Tino Väinämöinen was tired.

The Finn's day had been hectic, as always. The blond worked at Flying Mint Bunny, the leading children's store in the nation, as the chief designer of the toys section. It was hard work, but after the years he spent there, he'd managed to win the favor of the company's boss, an Englishman by the name of "Arthur Kirkland", and provide a decent lifestyle with his fiancé, a Swedish carpenter named Berwald Oxenstierna. His phone buzzed inside his pocket. Tino flipped the screen up and read the text.

"Take your time coming home. Lots of traffic, snow and all. -Berwald" Tino read to himself. He felt a smile inch across his face. Tino typed out a reply quickly, sparring a glance at the snow softly puffing downwards from the heavens above.

"Of course I will! See you soon! Love, Tino"

Tino lifted his worn messenger bag up onto the desk, creasing several blueprints that had been lying there. He placed his thermos and paperwork into the bag and carefully shut the flaps. Tino slung the bag over his shoulder and caught sight of his colleague, a certain American named "Alfred Jones". Said American was packing up, the drawings of action-figures slipping onto the floor as he waved enthusiastically to the Finn. As goofy as the man was, he had the best 3-D drawings that anyone had ever seen when it came to superheroes. Tino waved back, and started out the door into the snow that waited for him 4 floors below.

Berwald hadn't been kidding when he said the snow was thick, Tino almost couldn't get to his car. "Mother Nature must be PMSing again." Tino thought with a sigh as he tried in vain to start up his car. He leant back against the headrest, closing his eyes. Suddenly a recording of his Icelandic cousin Emil came on, singing "Jar of Hearts" by Christina Perri . He smiled, remembering how he had recorded it right outside of said cousin's bedroom, awestruck at the boy's singing ability. He pressed the talk button, and immediately the sound of Emil's voice came through the speakers.

"Tino? I'm sorry to be calling you at this hour, I know you're at work, but I have to tell you something, don't blame me, I only found out about this today as well.…" Emil started.

==O==

Tino paid no attention to the storm of cars honking their horns at him as he swerved recklessly through the lanes in a desperate attempt to get back to the apartment that he and Berwald shared. He felt the tears threatening to overflow his eyes as he parked the car and was buzzed in by the receptionist in the lobby. He raced up the stairs to the apartment. He didn't want to believe the things he heard from Emil. They must not be true. Emil sometimes did this, gave him a good scare to bring him back to reality.

But nothing Emil had ever said to him had such an effect on him.

He flung open the door to the apartment, and recoiled at the stench. It was something he knew all too well. The smell of sweat and sex. He carefully closed the door and took his shoes off not to make any noise and started down the hallway. He stopped outside the bedroom he and Berwald shared, hearing the sounds he had hoped he was wrong about. Gathering up all the courage he had, he screwed his eyes tightly shut and opened the door that was carelessly left unlocked.

He cracked open an eyelid and then both eyes widened with horror at the scene before him. His cousin. His own cousin, Nikolas lay, naked on the bed that Berwald and he had purchased together, and his fiancé, the supposed love of his life, the one he was supposed to MARRY, was equally as naked, and was on top of the Norwegian, suspicious white liquid dotting the sheets around them. Nikolas's head was thrown back in ecstasy as Berwald thrust into him. "Just a little more, Nor." Berwald murmured, leaning down to suck on the skin of Nikolas's neck. The Finn snapped.

"No. NO MORE!" the Finn yelled, effectively scaring the shit out of the two lovers. Both turned to him, both reactions frozen in a state of shock. The Finn started to stutter in Finnish and began to tremble, the messenger bag coming off his shoulder and falling in a ragged heap onto the floor. He felt like doing that too, his head spinning, he clutched the wall for support. He returned his eyes to the scene before him. Berwald had hurriedly pulled out of Nikolas and was hastening to find his clothing which was strewn across the room, Nikolas quickly following suit. Tino couldn't understand what was happening.

He shakily stood up and fled. He didn't take notice of the shouts behind him, calling, screaming at him to stop and listen. He didn't want to. Tino just wanted to dispel from his memory that awful vision he had just seen.

The Finn stopped running after a while. He touched the tear trails glistening on his cheeks and felt the buzz of his phone in his pocket. It was Berwald's ring tone. He placed his hands over his ears to block out the noise. It went to voicemail. He gripped his phone after ignoring several pleading calls from his cheating fiancé and cousin, and prepared to call his best friend Eduard with the news, but then remembered he and HIS fiancé were going out to dinner to celebrate Eduard's birthday.

He scrolled through the contacts on his phone and stopped at the one he never thought he'd have to use.

"Hello, hero speaking!" the cheerful voice of Alfred Jones exclaimed.

"Hi, Alfred, It's Tino….no I'm not fine. I'm sorry to ask, but do you think I could stay with you tonight?"

-To be Continued...maybe-

HA. HAHA. What my weird mind will come up with at 9:48 p.m….this apparently. Please review if you like it, I want to know if I should make it into a full story.

Hasta la Pasta!