Dreams and Survival Part 1-APH Sufin Nordic Mpreg

Dreams and Survival Part 1
(A SuFin Mpreg Fanfic-APH Sweden x Finland)
By: Kaede N. S.

Finland shifted uncomfortably on the rocking chair, stroking his belly. Ever since he realized that he was pregnant, his lover, Sweden, had been extra gentle with him. Sweden made sure to do all he could to make Finland feel better about his pregnancy.
Finland loved having Sweden spoil him. Sweden would always rub Finland’s belly, massage his achy feet, hold him tightly while sleeping to keep him warm through the blustery nights, and take him shopping for the baby more than usual.
But the best thing about having Sweden, in Finland’s opinion, was his ability to guarantee his safety. Finland was scared, especially now that he was pregnant, that he would get hurt and miscarry.
Finland could stand nothing more than to imagine Sweden’s face if they lost the baby they’d created together.
So Sweden had taken the responsibility of protecting both countries while Finland rested and relaxed in their shared home.
It wasn’t all that bad. Hanatamago was at this house up in Sweden’s land, and Finland had brought their adopted son, Sealand from his house, to stay with them for the year.
Sealand loved his father, Sweden, and even more, his mother, Finland. So at the thought of a sibling was amazing in his eyes.

But this wasn’t going to be an easy pregnancy…Russia had attacked the couple twice in their own home back in Finland’s land. Once he almost dragged Finland a mile away from the house, in his pajamas, before Sealand had gotten Sweden to come and get his mother back.
So the couple decided to relocate to Sweden’s home in his land, farther from Russia’s territory. With Finland getting quite large, it was important to get to a safe spot before the time came to deliver the baby.

“Sealand, can you please get me that knitting bag from the counter?”
“Sure thing Mama.” Sealand picked up the large blue bag from the countertop and gave it to his mother, sitting in Sweden’s handcrafted rocking chair. Since it was nearly January, with the baby almost due, Finland had gone to making sweaters. Not just for the baby, but for himself, Sweden, Sealand and even Hanatamago.
Sealand held Hanatamago in his hands and asked his mother, “Is it a boy or a girl?”
Finland smiled and asked Sealand, “What do you think?” He placed Sealand’s hand on his stomach right as the baby kicked.
Sealand told him, “It’s a girl! A girl, isn’t it?”
Finland told him, “I’m not sure, but I want it to be a girl too.”
Sealand stroked Hanatamago’s fur, “What will her name be?”
Finland blushed, “I’m no good with names…why not let your father pick? You can help him pick it.”
Sealand bounced around, “Yay! I get to name her!”
Finland lifted his knitting needles and continued making another green sweater for the baby. He knew it was best to make neutral colored sweaters, since he was still unsure if the baby was a girl or boy. But he hoped that Sealand was right about wanting a sister.

“I’m home.” Sweden came inside from the snowy, blustery evening into the heated house. He was greeted by Hanatamago at his feet and by Sealand leaping into his arms.
Sealand hugged him tightly, “Welcome home Papa!”
Sweden smiled slightly, “I’m home.”
Finland called from the kitchen, “Welcome home dear!”
Sweden came over from the door, “I’m back sweetheart.” He kissed Finland on the cheek and sat down as Finland brought out dinner for the three of them.
Sealand was bubbly, “Papa, papa! Mama says that I can help name the baby!”
Sweden looked at Finland, surprised, “Weren’t you going to name it?”
Finland shook his head, “I’m no good with names, you know that.”
Sealand told Sweden, “Let’s pick a pretty girl’s name for my sister!”
Sweden smiled, “Yeah? What makes you think it’s a girl?”
Sealand almost jumped, “It felt like a girl when I rubbed mama’s tummy! So it has to be a girl!”
Sweden smiled, “But in case, we should pick a boy and girl’s name for the baby.”
Sealand clapped, “Okay, let’s go-”
Finland held onto Sealand’s shoulder, “Ah, Sealand dear. You have to eat all your dinner first before you can leave the table.”
Sealand looks back at his plate, “I will Mama.”

