#gerfin

“Hurry up! I’m not going to wait for you! I’ve got a surprise for you!” He picks up his pace a bit, holding the basket more securely in his arms. He sees Tino stop atop a hill, staring ahead of him. Ludwig jogs up the hill, wondering how the other is so full of energy he didn’t even falter. Once atop it, his eyes widen in astonishment. The grass below is littered with cornflowers and a small, white flower he can’t quite see from a distance. Tino takes his hand, and leads him to the flowers. He kneels next to one of the white flowers, and Ludwig follows suit. Upon closer inspection, they’re a type of bell flower, and absolutely beautiful. Their sweet scent is strong enough for him to want to hold his nose though. “This is a Lily-of-the-Valley. It’s my national flower. They symbolize purity and sweetness. In the language of flowers, they symbolize the return of happiness.” He drags a finger over the petals delicately. “Don’t let it fool you though! They’re very poisonous. Ingesting them, even in a small amount, can lead to a lot of trouble.” He giggles softly.

It’s slightly disturbing that Tino and his national flower are so similar. But seeing him so proud of himself and knowing he did this just for them makes his heart swell. “Jou planted our national flovers in a field togezer?” He feels his cheeks heat up in a blush. No one has ever done anything so thoughtful for him before.

“Mmhmm! It’s something small I wanted to do to show the world our love.” He stands, and kisses Ludwig’s cheek. “We should have our picnic now. I left a spot bare in the very center of the flowers, just for us.” He’s almost certain he can see a slight blush on the Finnish man’s face. “It’s very private! Not that a field in the middle of nowhere isn’t private. But it feels more secure since we’ll be surrounded by a wall of flowers. Come!” Tino helps him up, and they make their way through the flowers gingerly. Once they’re in the center, they prepare the picnic together, stealing innocent kisses that only lengthen their setup time. When they’re finally finished, they sit across from each other to enjoy their meal. “Ah! Kyllä! I wanted to know if you know more about your national flower?”

“Of course I do,” he smirks, rising to the unspoken challenge. “Unmarried people used to vear it in zeir buttonhole to show zeir marriage status. It is ze symbol of ze Estonian political party, or Finnish Party. It is famous for its beauty und unique uses. It is considered a romantic und inspirational flover.” Tino covers his smile.

“I’m impressed.” He reaches out and picks one of each flower. “Lean toward me.” Ludwig does so without question; he trusts his love. He places the flowers in his hair, tucked behind an ear each. “There! Now everyone can know you are pure, sweet, romantic, inspirational, and my return to happiness.” He turns crimson in a matter of seconds, having not expected such a loving compliment. Tino pokes his cheek and lays his hand there, then kisses his forehead. “You are incredibly cute when you’re blushing. I just want to eat you up.” He nips at his nose to make a point. “But I won’t do that, because then I wouldn’t have such a loving boyfriend. That would be a shame.”

“Jou can finish jour actual food I made for us instead. Zen, ve can lay on ze blanket und enjoy the scent of ze flowers zat ze breeze brings to us.” Ludwig suggests.

“I like that idea!” He hurries to eat more of his food. The German chuckles, watching him curiously as he eats his own food. When they’re done, Tino pushes everything aside and crawls into his lap. He wraps his arms around the man on his legs, and squeezes him.

“Jou need zese flovers in jour hair as vell. Jou mean ze exact same zings to me.” He kisses the shell of his ear, and lays back so they can watch the clouds chase each other.

That’s all! It’s kind of short, but it’s cute. @aphrarepairweek2020