"Berwald, we were finally able to wed. Aren't you happy?"

"Mhm, you're finally my wife."

"Oh, you. You know I'm a male. I guess since today is special I'll let you call me that. However, I am your husband."

"My wife"

He sighs, "We'll work on it."

~October 28, 1934~

Finland entered his house, taking off his coat and shoes. "Berwald?" He called for his husband. "I'm back from Norway's place. He was able to tell me why I have been so sick this past while..."

Sweden soon came to the front door to meet his wife. He had been worrying over Finland constantly. He has been vomiting in the mornings for the past two weeks. "Yes? What is it?"

Finland took a deep breath. He looked scared and like he was going to cry. This made Sweden even more worried, so he wrapped Finland up in his arms, kissing his head. "Whenever you're ready, Tino."

"I'm so sorry, Berwald. W-we already have a potential war going on and we d-don't have much to be able to afford this b-but..." Finland cried. "I'm p-pregnant with your child."

Sweden tightened his hold around Finland, running his hand through Finland's hair in an attempt to sooth him. "Don't worry... we'll make it through this... I promise..."

Finland nodded, hiding his face in Sweden's chest. "I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry."

"It's not your fault"

~May 6, 1935~

"Where is he!" Finland yelled, "My baby is coming!"

"Tino, please calm down. The doctor will be here any moment." Norway tried to reason with the Fin. He turned to Sweden who was scared out of his mind, making his already scary face even more scary. "Go get some towels and a bucket of warm water!" Norway instructed him. "The doctor may not get here in time."

Right then, Finland let out a loud cry of pain. Sweden hurried out the door and told Denmark and Iceland who were outside the door to come help him.

As soon as they camp back, Norway has already stripped Finland of his pants. "Berwald! Hold Tino's hand. Tell him words of encouragement. Tell him to breathe. The baby is coming!"

A few hours later, a cry was heard. There, a new child had been born. The chord was cut and the child was washed and wrapped in a towel, given to the new mother.

"There you go, Tino. You have yourself a baby girl." Norway said, handing her off. The doctor had come but was currently busy with making sure Tino would heal alright from the experience of childbirth.

"She's beautiful..." Finland said in awe, looking toward Sweden, "This is our daughter..."

"What do you plan to make her?" Denmark asked childishly.

"Asta" Sweden suggested, "it means Divine beauty.."

"I like that..." Finland agreed, and began thinking as well. "How about Rebekka? For a second name? It means someone who joins and ties people together."

"Asta Rebekka Oxenstierna. It sounds nice." Iceland put in. "It suits her."

"Awe, that's cute, Icy." Denmark teased.

"Oh, shut it." Iceland said back, annoyed.

"That's enough from you two. Let's leave the couple to themselves. Okay?" The doctor told more than suggested. "Come on, All of you." Norway, Denmark, and Iceland were ushered out of the room. The doctor closed the door behind him so Finland and Sweden could have their moment.

"She's perfect" Finland sighed, "I love her already." He said, years coming from his eyes.

Sweden nodded, "Just like my wife." Sweden smiled.

Finland grinned back, "Thank you Berwald. Minä rakastan sinua." (I love you)

"Jag älskar dig också, fru." (I love you too, wife.)