Berwald stood before Tino's door. He produced a spare key from his pocket and pushed it into the door. The door crept open, without a sound, and Berwald noticed an uncanny silence flooding the room. He entered, stomping the snow from his shoes and pulling his jacket off. The silence remained. It was strange for Tino to be so suddenly silent, usually there was the sound of cooking or of his humming.
In the living room, to his left, Berwald discovered Tino huddled on the couch. His stocking feet were tucked under him, his toes spread beneath cotton socks. In his lap he held two needles. His fingers quickly moved to continue knitting something that resembled a striped skirt. Two white ear-buds leaked from his perfectly shaped ears. His light hair barely concealed them. He worked silently, his head bobbing with the tone of the music.
Berwald walked over, comforted by the warmth Tino's living room provided.
"Tino." He said.
Tino didn't respond.
"Tino." Berwald repeated.
Tino still refused to respond. Finally Berwald, realizing how little time he had, walked to Tino. He plucked an earphone up and readied the question on his lips. Tino's eyes looked over at him briefly. As Berwald began to answer, he heard the music, spilling from the phones.
BEARS! CHARGING DOWN THE RAVIVE, EYES GLOWING BRIGHT AS THEY TEAR OUT YOUR SPLEEN! OVER THE MOUNTAINS THEY FLY WITH A ROAR! WHEREVER THEY GO, THE BEARS JUST LEAVE GORE!
Berwald let go of the ear piece. The heavy metal core blasted from the small pieces. The songs continued describing the plight of bears.
LISTENING TO YOU AS YOU SAY YOUR PRAYERS! EVIL BEARS WITH DEATHLY STARES!
Tino gave him a delicate smile, his eyes swimming with warmth. He put the ear piece back in and returned to the task of knitting, humming to the song. Berwald looked at the screen leaning against Tino's lap. Next up was Finntroll.
BEAAARRRSS BEARS BEARS BEARS BEARS BEARS BEAAARRRSSS
I own neither Hetalia or Bears by Nekrogoblikon