A/N: My first fanfic ever! Yay! I still have lot to learn about writing stories in English and my keyboard is a little broken so I apologise for all errors I've made and please be so kind and point them out if they bother you. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but please go easy on me.

This fic was requested by a friend (hope ya like it!), and is (hopefully :D) written by the terms she gave me.

Discalimer: I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia… I wish I did, though…

And on with the fic!

Rakastaa, ei rakasta, rakastaa…

Breathe. Just Breathe. In trought you nose and out trough your mouth. In and out…. It shouldn't be that hard, right? RIGHT?? So why the hell he couldn't breathe?!? He was safe now, Ivan wouldn't find him here, but he still couldn't breathe. It was like someone had put a thick cloth over his mouth to prevent the precious oxygen from flowing into his lungs.

Tino shook where he sat, knees drawn to his chest and swayed slightly. Tears slid down his cheeks and his barely audible sobbing was probably the only thing that gave away the fact that he was sitting behind the dumpster in the back alley.

Gods, he hated this, Ivan and his daily need to make his life intolerable. Yeah, they had had a thing going on a few months back, but the Russian had… Not been what he made everyone believe. He had his good moments, but most of the time he was overly jealous, possessive to the point of it being suffocating, manipulative and quite violent as well. He had confronted the man and said it was over betweeb them, because he had seriously been scared out of his mind because of his ex. Tino still was scared. But the cold-hating man hadn't let him be. The bruises on his wrists from their encounter today were a visible proof of that.

The small Finn was slowly starting to calm down, taking a shaky breath after another and contemplated on going home. No, it wouldn't be the first time that the Russian would have been waiting him in front of his flat. The last time… He didn't even want to think about it. So Tino decided just to sit there and wait until he thought it was safe enough and maybe crash at Eduard's place, like usually.

He didn't remember closing his eyes, but Tino must have fallen asleep because it had gotten so dark so suddenly. And it was cold. The Finn shivered lightly and mentally slapped himself for leaving his jacket behind as he ran from Ivan (he had slid out of it when the Russian had grabbed his sleeve). No matter how resistant he was to the cold, it was just too much to sit on the snowy ground wearing only a tee shirt.

The small teen stood up uncertainy, letting out a small hiss of pain when he put weight on his right foot. He had twisted it, thanks to his ex pushing him to the ground. So he started to limp forward, out of the alley and towards any safe place possible.

Tino seriously considered to spend the night at the house of his Estonian friend, but one glance at his watch ruined those plans; it was already 11 p.m. Eduard was surely sleeping by now and he didn't want to wake his friend up.

So he kept on going, rubbing his arms and tried not to fall down. The small teen was so focused on staying upright that he didn't notice a person standing in front of him until it was too late and bumbed on to the said person.

The Finn fell to the ground second time that day with a surprised yelp, wrecking his already twisted ankle even more. That made Tino let out a small pained whimper.

"Are ya 'kay?" asked a voice above him, offering the small boy a hand.

"Yeah, I'm just fine" Tino replied, obviously lying, and took the hand, the stranger pulling him up.

He then looked up to the stranger, only to meet a pair of blue, cold and emotioneless eyes. The person in front of him looked like he was going to kill the poor Finn. Tino recognised him as Berwald Oxens-something, a senior from the school he was attending. And if he recalled correctly, the student was from Sweden.

'Scaaaaaryyyyy…'

"D'ya need 'ny help?"

"N-no! I'll be j-just f-fi-fine…" Tino stuttered trough his clattering teeth.

He attempted to walk away but only made it a few steps away before his leg failed him and he stumbled, forced to lean against a wall. His small frame trembled due to the cold.

The larger student stepped closer. "Ya can't 'ven walk. Wha' happ'nd t'ya?"

"Uuuh… I sort of tripped and-" Tino started, but was cut off as the other teen scooped him up and began to walk away with the lithe boy in his arms.

"What??"

"I'll get ya h'me. Where d'ya live?" Berwald asked, pulling Tino closer. "Ya'r really cold, ya kn'w.

"Huh? Wait! Put me down!" Tino replied, confused and a little scared of the senior. He didn't really want down though, it was so warm and comfy in the older students arms… And yeah, he was freezing.

"No. Can't d'that. Ya'r hurt." Berwald replied, then glanced down at the Finn.

"What's yar name?"

"Tino…" the smaller of the two replied, feeling his eyes begin to droop. This day had been way too exhausting for him. Thank God it was Saturday tomorrow…

And with that, Tino fell asleep.

"Hey, don't f'll 'sleep! I don't kn'w- " Berwald started, but closed his mouth in mid-phrase, knowing it would probably be useless to try to wake him up. He was quite worried

about Tino anyway. The kid was way too cold for it to be healthy, his right ankle was swollen pretty badly, there were bruises on his wrists and there was clear evidence that the smaller boy had been crying.

Berwald picked up his pace, determined to get the kid somewhere warm. And since he didn't know where Tino lived he decided to take him to his house.

But in his hurry Berwald failed to notice one very pissed Russian staring at him as he carried Tino away.

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It didn't take long to reach the Swedes house, only ten minutes or so. He stopped at the front door, trying to get his keys out of his pocket and open the door without dropping the small Finn. It turned out to be quite tricky, but after some wiggling and sifting Berwald managed to get them both inside.

He placed the smaller blond carefully on the worn out blue couch in the middle of his living room, covering the Finn with several blankets he had fetched from his closet. Berwald then dug out a first aid kit from one of his drawers. He placed it on a small desk beside the couch and dug out some bandages and an ice pack and began to wrap it around the sleeping boys' ankle.

The Swede stepped back to inspect his work, and being satisfied with it, sat down on a chair opposite to the couch and observed Tino a little. Making a note to himself to ask the boy what had happened to him when he woke up, the senior fell asleep rather involuntary on the hard chair.

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Tino felt someone shaking him. And that someone was apparently calling his name, too. Strange… He didn't remember getting home and there definitely shouldn't be anyone in his apartment.

The Finn's eyes snapped open as he shot up in panic, his head colliding with an unfamiliar forehead.

Tino clutched his head while Berwald landed on the floor. The Swede groaned, alarming the smaller blond, who just barely dared to look at the man at his side.

To say Tino was surprised would be an understatement.

The Finn was in shock, but as some of the events from last night started to come back, he was abe to put together the missing pieces. 'He must have taken me to his house after I fell asleep… And I thank him by giving him a head ache! Smooth, Tino, just smooth!'

"I-I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" Väinämöinen exclaimed worriedly, feeling just horrible for almost knocking out his saviour.

"M'fine. 'R ya 'kay?" the Swede replied, pushing himself up from the floor, then sitting to the edge of the couch.

"Yes… Sorry you had to take care of me. I should be going, so I won't cause any extra trou-" Tino started, but was cut off by Berwald brushing away his bangs and pressing their foreheads together. The Finn made a soft squeking sound and blushed furiously at the sudden contact.

The larger man only frowned slightly before pulling away.

"Ya hav' a fev'r" He stated simply. " 'Nd ya can't walk. So ya 'rn't goin' anywh'r'."

"Huh?"

"J'st rest.'M goind t'make s'me br'kfast."

Tino stared incredulously after the senior student. He just sat there for a while, contemplating on running away at the first chance he had, but the older man was right; he couldn't walk. Besides, Berwald had looked like he was going to murder the smaller student in cold blood if he even tried to move. Admitting defeat, the Finn flopped back down on the couch with a sigh. He might as well do what he was told to and get some rest.

And the end of the first chapter! Yay! I know, the ending sucks…

But… Like it? Hate it? Please R&R!