Finland x Reader – Exchange Students
“(f/n)… Why is it so hooooot…?”
You sighed. Your family was hosting one of the five exchange students at your high school this year, as a kind of graduation present in a way since it was your senior year. You had been begging to host a transfer student since middle school. Luckily for them they were all childhood friends who had been separated, but found each other as exchange students for (high school name). Unluckily for you, they all seemed to prefer your place over their host homes. They constantly were hanging around.
Matthias, the Dane, was obnoxious and loud and currently sprawled over a pile of random blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals you had shoved off of your bed. You felt sorry for whoever was hosting him. Spinning idly in your computer chair was Berwald, the Swede. He was always quiet and often seemed scary, but he was a nice guy. Lukas, the Norwegian, was sitting on the floor against your bed frame. He was a quiet guy who seemed emotionless, but he loved his half-brother Emil and had a passion for magic, insisting a troll always followed him everywhere. Emil, the Icelandic boy, was similar to Lukas as he didn’t speak much and seemed emotionless, but he was quicker to laugh. He had a weird pet puffin and had a hard time accepting Lukas as his brother (which Lukas only made worse by insisting Emil call him “Brother Dear”). Then there was Tino.
Tino was from Finland and brought along his pet dog Hanatamago – with your permission, of course. He had said Hana was shared between him and Berwald, but when they had to separate Berwald had let Tino keep her. Berwald had then spoken up with the fact that Tino had been about to cry over losing Hana so he did that, which caused Tino to grow flustered and try to get in a comeback, which failed. Tino was the one your family was hosting, and you were glad.
Not only was he the nicest (well, at least the most open with it), but he was also was thoughtful and caring and sweet and cute… You could go on praising him forever. His blond hair hung in his violet eyes, and the way he would sweep his bangs aside when something was bothering him made you want to faint. His blemish-free light skin seemed so soft. It was almost ridiculous how much he affected you, but… That’s how love works, apparently.
For the most part, they were all nice and did nothing that deserved scoldings or any other punishments. But then there was Matthias. You could understand how your town could be considered unbearable for them, as they all lived in countries a lot colder than (country). Still, Matthias didn’t have to be an ass about it. You had been about to tell him off, but Berwald and Lukas beat you to it.
Once you had them tuned out, you flopped back onto your bed with an overdramatic, over-exaggerated sigh. Tino and Emil looked at you. Each one put a hand over your own cold hands haphazardly thrown in random places. Their faces were sympathetic.
That was when Matthias decided to overdo it.
“But seriously… Why is it so hot…? (f/n)… Do something…” he whined.
You sat up, whipping your head up so your (h/c) hair swung into your face. “I can’t help where I live, Matthias! If you think it’s too hot then you shouldn’t have come to this town! And take off that stupid overcoat, for God’s sake! It’ll make you a lot cooler!” you cried.
“I dun wanna,” he pouted.
“Ugh! Then think of something to do!” you said. You flopped back down again and rolled onto your side so your back was to the Dane.
Hana jumped onto your bed and curled up between you and Tino. Just as she seemed comfortable, she got up and moved closer to you, nudging your hands with her nose. You gave her a quick scratch, causing her to sigh in content and put her head down.
The squeaking of your computer chair stopped, signaling Berwald had stopped spinning. Hopefully it wouldn’t make him feel sick. You could feel his eyes on your back as the weight distribution shifted on the bed. Lukas had sat down near your feet, and Matthias had his arms and chin resting on the bed. He looked like a dog that hadn’t jumped high enough to reach the top, and his expression fit perfectly with that image. Emil was leaning against the pillows propped up on the back of your bed, absently tapping your back with one of his fingers. Tino was lying next to you, and his wide eyes were fixed on your face. Your face was currently screwed into your best scowl – which wasn’t very intimidating at all. Your eyes were shut, and your hands were pulled into your chest.
All five of them seemed to have taken a liking to you. Tino was the only one you cared about, though. Still, he was the most closed about his feelings towards you. The thought made you feel sad, almost depressed.
You guessed that explained the biggest reason why they always came to your place. They all liked you.
Finally Matthias snapped his fingers. “I’ve got it!”
You looked over your shoulder and glared at Matthias. Everyone’s attention shifted to him, just the way he liked it. Tino propped himself up on one elbow so he could see Matthias’ face over your shoulder.
“We should go swimming!” Matthias said with a grin. You just blinked. This had to be some sort of ploy for the perv to see you in your bikini. Well, even though you would prefer him not seeing you in it, you had to agree it was very hot.
“All right, sure. Whatever. I’ll take you guys to the beach,” you said. Matthias cheered.
The boys all filed out of your room, each to their own host homes to get their suits. Tino didn’t have far to go at all. His room was right next door to yours. You took advantage of the empty room to pull out your only suit and put it on.
The bikini was an off-white and pink with Hello Kitty on it. Your friend Kiku, a neighbor who had moved from Japan, had given you the link to the site selling it, where you had found it immediately and bought the suit, along with a matching coverup. Just as you finished changing, a soft knock sounded at the door.
“It’s alright to come in,” you said. The door opened and shut again. You turned to see Tino standing in front of it, holding his t-shirt. It didn’t matter to you if he saw, but having the others see this was kind of embarrassing to think about.
You were holding the ties of your top, unable to tie a working bow in the back on your own. “Uh, Tino, can you tie this for me?” you asked, turning around. This way he couldn’t see your red face. You played with the little frilly thing sewn along the waistband of your bottoms as you waited for a reply.
