Berwald Oxensteria, once a great Empire and one of the great European powers, The once great nation reduced to nothing by the very man that that had been in the Kalmar union with himself, Norway and 'him.' It had one been all of their jobs to protect and care for one another, they had all been the closest thing to a family, well in those times the only thing that had mattered was blood-bonds. But they had been stronger than any family could be. They all either survived together or perished and died together in the freezing cold of the Nordics.

"I hate you"

Those simple words had struck the Dane right in his heart as he looked down at the bruised and bloodied Sve before him with a sword pressed against his collarbone with lines of thin blood trailing down into the torn and dirt caked shirt. Even as Denmark glowered dangerously down at Swedish iceberg he could see a unwavering determination behind those ice eyes and felt himself give a emotion like awe. The man had not even made a noise as Mathias had tugged him down his narrow streets with his head bowed and wrists bound. He had made it as humiliating as possible for the Swedish man whom he despised and envied.

"Sve, we both know that is not right. Kela~"

Mathias chuckled quietly as he saw the beaten and exhausted man glare at him evermore even as he used the name he had made especially for his Sweden. He had took pleasure in seeing the blond at the end of his sword at first, but now he only felt a grim sense of annoyance for him as he did not waver even a smidgen. Mathias's red eyes sparked angrily as he only heard Berwald give a slight huff and the roll of his eyes, Berwald was on his knees with his wrists and ankles bound and the sword tip against his Adam's apple.

"Fan ta dig din jävel!"

Mathias blinked then smirked and looked down at him once again "hmmmm...you still dare to talk to meso?" He growled down and kicked Berwald marveling in how he had not grunted nor made a single noise even though he was sure even the Ice Nation was feeling pain, he smiled cruelly and leaned down crushing his already bloody lips against his in a heated one sided kiss of teeth and tongue.

For the first time since Berwald had been taken by Denmark he had fought back, he tried to push the man away but settled for angrily kissing back as their teeth and tongues grazed against each other trying to gain dominance of the other, but Mathias smacked him and smirked as he pushed him down and crawled on top of him smirking.

"Your mine. Not that Finnish bastard's...Mine"

Two men and nations, Each fighting to dominate and humiliate the other as best they could. Nations competing endlessly for the promise of new land and dominance over something unclaimed. Empires and Kingdoms fighting, competing, and unconditionally fighting each other.

They would continue to fight if only to love each other secretly because both of them were Kingdoms and Empires. Each destined to hurt each other but each fought against each other and for each other