Once ago in a little place known as Scandinavia lived the Nordic peoples. Sweden, Denmark, Norway, Iceland, and Finland. There was often little flicks and dramas between the Swede's and the Dane's.
Berwald sat in his room in a chair by the window sil. He looked out the window deep within his thoughts. Thoughts in which had been eating at him for a while now. Thoughts that he just couldn't remove from his head. Like he didn't even want to. Friends of his asked why he'd been so down. He'd always turn them away and go to sulk. 'Why is the sky blue? Why the grass green? Why do people laugh? Smile? Feel.. Why do we..feel?' Berwald thought. A question he'd been asking himself for the longest time. Just then someone walked into the room. Berwald glanced at the person. They shrunk back a little and looked at him nervously. A shorter boy he was. "I..I just wanted to ask how you were doing.." Berwald stood up from the chair and walked over to him. "M'doing fine." Was all he said. His voice cold. The shorter fellow nods slightly and looks up at him. "But, are you sure?" "Hm. Ja." Berwald turned away to look out the window. It had started to mist a light rain outside. The boy let out a sigh. "Okay fine. But-" He was cut off when Berwald finally wanted to speak. "If y'really want to know. I've just been having a sort of feelings for one person. The kind that makes y'feel all 'fuzzy' inside." He paused. "It's that Tino person. Right?" The boy said. Berwald froze slightly and and glanced at him. "..Ja." He looked away again. "You can't just sulk over a person like that! Just face it..he will never l-" Berwald shot a burning glare towards the boy who just shrunk back even further. "Y'do not understand. Do y' ?" "I do. I'm just saying..it's hard to love someone who doesn't love you back.." Berwald pondered on the word 'love'. 'Bah! This couldn't be the right word!' Although he does admit the strong feelings for Tino. "Just..let him go. And move on, Berwald. I know you can find another. There are many good looking people out there. Just find the one to your best fit." "..Y'can not make me love another." Berwald admited harshly. "Oh, bet me." The boy muttered and walked out of the room.
The next night Berwald had put on his jacket to take a walk. He was going to try and get the feelings for Tino off his mind. He walked outside. The cool spring breeze of night blew calmy against him. He shifted his hands to his pockets and watched at cars passed by. The moon glew bright and high up in the sky. A couple had passed him. He glanced back and seen how they were holding hands and taking turns giving one another a peck on the cheek. Berwald grunted and kept walking. 'Why can't I have something like that?' He ran into a group of Danes. They all glared at him. Seeming to know he was Swedish. He mearly just looked at them without a word and kept up his walk. "Forbandet Swede." One of the Danes hissed. Berwald grunted and choose to ignore them. A man ran out from a corner, not watching where he was going, he ran into Berwald, crashing down onto him. "Gah !" He looked down at the Swedish man. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Berwald just stared up at him. Notcing the man's odd blue eyes. "Haha, Nice Matthias, you brought him down!" the pack of Danes scoffed. Matthias got up and held his hand out to help Berwald up. " M'fine.." Berwald spoke getting up on his own terms and dusting himself off. "By that accent, I can tell you must be a Swede.." Matthias looked him up and down. He didn't seem to have a hatefull look like the pack over there. The Dane showed a big grin and his eyes glittered brilliantly in the moon light. And what was with his hair? Berwald studied the features of this man. "Ja. M'Swedish. Are y'going to kill me for being this?" He finally spoke. Matthias shook his head. "No. I don't mind them. And the accents sound pretty cool too!" That grin remained on his face. "Oh, well that's a first." Berwald replied. The Danes made their way over. "'Ey Matt. Are you going to kill this trash yet or what?" One spoke. "Yeah, man if you only had your ax!" Another piped up. Berwald looked at them and then to Matthias. "Shut up guys. Killing him would be pointless. I mean, he is just like either one of us." Matthias responded. The pack hissed and snarled. "How dare you compare us to likes of this..this..THING?! Have you gone gal?!" A normal person would have yelled back, or struck a glare maybe. But Matthias, just looked at them calmly. "Come on now. I'm sure if we got to meet him he'd be a pretty cool person.." "Oh shut it, we're going to kill him now!" Berwald froze and glanced at them all. Matthias stood protectivly infront of him. "No. You are not." "Matt get out if the way!" "No!" "Fine we'll kill you then also!" Matthias didn't listen to their words. He just stood infront of the Swedish man and braced himself for any blows. Berwald felt a little guilty. He couldn't let these people kill Matthias. Or even him next. As the Danes reached for their weapons he wraps an arm around Matthias' waste and lifted him up over his shoulder and started running. Matthias gasped in surpise at this. The Danes followed after them but only for a little bit, getting tired out rather quickly. Berwald kept running until he thought they were safe. He skidded to a halt, panting lightly. Matthias remained over the Swede's shoulder. "You didn't have to save me. You should have just ran for yourself." Matthias said lightly. Berwald set him down infront of himself. "And let them kill y'?" Matthias stared up at the slightly taller man. "It would not have mattered. Everyone pretty much hates me anyway." He replied. "Oh really. I don't see why. Y'seem like a nice guy. I would be friends with y'." Matthias looked down. "It is not all that simple.." Berwald stared at him silence before putting a hand gently under the other's chin and lifting his head to look at him. "Just know, that I do not hate y'." He looked into the other's blue eyes. Matthias shivered lightly at Berwald's touch. "Okay." He answered. Berwald nodded and moved his hand away. "Good." Matthias smiled slightly. "I shouldn't be a daisy down anyway." Berwald stared at him. 'This guy..Matthias. He seems to try and be happy all the time, knowing he's got something eating at him. While myself, I just like to sulk away.' Matthias felt the stare and silence of the other. His face warmed up a little. "I..I think I should get going. But before I do, can I ask your name?" Berwald didn't want him to go so soon. He answered anyway, "Berwald." Matthias nodded and waved a good bye before turning to run off. He watched the Dane go.