“Oh! Uh, yeah, sure!” Tino said. His hands covered yours for a moment as he took the ties from you. His hands were a little cold, and they brushed your back a few times as he tied a perfect bow for you. He was amazing at that kind of stuff. It must come from how much he loved wrapping presents.
“Thanks, Tino.” You turned around and smiled at him.
“You’re welcome. Your suit is really cute, by the way,” he replied. A loud knock sounded at the door. It was Matthias back with the others. You automatically turned bright red and clutched Tino’s arm.
“You can’t come in!” you shouted. Tino looked at you in surprise.
“Why not?” Matthias whined “We know Tino’s in there, so why won’t you let us come in?”
“Because you’ll make fun of me! Tino never would!” You buried your face in the crook of Tino’s neck, completely embarrassed now.
Little did you know that Tino was turning bright red as well. He could feel how hot your face was, and it made him happy that you trusted him.
“That’s no fair,” you heard Emil say.
“They won’t tease you, (f/n). Wel, I’m not sure about Matthias, but the others won’t,” Tino whispered in a reassuring voice. You lifted your head to see Tino looking at you. He was scratching the back of his neck with his free hand. You were silent for a moment.
“Fine… Come in…” you said. Lukas opened the door, followed by Emil, Berwald, and Matthias. You were fiddling with some of your hair, averting your eyes and half hiding behind Tino, who was putting on his shirt.
“’S cute,” Berwald said. You glanced up through your bangs, twisting the hair around a finger. One hand moved down to the frill and began fiddling with it. Emil and Lukas were nodding.
“You like Hello Kitty? That’s priceless!” Matthias said with an obnoxious laugh. You ground your teeth and growled. Tino tried to calm you down, but it didn’t work. You were already lunging at the Dane, both fists clenched and heading right for his gut. It barely fazed him, though, so you kicked him where the sun don’t shine. He fell to his knees with a wheeze, holding himself.
“And that’s why girls are stronger,” you said with a very girly “hmph.” You grabbed your bag, which held a towel, your keys, and a little money for snacks. The coverup was pulled on and flip flops slipped onto your feet. Then you stomped out to your car.
You had a truck, but there was only room for two in the cab counting the driver. Matthias tried to get in the passenger seat, but you kicked him out onto the driveway and motioned for Tino to sit. No one else complained. Berwald had figured out that you liked Tino, so he had told Lukas and Emil with your permission.
On your road you would occasionally sneak glances at Tino in your peripherals. Once he had been looking at you, and both of you looked away quickly, faces the color of tomatoes. You began to start a conversation with him, and it went well. The two of you were still talking when you pulled into a parking spot for the beach.
While you and Tino set up your towels under the umbrella you had brought, the others went right into the water. Neither one of you wanted to go in just yet. Eventually the conversation turned to why you wanted Tino in the cab with you. Berwald hadn’t told Tino, of course, and Matthias would blab so he wasn’t told. You turned pink at the question.
“Oh, uh… I’m your host family so I should pay more attention to you?” you said. It was too much like a question. Tino knew that wasn’t the truth. He shook his head.
“No, tell me the real reason.” Ah, there he went again with the way he swept aside his bangs… His violet eyes were focused on your face. You were largely aware of that, yet also still aware of the jealous looks from other girls and of the boys’ splashing.
You sighed. “Okay, but promise not to laugh. It- It’s because I like you. Wait, no. I- I love you, Tino. And I want to spend as much time as I can with you before you have to go back to Finland,” you said. You were wringing your hands and looking up at him through your bangs. This was not how you had planned on confessing. You had imagined doing it with a movie with him, or in a nearby field. Anything besides sitting at the beach with who knows how many spectators!
Tino was silent for a moment. Then he laughed. It was a merry, happy sound nothing like Matthias’ annoying one. He took both of your hands in his.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for those words. Back home no one wanted to get close to me for who I am. They only wanted to because of the way I look. I’ve been stabbed in the back by so many fake friends. Those guys are the only ones who really did. I never thought it was fair. Then I come here and see you, the one I’ll be staying with all year… I know this sounds corny, but as soon as I saw you I knew you were the one I had been looking for this whole time. But… I didn’t want to say anything because I knew the others liked you too, and I didn’t know who it was you liked. But know I know. I love you too, (f/n),” Tino said.
Your eyes glistened with tears as you smiled. Tino’s hands moved up to cup your cheeks. He used his thumbs to wipe away the tears as you placed your hands over his.
“Rakastan sinua, (f/n).” You didn’t speak Finnish, but you knew what that meant. You tried to repeat it but mispronounced the words. Tino giggled a little and corrected you. A smile tugged at both of your lips when you got it right.
Tino leaned in and pecked your forehead. You laughed. “You missed.” You leaned in and kissed him on the lips, only to be interrupted by Matthias’ shout of jealousy. Both of you laughed.
The two of you soon joined the others in the water, hands entwined. A water fight broke out, and the six of you were joined by plenty others on the beach. The entire time you stayed near your new boyfriend. After a while you retreated with Tino to the towels and collapsed onto them, shaking with laughter. Tino pulled you close, and you kissed him again. His lips tasted like his favorite licorice and gingerbread cookies.
Tino announced that he wanted to stay for college, as did the others. This way you wouldn’t lose any of your friends. Now your daydreams in school would be filled with your foreign boyfriend and life with him in the future, and they wouldn’t be just high school fantasies. No, they would be a reality, and they would be full of the foreign exchange students and how they had wormed their way into your life, Tino especially.