Chapter 1 - The New Beginning

Berwald walked into the house, not saying a single word, he went straight into his office and locked himself there. Desiré stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

"Yes. Well... um... I'm Tino." The small Finnish man said.

Desiré smiled and asked Tino to come in. She was awfully suspicious now. The gardener looked as if he was terribly confused and maybe even a little scared, but Berwald looked like he just saw a ghost of someone he was sure to be dead; he just left them rapidly for no reason. How did he know this man's name? What made him react that way? She asked the gardener to sit down in the living room while she went to make some coffee. While the water was boiling, she ran to her husband's office to drag him out of there and to the living room.

"What the hell was that about?!" She screamed as quietly as she could.

"I d'n't know wh't yer talkin' about" he said, pretending to be working.

"Fine. You don't want to tell me now? Well talk later. Now get your ass up and go the the fucking living room, I'm not doing this by myself." She was seriously pissed off.

Berwald got up and walked to the living room, staying silent. He sat in front of Tino and smiled a little. The man in front of him returned the smile but he was obviously stressed, maybe even scared. Maybe Berwald was hallucinating, but it looked as if Tino was trembling. Desiré came with the coffee and they started talking. Before they said anything about the work, Berwald introduced himself and quickly explained that Tino looked like someone he once knew a very long time ago. Tino and Desiré both nodded, though Desiré didn't look too convinced.

They've spend a good hour talking about the plans for the garden, prices, work hours, before going out to the actual garden. Tino looked as if he was having a heart attack, since he has not seen a garden in this state ever before in his life. The small man literally fell on his knees before a dead rose bush and nearly broke down to the point of crying. He started shouting out things like "how can you be this cruel" and "you're both so heartless" for about ten minutes, before he calmed down and apologised for his behavior and went back inside with Berwald and Desiré.

Once everything was settled and established between them, Tino left. Berwald was staring at Tino's butt and hips while he walked out the living room, unfortunately for him, Desiré noticed that. Berwald walked upstairs and into the bathroom to take a look at Tino while he was leaving. Desiré came upstairs quietly; Berwald didn't notice.

"BOO!" She screamed down her husband's ear.

Berwald jumped and screamed a little too in surprise. "Um... I was just w'shin' my h'nds fr'm goin' out to the g'rden."

"Washing them in air while looking at our gardener? The sink is on the other side and your hands are dry" she pointed out while taking his hands in her own.

"Sorry. He just really rem'nds me of s'meone" he said, looking down to the tiled floor.

"Reminds you of whom?"

"An old friend of mine" he said.

"How come I don't know him?"

"T'was bef're we met." He answered before walking out of the bathroom. "Ya d'n't trust me?"

"I do, sorry" she smiled gently and hugged Berwald.

Desiré went downstairs to cook lunch for them while Berwald flopped on the bed in their bedroom. The old forgotten feelings from his dream he forgot about were back. He closed his eyes and all he saw where those images from the dream, the images of Tino's naked body. The memories of their passionate nights came back to him. Before he knew, he was hard, so hard it was uncomfortable. He quickly went to the bathroom and few seconds later, he shot his load into his hand. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even to himself, but he knew, that this was the best orgasm he had in months. It's not like Desiré can't satisfy him; she can and she does. However, this, this was something different, felt more like his first orgasm ever than anything else, like everything before now wasn't the real thing. He quickly cleaned the mess up and sorted everything the way it was before.

"Ber! Lunch is ready!" He heard his wife call from downstairs.

He ran down quickly and sat in the kitchen while Desiré served lunch. "Here you go love" she said, placing the plate in front of him and kissing his hair at the same time.

"Th'nks" he smiled and kissed her gently on the lips before digging in.

Desiré was a great cook, and that was one of the things Berwald really loved about her. She sat down next to him and started eating too. "What were you doing upstairs?"

"Just r'laxin'" answered Berwald somewhat truthfully.

"Okay" was all she said before she continued eating.

About twenty minutes later, after they finished eating and Berwald finished washing the dishes, Desiré spoke again. "So, just a friend, huh?"

"Wh't?"

"The gardener reminds you of just an old friend?"

Berwald stayed quiet for a few seconds. "Ja" he finally answered.

"Is that why you kept staring at his ass while he was walking around the garden?" Desiré wasn't looking at him, just staring at the TV blindly.

Berwald staid silent for good five minutes. "Answer me!" She finally snapped.

"I'm sorry" was all he said.

"Why did you look at him that way? Like if you could you'd jump him at any second" she sounded deeply hurt.

"I'm really sorry, Desiré, I d'n't know why I did" Berwald's voice was much quieter than usual.

She sighed loudly and looked at Berwald. "Don't you dare look at him that way again. Understood?"

Berwald nodded and hugged his wife tightly, whispering "I'm sorry" quietly in her ear.

~Author Notes

Hello~ I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter.

Reviews are love :*

I don't own Hetalia but I do own this story.

~Alexandrite-Raven