A/N: First time publishing something I've written, hopefully it's not too garbage! Hopefully there will be more of this sad tale to come.

The morning began as all the others had before.

We awoke side by side in each other's embrace at the crack of dawn as the land was covered by the red of the sunrise that Peter had so lovingly pointed out made everything seem fine; making the world seem at peace even just for a short while. With this thought in mind, we began the day with a pang in our hearts.

We usually started our day with nothing more than a light snack, but today would be different.

While I stoked the red coals and ash that littered the cement floor back to life, I watched Berwald turn a corner and leave my sight, presumably to take care of his business. A flash of raw heat and fear rose inside of me as I realized he could easily leave me alone to die in this God-forsaken world.

But thankfully Berwald was not a cruel man, and he seemed to be willing to go through with today, even with as much trouble as it's been giving him. For he came back and sat beside me with a 'hmm' of contentment, as well as with our rucksack of our remaining provisions.

Can by can we emptied the bag and in comfortable silence decided what to do with which foods. We had numerous meals in a can, some fruit and vegetables and two cans of soup; if the worn and nearly non-existent labels were anything to go by.

With the offending clank of metal on stone, I took the courtesy of dividing the cans into five groups. One group each for breakfast, lunch, dinner, supper and dessert. Looking up to Berwald I waited for his approval. After a few scrutinizing looks at the imposing cans, he nodded in confirmation as my decisions.

As I diligently attempted to cut open the cans, Berwald stood once more and left to add wood to the fire. By the time I had opened the two cans my ears were greeted with the pleasant crinkling and crackling of the now steady going fire. I dumped both cans into the pot and set it in the coals to cook.

I looked up to see Berwald stalled in his previous works of washing the few cooking utensils we possessed as he simply stared ahead of himself. I decided now was a great time to wrap my arms around him and cuddle into his back. He seemed to jolt slightly but soon relaxed. He went to lay his hand on my left shoulder affectionately, only to recoil his hand as if he was burned before he could even touch me. I frowned of course because shoulder be damned I still wanted comfort and reassurance from the man I love, so I went around to give him the best bear hug I could manage. He happily returned the gesture tenfold and rest his head upon mine. I'm not sure how long we stayed like that before we were eventually interrupted by the smell of food.

I went to ready the meals only to be stopped in the midst of reaching for the bowls by his voice, booming in the acoustic confines, but far from unwelcome. "Ah'll take care'f it. Ya can sit down'n relax."

Nodding in appreciation I took my seat by the fire and thanked him out loud as he handed me the bowl of tinned meat and potatoes as I scooted closer to Berwald as he sat down and dug into his own food.

Deciding to fill the silence as I poked around my food, amused with the two different sizes of potatoes, I started "Hey Ber," forever loving that nickname I made for him.

To which he replied his usual "Hmm?" of questioning.

"Did you know, corn beef hash was a common provision in the second World War? I always found it funny, since most soldiers got sick of it," punctuating my words with spoonful of it to my mouth, "But I love it." and a sigh following suit, "Even now."

After a few terse seconds he nodded and replied, "S'good. M'compliments t'the chef." with a small cheeky grin followed suit as he held his bowl up in a show of good merriment.

I laughed lightheartedly and clinked mine with his and resumed eating.

After we both had finished our meal of corned beef hash and potatoes, I cleaned our bowls and spoons in spite of Berwald's offer to do them himself. When I had finished I dried my hands and found Berwald had went to relax. I proceeded to plop down across Berwald's stomach and stretch out with a content sigh and a smirk at his little 'oof' of surprise.

Berwald chuckled at my shenanigans and began to run his fingers through my hair, resulting in me practically purring in pleasure and cuddling up to his left side, content and sleepy with a belly relatively full of food for once. Today was our day, we could nap as we pleased.