Outside of the house, Russia was talking to Belarus, “When you slam the door open, you first shoot the tranquilizer at Sealand, da? That will divert their focus. Once you have shot Sealand, shoot two at Sweden, and don’t hit anything vital, da. Then one at the doggy. Da…then we will take Finland. No shooting him, we don’t want to harm his baby.”
Belarus nodded, “I understand Big Brother.”
Russia smiled, “Then go get me Finland, da…”

Finland was in a pure state of shock. How could he let this happen? His son, his dog, his husband...all shot down unconscious before him. He screamed as he shook his husband, trying desperately to wake him up. Fearing that Sweden and Sealand were dead, Finland broke into a state of emotional panic and started screaming hysterically.
Russia joined Belarus inside when he heard the noise, “What is going on here?”
Belarus shook her head, “He’s realizing his situation brother.”
Russia looked at Finland, “Then we should act now, da?”
Belarus nodded, “Yes, let’s take him now.” Grabbing him by the arm, Belarus pulled Finland away from Sweden’s body. Though he struggled, Finland was no match for the both of them without Sweden. He just kept screaming and crying, even when he was so far away that he could no longer see Sweden’s house.
When they were on the boat back to Russia’s home country, Russia told him, “Rejoice Finland...you get to become one with me again. All the USSR members have waited patiently for your return.”
Finland’s feet were bleeding, he hiccuped in choked sobs, he was shivering and shaking...but he wasn’t processing what just happened.

All he remembered was seeing Sealand fall off the seat once the first shot was fired into his shoulder. As the both of them looked to see the shooter, the next shot was fired into Sweden’s shoulder, then a second in his opposite knee. Once he had fallen, Finland fell to his side, embracing him and Sealand both. Hanatamago started barking, and then she too was shot in the leg.
Once they were all down except for Finland, he screamed out in horror.

Finland didn’t notice anything around him until they got to Russia’s house. The weather was much colder and his vision was clouded by his tears and the blowing snow, but he clearly recognized the grand, old mansion that loomed over the icy river.
It was Russia’s USSR house, the one he had lived in before he lived with Denmark, and then Sweden.
Belarus still had Finland by the arm as Russia told him, “You are home comrade. Everyone has been waiting tirelessly for your return.”

Sweden’s vision was still hazy and room was still spinning. How long had he blanked out for? He looked besides him and saw Sealand crying.
Sweden spoke in a ragged, uneven voice, “S-Sealand…”
Sealand painfully turned his head to look at his father, “Dad...they...they took Mommy…”
Sweden spoke softly, “I know...and...these darts…”
Sealand shuffled, “I still can’t...move very well...Dad.”
Sweden, with all the strength he could muster, told Sealand, “Get...closer to...me…” When Sealand shifted closer, Sweden flung his limp hand onto his son’s chest and grabbed hold of the tranquilizer dart. With all the strength he had in him, he pulled the dart out of Sealand’s shoulder.
Sweden whispered, “Stay still...wait for the medicine...to wear out…” Some time went by, Sweden blacked out again, but came to when he saw Sealand shaking him.
Sealand was crying, “Dad! Wake up! You have to wake up!”
Sweden told him, “Go. Go get your uncles. Bring...Uncle Denmark...Uncle Norway...and Uncle Iceland…”
Sealand shook his head, “I can’t leave you Dad-”
Sweden gripped his son’s arm weakly, “No...they can help. Bring them...back here...please hurry…”
Sealand nodded, put on his winter jacket and boots, and closing the door behind him, ran as fast as his legs could carry him to his Uncles’ house.

Lithuania and Latvia piled blankets on Finland as he sat quietly in the living room of Russia’s mansion. The fireplace was hot and Estonia had bound his achy, bloody feet...but no matter how many blankets that he was given, Finland felt a gaping coldness within him. He rubbed his stomach, now very large because he was now in his last month, and tried his best not to cry.
He tried so hard not to think about the ambush of his family members that he’d been so powerless to stop.
Lithuania knelt in front of Finland and asked him, “Would you like to eat something Mr. Finland? Or would you like to take a shower?”
Finland smiled at Lithuania, “I’ll eat something light. Nothing too heavy please.” Lithuania nodded and went to Russia’s kitchen. Most of the house looked dark and grim. Russia and Belarus vanished after handing him to the Baltics. Ukraine wasn’t anywhere in sight, so he suspected that the siblings were having a talk elsewhere.
In the meanwhile, Latvia was standing besides Finland, “Um...Mr. Finland...m-may...may I touch...your belly…?”
Finland looked up at Latvia, noticing he resembled Sealand a lot, then telling him, “Yes, go right ahead.” Latvia knelt down and rubbed Finland’s tummy. As if the child could sense someone rubbing their mother’s belly, the baby kicked.
Latvia was amazed, “Wow! You can feel the baby inside of you!”
Finland nodded, “It is a little miracle, isn’t it?”
Lithuania emerged from the kitchen, “Here you are Mr. Finland, potato pierogi.”
Finland smiled, thanked Lithuania, ate them, and immediately afterwards, fell asleep on the couch.