Berwald awoke in his bed. He sat up and yawned. He kept getting the image of that Dane's face in his mind. Those blue eyes glinting happiness. That grin of pure joy. Berwald shook his head and reached for his glasses, putting them on he seen the sunlight glow into the room from the window. He soon got dressed in proper afternoon attire. The thought of Matthias had just brushed away all thoughts on Tino. Words of the boy who spoke to him were true. Maybe he should move on. But what if the Dane just thinks of him as a friend. 'I can't be feeling anything for this man yet..I just met him. Maybe I should try and find him. Get to know him even more before I make my choice. I got to find Matthias again..somehow..' He put on a light jacket and went outside. He didn't even know where to begin. He walked down to sidewalk he had lastnight. Surprisingly enough he seen the pack of Danes again. He sighed, but he also scaned them to see if he could spot Matthias. One spotted Berwald coming and tapped at the others to look. The 'leader' of the group stepped infront. "Well, look who decided to show his ugly mug around here again." He smirked. "If you're looking for Matt," He paused and chuckled. Berwald glared. "Where is he?" "I don't know." He smiled. Berwald kept the glare. "Tell me where he is, or y'will not be able to see again." "Oooh. I'm sooo scared. He's most likely laying in a ditch somewhere, or hopefully out in the middle of the road. Tch. Good luck getting to him..in time." The man laughed at the last two words. Berwald grunted and ran past them, looking all around. When he came put to the turn, he seen the rode busy with cars. He peered at the black to see if he could spot the Dane. Although he hoped not to. 'Oh please..let him be alive..' He heard a faint and weak noise to his right. He turned his head to listen. The noise turned into a whimper. Berwald followed it's trail and found Matthias sitting against a dumpster. "Matthias?" The Dane blinked and quickly looked at him. "Berwald? How did you find me..?" He coughed up a little blood. "I..I had to see y'again. What happened?" Matthias looked down. The brightness of his eyes had been dimmed. "Matthias, please tell, me.." He walked near him and knealed down to eye level. Matthias refused to look at him. "Those guys..the ones that wanted to kill you before..they beat me up. Saying I shouldn't be friends with Swedish trash. I told them they were 'pathetic wastes of spaces' I..I didn't mean to..but they..they just made me so mad." His eyes teared up a little. Berwald stared at him. "It's not y're fault. If anything, it should be mine. I should not have even talked to y' in the first place. I didn't want to start trouble. M'sorry.." Matthias looked at him. "Don't be.." Berwald noticed how close Matthias was to crying. "Please, don't shed those tears. Y' have a bright personality and a kind soul. Don't let something like those people bring y' down. They are not worth y're tears." Matthias felt warmth coming back to his face as he looked at Berwald and listened to his words. Berwald looked down, a little embarrassed. Matthias smiled a little to him. Berwald noticed the smile, seeing him happy made himself happy as well. He smiled back. Matthias laughed a little, seeing him smile. Berwald stared at him. "Heh." They sat there just looking at eachother for a moment before Berwald spoke. "Come on." He stood up and helped Matthias to his feet. "Where are we going?" He asked. "Just walking." Berwald said and started walking. Matthias blinked and followed. They walked side by side. "So, Matthias, do y' have anyone y' hold dear to y' ?" The Swede asked, glancing to the other. "Well..there once was..but turns out I didn't feel the same for him..so we just broke things off." He looked down remembering it all. Berwald blinked thinking it was a bad question. "Oh..m'sorry.." "No no, it's fine." They walked on in an awkward silence. Berwald glanced to Matthias' hand, slowly he reached for it, not knowing how the Dane would react. He gently grabbed his hand and looked forward normaly. Matthias blinked and glanced down, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks and he looked up at Berwald who pretended like nothing happened. Matthias kept walking letting the other hold his hand as they walk. 'I wonder..I wonder if he likes me. More than a friend atleast. I know..I do. Maybe. He made me smile.. and I seemed to have cheered him up. ' Matthias looked at him. "What about you? Do..you got a special someone ?" Matthias asked. Berwald shook his head and glanced at him. "Oh." The Dane responded. Berwald looked down. "Everything alright there, Berwald?" Berwald nodded slowly. "Ja.." Matthias stopped walking and stood infront of the taller man, still holding his hand. Berwald blinked and looked at him. Matthias let go of his hand and just hugged him gently. Berwald stood there not knowing what to say or do. "Matthias?" Was all he said. Matthias hugged him tighter at hearing his name. Berwald did what he thought was right, he hugged him back. He put his arms carefully around the Dane. After a few moments Matthias pulled back and looked up at him. Berwald looked back. He seen the redness of the other's cheeks and happy tint in his eyes. Seeing him give a smile made his own face grow red. "Matthias?" He repeated. "Ja, Berwald..?" "..Do you..feel for me...?" It was hard for Berwald to ask the question. And it didn't come out how he thought it would have. Matthias blinked. "J-ja..." He looked away, face redder than his own flag. Berwald gently put a hand on Matthias' cheek. "Jag älskar dig." Matthias looked at him, he smiled brightly. Berwald smiled softly in return. Matthias put his arms around Berwald's neck and leaned up, looking directly into his eyes. Berwald looked back. Matthias closed his eyes, kissing Berwald gently. Berwald closed his eyes as well, kissing back and slowly moving arms around Matthias' waist. They kept the kiss for what Berwald felt like was forever. Matthias pulled back and smiled to him. "I love you." Berwald smiled back, "I love y'also."
