1899-1965) that basically says that achievement and success (or in Norway's case in my story, love and affection) are considered inappropriate to be expressed outwardly and thought about with the individual. Basically, it's telling someone, "Don't think you're anyone special, that you're better than anyone or think that anyone cares about you." I don't mean any offense to Norwegians readers of how I portray Norway here, I'm not that great a writer (Jante Law is downright repressive if it's followed straight up).

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