Denmark and Norway were in the middle of a heated argument about the chores and Iceland was reading a novel when they heard Sealand’s panicked screams and knocks on the door.
Sealand was screaming, “Uncle Denmark, Uncle Norway, Uncle Iceland! Open up!”
Iceland ran to the door and opened it, “Sealand? What’s wrong, why are you here? Where are your mother and father?”
Sealand panted heavily, completely worn out from all the way here, “Dad...Dad’s been shot! Mom’s been...taken away! Help! You have to help Dad!”Denmark and Norway exchanged shocked glances, both trying to keep calm in front of their nephew.
Norway asked, “Who took your Mother?”
Sealand’s ears teared up, “R-Russia did...and Belarus…”
Denmark shook his head, “So they have Finny and shot Swede? Guess the Soviets dragged their family in...so we’ll drag in ours too.”
Iceland looked Sealand, “You’re not hurt, are you lad?”
Sealand nodded, “That Belarus woman...shot me first...in the shoulder...but Dad...got the...bullet out…”
Norway was starting to panic as well, “Let me see it! Now!” Sealand took off his jacket and showed them the hole in his shoulder. The bullet had gone through his shirt and left a small blood stain on it, but it wasn’t anything major. The bullet didn’t get too far in either, so Sweden was able to get it out easily. But Sweden and Hanatamago had gotten much deeper shots.
Denmark hissed, “Tranquilizer darts...those little…”
Norway scolded him, “Denmark! Not in front of Sealand!” Norway put his hand on the wound and recited a spell, healing the puncture.
Iceland asked Sealand, “Where’s your father?”
Sealand wiped his face to stop his crying, “Still at home...still blacked out…”
The Nordic uncles pulled on their jackets and Iceland told him, “Then we’ll have to tend to your father first. After that, we’ll get your mother as a family.” After they all pulled on their boots and grabbed their weapons, Denmark lifted Sealand onto his shoulders and the group of them rushed to Sweden’s home.

Finland woke up in a small bedroom with a canopy bed and a heavily draped window. The entire room looked very antique-like with a persian rug and rococo-style dressers and desks. It looked beautiful...until Finland remembered what happened the evening before. What had become of Sweden, Sealand and Hanatamago? Were they still unconscious? Had the other Nordics found them? Or...had Russia returned and finished the job?
A shy voice came from behind the door, “U-Um...may I come in?” It was a woman’s voice, one that he instantly recognized.
Finland responded, “Come on in Ms. Ukraine.”
Ukraine entered the room, dressed in her usual attire of a white blouse and overalls. She had a tray in her hands and she placed it on the table besides Finland.
Ukraine took a good look at Finland, “I haven’t seen you since Denmark took you away. I never expected you to get pregnant. Well...I didn’t ever expect you to get a wife, and here you are, as the wife.”
Finland rubbed his swollen stomach, “Yes...this baby is all the hopes and dreams that I share with Sweden. I’d be devastated if I lost her.”
Ukraine was confused, “Her?”
Finland smiled at his stomach, “Sealand said it’ll be a girl...I hope he’s right.”
Ukraine looked away, “That baby is really what Russia-chan wants you for Finland. He wants to take away that baby once you have it.”
Finland suddenly became rageful, “No! He could hurt me all he wanted once I deliver her, but I’d never let him hurt my baby!”
Ukraine nodded, still calm, “I know...I just hope your family doesn’t suffer getting here.”
Finland’s rage suddenly became panic, “What are you saying…?”
Ukraine finally met Finland’s gaze, “Russia-chan knows he didn’t kill Sweden and Sealand...he knows that they, along with your other brothers, will come for you. And both he and Bela-chan want to finish the job once they get there.”

