Paring: SuFin
Rating: T(to be safe)
Warning: Sweden's POV, Chronic Illness, Fluff
AN: Basically this is told from Berwald's Point of View and it's what I basically go through everyday with my mom. But I would want to change any of it no matter what. Well except for her having RA.
It pained me. He was either in pain and crying, or in pain and trying to do something he shouldn't. But every time I asked if he needed help, He's smile and say no. I don't know what kept making me listen. I knew I shouldn't. I knew I should help, but I'd listen.
I knew his flares were bad, but he still kept a smile. And it hurt me. It hurt to the point where I'd cry myself.
I knew I could never do anything to help him. I knew it hurt Peter too. Having to see his "Äiti" like this.
But today I saw it got so bad, I couldn't stand to be idling sitting back and watching.
He was washing the dishes while I was playing with his dog, don't ask. She had been nipping at my feet and asking to play with me for about an hour. But I heard a dish drop and crash to the floor. I had quickly ran into the kitchen and saw him holding his wrists. I told him to go sit on the couch while I clean up the broken dish and finished the dishes.
I returned to the den to find him crying. Even though I asked him, he brushed it off and told me it was nothing. It pained me really. So I stepped forward and hugged, as time as I could without making it hurt worse. The smile he gave brought so much happiness. Not even the broken dish, even though he had painted it himself, could destroy it. When he questioned. I just told him that we could make a new one together. He smiled and pressed our lips together.
His small smiles, sparks a whole new sunshine in even the gloomiest of days.
AN: Flames will be used to roast bonfire and I shall sing England's Marshmallow Song around it.