A/N: Made for part 8 of the Hetalia kink meme, and my first time ever writing fanfiction!

He walked into the café at exactly 8:30 and ordered a strong, black coffee like he always did. Later that day he would come in at around noon and order something sweeter, along with a muffin.

And no, it was not weird at all that Berwald had memorized Tino's routine.

Fumbling with the paper cup, Berwald tried hard to keep his hands from shaking as he filled it. His friend and co-worker, Denny (which wasn't really his real name but what he answered by) always made fun of him for his shyness, especially when it came to that certain customer.

"He's like a little puppy or something. How could you be scared of him?" Denny was playing with the cups, stacking them into pyramids. Even though he was almost as tall as Berwald, he still acted like a little kid.

"I'm not sc'red… its j'st th't he's r'lly cute 'nd-"

"Then why don't you ask him out or something?"

Denny received a blank stare, and sighed.

"Look. He's sitting at the table next to the window up front. Why don't ya take his order to him now?"

"B-b-but..!"

By the time Berwald could think coherently, he was being shoved in Tino's direction.

Taking deep breaths and small steps, he inched closer to the smaller man.

Don't mess this up Berwald. Don't make yourself look like a complete idiot. You can do this….

Tino was glowing. Even though it was probably the light from the window, Berwald couldn't help but think that the gods were mocking him. Even though Tino's frame was small, he sat straight, making him look mighty. He made that t-shirt and those skinny jeans he was wearing look like he walked out of a fashion magazine, despite the fact that almost every other boy in the café was wearing a variation of the same thing.

Call it fate, karma even. But whatever it was, Berwald cursed it as his foot got tangled in the leg of a chair, and sent him careening forward, coffee flying. He saw the cup fall in slow motion, landing in the lap of a certain someone sitting next to the window. That same certain someone leapt out of his seat and reached for a wad of napkins.

Getting up quickly, Berwald scrambled to help, mumbling apologies the whole time.

"I'm s'rry, 'm so so s'rry!"

"Ah, it's alright. Accidents happen." Tino looked up and gave Berwald a reassuring smile

"A-'re you ok?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. It's just a spill after all."

"Y-y'ur shirt's ru'ned." Tino looked down, his formally white t-shirt stained with what looked like a pain to wash out. His eyebrows furrowed looked it over, muttering. "Hm. I should take care of this before I go see Eduard…"

"I'm s'rry. "

Berwald's face felt like it was on fire. He was sure that Tino would hate him now, and they would never run off and get married and live in their summer villa near the ocean with their children and grow old together and get to see their grandchildren grow up and laugh about how fast the years have flown by and-

"That's alright, too. I've been meaning to visit the Laundromat anyways."

"…Y' cou'd b'rrow one o' m'ne." Berwald regretted it as soon as he said it. His cheeks turned three different shades of red, like some kind of themed Technicolor light show. "Um… I me'n…"

"Y-you really don't have to-"

"Oh no, he insists." Denny unceremoniously flung an arm around the two of them, ignoring Berwald's horrified expression. "He'd be happy to." And before they knew it, Berwald was reaching into his employee's locker for one of his collared uniform shirts.