Huffing and puffing, Denmark, Norway, Iceland and Sealand returned to Sweden’s house. The door was locked, like Sealand left it, so they were assured that no one else had entered the house.
Iceland heard noises from inside the house, “Is...Is that Hanatamago?”
Denmark told Norway, “The lock...get rid of it.”
Norway rolled his eyes, “I know already.” Norway put his hand on the lock, chanting a magic spell. Inside, the lock turned, and they were able to open the door.
Immediately, they saw Sweden blacked out on the ground, two large darts deeply pressed into his shoulder and leg, blood pooling around the punctures. Hanatamago was close to him, whimpering with a dart still lodged in her leg.
Sealand got down from Denmark’s shoulders and rushed to Hanatamago, “Hana!” He cradled the injured dog in his arms and sat besides his father as the other Nordics knelt next to him as well.
Iceland found the dart that was pulled from Sealand earlier, “Dane. Look at this.”
Denmark took the dart and cursed under his breath, “These are powerful impact tranquilizer darts, the ones you would normally used to bring down a bear or something.”
Norway nodded, “So this kind of dart is so intensely powerful, it’s killing Swede from inside-out.” Sealand began panicking and sobbing, worried for his father and his dog, realizing that he too had been at the brink of death a little while earlier.
Norway looked up, noticing Sealand’s panic, “Sealand, Sealand, calm down lad. It’s not too late. Hanatamago and your father can be saved...and they will be. You remember that basic healing spell I taught you?” Sealand nodded, wiping the tears from his cheeks.
Norway nodded, “Good boy. I need you heal Hanatamago, even if it’s a little. Iceland, help the boy out, get the dart out of her leg. Dane, get your butt over here, we need to hold Swede up while we get these out of him.”
Everyone shifted around and Iceland spoke to Sealand, “Let me hold her. I’ll pull the dart out slowly, and when it’s coming out, start the healing process.” Sealand nodded and handed the dazed, whimpering dog to Iceland. As Iceland gently pulled out the dart, Sealand chanted the spall and began the minor healing process. Not being experienced, there wasn’t much Sealand could do to stop the pain. Hanatamago whimpered as Sealand closed the puncture.
As soon as the dart was out, Iceland handed Hanatamago back to Sealand, “Take care of her. Now for your father.”
Denmark had taken Sweden’s shoulders into an armlock position, holding him in a slouching-sitting position. Sweden was finally half conscious after Norway’s screaming in his ear. The drugs in the dart were taking their toll, and Sweden could barely move now.
Norway called Iceland, “Ice, I need you to get the darts out. And be careful, both of them directly stuck a heavily-nerved area in his body, and they’re both in pretty deep.”
Iceland nodded, “Alright, here we go. Sorry if this hurts Swede…”
Iceland first got his fingers on the dart in Sweden’s shoulder and he began pulling on it. Sweden screamed loudly in pain, trying in vain to move his shoulders, but he was restrained by both Denmark and the drugs in his system. Sealand looked away, unable to process his father in such immense pain.
Norway scolded Sweden, “Be still Swede, it’s only going to hurt more if we don’t get it out.” But Sweden’s screams didn’t calm, and he only roared louder until the first dart came out, three-quarters of it soaked in blood. Norway immediately began healing the shoulder as Iceland focused on the dart in his leg.
Iceland looked back over at Sealand, who was very frightened, “Sealand, can you sit on your father’s lap so he doesn’t thrash while we get the second one out?” Sealand looked at his uncle like he’d just said something absurd.
Denmark protested, “Ice, you can’t ask that of him-”
Sealand, however, had composed himself, “I’ll do it. It has to be done for Dad to feel better.” Iceland nodded and Sealand sat on his father’s lap.
Sweden spoke slurrishly, “Ze...Zealan?”
Sealand spoke to his father while Iceland began pulling the second one out, “Dad...you can do it. We need you to get better. Who knows...who knows what...Mr. Russia is doing to Mom...you need to get better...so we can get Mom back…” While Sealand spoke to his father, Iceland began yanking the dart out, Sweden doing his best not to scream or thrash with his son sitting on him.
Iceland grunted, “Almost...out…” With a quick yank, Iceland pulled the dart out of Sweden’s leg, earning a sharp scream from Sweden. Norway began the healing process, but when the dart came out, Sweden’s head hung forward, and he became unresponsive.
Iceland was concerned, “Swede? Are you okay Swede?”
Sealand began to become worried as well, “Daddy? Wake up Dad!” Neither of them received a response.
Denmark also began shaking Sweden by his shoulder, “Wake up Swede!”
Norway scolded them all, “Calm down, all of you. Sweden’s body is recovering right now, trying to purge the poison. He has the brunt of the medicine in his system, so he needs to rest and recover.”

With that said, all four of them moved Sweden to the couch for some rest and begun talking about Finland. About how he’d gotten pregnant so quickly and how they were going to get him back at any cost.
Just then, Hanatamago started barking loudly.
Denmark noticed it too, “Someone’s here. In the house. More than one.” He pulled his gigantic axe from his back, Norway had his hands at the ready to use any spell at moment’s notice and Iceland charged his icicle bracelet, ready to shoot icicles at anyone who came close to them or Sweden.
Norway spoke loudly, “Cowards! Show yourselves!”
Out of the shadows of the room came three figures. Only when they came closer did the nordics see that the figures were the baltics, each with a heavy, black cloth tied around each of their eyes.
Denmark called out, “Why are you here?”
Lithuania opened his mouth, but Russia’s voice came out instead of his own, “KOL KOL KOL! Priveot my dear Nordics. By now, your beloved Finland is in labor...you are no longer needed. With my puppets, the Baltics, say good night comrades.” Lithuania closed his mouth and all three of the baltics pulled out their own weapons.
Iceland asked, “So, what now?”
Norway sighed, “I guess the answer’s pretty clear.”
Denmark smirk grew and spread across his face, “I’ve been dying for a real battle for quite some time. I’m not holding back now.”

To be continued...