"T'no." Berwald stood in the doorway to the kitchen watching his little "wife" flitter around the room. Tino turned around to face him with flour on his apron and a bowl of batter resting in his hand. He offered the tall Viking a sweet smile.

"What ya need Su-san?" His voice was sweet and gentle like it always was. He'd gotten used to the Swede's scary face and found that, for an old Viking, he was nothing more than a big sweetheart. Berwald shifted into the room and wrapped one arm around the smaller to bring him against him. He leaned in to place a searing kiss on the Fin's lips. With a skilled hand, he slipped the bowl out of Tino's hand and into his free one. He pulled away and stared into his "wife" 's wide purple eyes.

"Oh Berwald." His name escaped his loves perfect lips as his violet eyes sparkled. Berwald leaned in a little so their lips would brush with every word said.

"L't m' h'lp." A shiver went down Tino's spine and his eyelids slipped to half-mast.

"Berwald." The Swede's heart sped up as the smaller's hands ran up his chest and circled around his neck. Tino's eyes began to close as he moved closer so their lips would meet.

"Berwald!" Sweden's eyes widened and blinked as he stared at Tino. The bowl was now resting against his small chest and his other hand sat on his hip.

"Hm?" Tino sighed and closed his eyes but his smile was still there.

"I asked what ya needed Berwald." The tall Viking swallowed dryly. He blinked his eyes a couple times and he ran a hand through his hair.

"Wat'r pl'ase." Tino smiled. Setting the bowl on the counter, he grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with cool water. He brought it over to Berwald, who took it gratefully, and looked up at him. Berwald felt his heart speed up and his breath stick in his throat.

"Anything else Su-san?" Berwald felt his body practically die on him and his mind trying to pick up the pieces. His "wife" 's eyes still sparkled up at him, but held a slight gleam of impatience. Berwald swallowed dryly once again.

"No…Th'nk you." Turning away from the smiling Fin, Sweden hurried out of the little Kitchen. He hastily walked into his workshop, closed the door and leaned against it. Taking a large gulp of water, Berwald sighed and placed his hand over his face.

This was the fifth time something like that had happened in just the last three days. He'd be talking to Tino and then all of a sudden see himself taking the smaller nation into his arms. He'd ravish Tino with kisses and sweet touches or run his hands down his pale white chest and thighs and even- Berwald felt his face heat up. He was a Viking, the great Lion of the North, for god's sake and he couldn't even tell Tino he loved him. That's right, the tall, strong Berwald had fallen in love with the small, sweet Tino. He'd done things to show how he felt, like putting together a house for them, adopting Peter so Tino wouldn't be lonely and have them look like a family, but the closet he'd come to telling him was calling Tino his wife.

Berwald pushed himself away from the door. Setting the glass on a table by the door, he rolled up his sleeves, put on his woodworking apron and gloves and pulled out his latest project. He'd been working for the past few weeks on a present for Tino. It was a medium size sculpture of him, Tino, and Peter. Berwald spent a large amount of time on the details of Tino's miniature, to make it perfect, a fair amount on Peter, but not a lot on himself. It was about Tino, for Tino. Berwald sighed and sat in the chair next to the desk.

It was getting hard to live with Tino, to sleep next to him every night without doing anything…unwelcome. He laid his head down on his folded arms on the desk. Berwald sat there racking his brain for something to do about his problem. Slowly he fell asleep.

Shortly after Berwald fell asleep, Tino knocked on the workshop door. The smaller nation smiled and opened the metal door and peered in. The first thing he noticed was the quietly sleeping Berwald. Peter would be home in half an hour and Berwald had agreed to help him with his school work. Tino, being the thoughtful person he was, had come to remind Berwald of his promise. Tino moved over to the sleeping Viking. He smiled a little more at the peaceful expression on Berwald's face, before placing his hand on Berwald's shoulder shaking it lightly.

"Berwald, wake up." A light scream escaped Tino's mouth as Berwald bolted from his chair, knocking it over and roughly grabbed his wrist. Berwald pushed Tino back to the desk causing a squeak to emit from Tino's lips. "B-Berwald" The smaller of the two stuttered out. The only response he got was a grunt and chapped lips smashing against his.

Tino's eyes widened, his face heated and his heart beat sped up. This was both caring and slightly arousing the Fin. He'd always dreamed of Berwald kissing him, but he never thought it would be this rough. Without breaking the kiss, Berwald took ahold of both of Tino's wrists, laid him back on the work desk and pinned his wrists above his head with one hand. Berwald pulled away and Tino got a good look at him. His face was slightly tinted pink, but it was offset by the stern look on his face. What scared the Fin the most was the gleam in the Swede's eyes. His normal stoic blue eyes were swirled with lust, but not a normal lust, a Viking's lust.

Berwald used his teeth to rip off his glove and tossed it across the room. Tino felt his body shake as Berwald reached towards him.