#turkfin

Why was this country so freaking cold? What business did a place have being like this, with the snow and dark days with six hours of daylight and temperatures in the minus, what utter nonsense? He missed not having to wear his entire wardrobe around the house, and had long since stopped going outside. Not up here. Sure, their cabin just outside Pulju and the surrounding forest was absolutely beautiful, as were the northern lights, but it was just too cold for him. And no, Tino, the thermal suits and boots were only a plaster on an amputated leg to him.

Lucky he was on the larger side or he’d be an ice cube by now.

But every year he made the stressful journey with his other half, first to Turku- a long running joke between the two- then up and up north in Tino’s little car, boot full of blankets, cookbooks and whatever decorations Tino had bought during the year. And why did he go? Because December with Tino was not something to be missed. Not to mention, it wasn’t like his family celebrated Christmas.

The fire was roaring, and Tino had put on a CD of romantic Christmas songs for them to listen to as he pottered about the kitchen making cookies, the smell driving Sadik up the wall. Did they need to be cooked completely? Cause he could eat half-raw cookies. Tino was far from the best cook in the world, but his Christmas cookies usually turned out nice enough, and he was really hungry. Not to mention, he was the cook in this relationship, but had unfortunately been banished from the kitchen in a romantic gesture on Tino’s part [and Sadik’s, as he usually did everything he could to make sure a certain someone wasn’t allowed near an oven], thus had nothing to do but sit and smell and torture himself with images of delicious food. It was nice to just sit down by the fire though.

The sitting room was absolutely filled to the brim with decorations, the tackiest, the gaudiest, and the most festive. In fact, Tino had bought two trees to accommodate his insane collection of baubles and fairy lights. There was tinsel anywhere it could be hung from; the shelves were crawling with more ornaments and snowglobes than they had room for. The decorations hung from the ceiling, shimmering in the firelight, and the [fake] bearskin rug finished the cosy look about the place. Even the window sills had fake snow to match the real stuff outside, and just looking at them was making him shiver. He really wasn’t built for the cold.

It was lucky there was warm clothing to spare here, and Sadik was wrapped up in not only a spacious reindeer kigurumi, but opted to also wear a penguin snuggie on top, complete with turkey hat. Another running joke. It still wasn’t enough though, and a few moments earlier Tino had leant him his bear paw slippers and mittens. So yes, he looked absolutely ridiculous, but at least now he was nice and toasty.

“Ready, dear,” Tino chirped as he wandered in with a tray of cookies and coffee, “but I must warn you: they’re still hot.”

“Perfect!” Sadik completely ignored his other half’s warning, and grabbed a steaming biscuit before taking a long glug of scalding coffee. It hurt like a bitch, but he didn’t mind at all.

“A man after my own heart,” commented Tino as he, too, gulped down his coffee.

Tino himself was also wearing a fluffy kigurumi, this time Santa’s big red coat and boots, complete with hat and white knitted beard, which he had a habit of stroking when thinking. He didn’t need extra layers though, comfortable among the many knitted throws and cushions scattered across the sofa, a deep, wide affair perfect for spending the whole day just watching telly and pigging out, what the pair had been doing for the good part of a week now.

“So what shall we do now?” asked Sadik through a mouthful of cookie.

“Oh I don’t know,” Tino replied slyly, “are you up for some more snuggling?”

So me and @aph-turkey play together in a hetalia FC on ffxiv, as turkey and finland, and we started talking about turkfin and then we were screaming about it, and then we were in hell. basically now my mission is to put more turkfin on this earth because it is so good. it is So Good.

Both tend to distance themselves when they're upset. However, at the end of the night, they'll go to each other and spill it all.

Kudret enjoys kissing the others neck the most. He also likes leaving love bites.

Antero likes to do cheesy things, like share a dessert, or use a cheesy pick up line. It makes the Turk blush and it's cute to him.

Sex is wild pretty much. They could probably get pretty kinky.

Kudret prefers to be the big spoon.

Behind closed doors they're probably very cuddly and close. Probably the only time the Turk genuinely smiles.