Note; I am happy so many people started watching this story. :3 It makes me happy! I hope I do them justice. Er. This chapter is kind of a tease. Because there is no.... well. You'll just have to read, 'kay? Just wait. I'm sure you will love the next chapter. Until then, enjoy this. Leave comments, enjoy and have a good day, hei? :3

Berwald was an absolute nuisance when it came to things like this! He sat there on the edge of the bed with his fingers draped over the buttons of his own tuxedo. He was frowning to himself as he fumbled his fingers more than he ever had in his whole life. There was no way to describe the intense red plaguing his cheeks, no way to explain how hot he felt to the point of being faint. He was struggling with figuring out how to go about doing the task at hand and not losing his brain entirely in the sheer pleasure of it all. He had never done this before, after all! The sight before his vibrant green eyes was enough for him to just fall off the bed and lay in a pool of nose blood for the next twenty years if worse came to worse.

But we can't get to that yet. As Berwald sat there in his momentary frozen motion he recalled the day's events and that is what he dwelled upon in vivid detail for the next fifteen minutes because this chapter cannot have boy love just yet! We like to tease readers tremendously!

The day had started unlike any other. Berwald had gone through many days with a mundane groan to his expression, a mumble to his walk, a grunt to his sheer presence; today was nothing like that. Today was a mixture of nerves and bewilderment. Of course his precious Tino wanted a huge party and to turn this whole thing into a big event, but the taller man figured that it had to do with the boy wanting to show off for him. As he stood in front of the mirror adjusting his tie, he had to smile to himself despite his nerves. The fact that the boy liked showing off for him left him feeling terribly pleased.

Finland was in a different room tightening up the last things he needed to. He twirled around in his pretty white dress in front of his own mirror and gazed dazzle-eyed into his reflection. He fixed up some of the flowers and ribbons adorning his hair and then twirled around again, happy to watch the dress flair out and follow his motions.

Well, duh! He felt like a princess because this was his special day! There he stood, the most beautiful princess in the world for a day! He felt giddy as he walked out of the little room he was in to prance down the aisle. Waiting there was a very handsome (albeit very sweaty) Sweden gazing back at him with an emotion Finland had never really seen on the man's face before. And by the time the boy got up to his lover, they took each others hands and for the first time, just stared into each others eyes and smiled.

The rest of the ceremony went off without a hitch. They were happy during their little party, and Finland felt like queen of the land when he sat at the head of the table, raising a toast and boasting about how Sweden and he would have major fun relations later on in the evening. Of course, he masked his words with pretty syllables, cute giggles and with such vagueness that nobody would have understood anyway. Hell, Finland probably didn't even know what he was talking about but that was irrelevant.

They cut the cake in glee, Finland happily shoving his finger onto the icing and dragging it around to collect a nice amount on the appendage, followed by slowly licking it off with his tongue. Sweden was ready to pass out at that point.

They drank wine and Finland got all red in the nose, giggling even more than usual and pointing at random upholstery items to express his condolences to how pretty they were and blah blah blah. It was when the other countries began filing out when Sweden decided to be romantic and sweep his wife off his feet. A semi-drunk Finland cheered as he was lifted up into the man's strong arms and hoisted off to their night of romance.

The atmosphere in their large bedroom was very romantic. Earlier in the day Finland had requested that their room be prepped for major romance and ordered the works for it. That consisted of pretty scented candles spread out all over the room, nice silks draping the bed and chairs, red flower petals in the huge tub in the bathroom, and for the room to have a balcony to lead out to the moonlight. Of course, now that Tino was a little tipsy, Sweden was feeling a bit more awkward about the situation.

The tall man set the boy down on the big puffy bed and was going to resort to thinking his options out on the balcony but Tino had other plans. He wrapped his arms around Berwald's neck before the man could back away, and clung on tightly, nuzzling his face against his lover's.

"Mmh! Whatchu wanna do now?" Tino asked happily, knowing exactly what he wanted.

"You should rest," Berwald said flatly. "You drank too much."

Finland sat up slightly and pouted. "What? You can't say that! That's the wrong thing to say. You have to say 'Oh Tino, I am going to take you to a magical land full of sweet, delicious, and otherwise tooth-aching goodness. A.K.A have sex!' you know?"

Berwald pulled himself back and gulped. A strained expression appeared on his face as he looked down at his obviously inebriated wife. How could he possibly lose his virginity to Finland if the boy was drunk!? That would ruin the whole romantic moment, wouldn't it? Not only that but would it not be less meaningful than if the boy was fully aware of everything? The older nation frowned and tried pulling away again but Finland followed him, still latched onto his neck.

"Come on," Finland smiled. "Don't you want to? That's what newlyweds do!"

Berwald cleared his throat and then sighed. "IMMA VIRGIN, YOU KNOW?"

Oops. There he went shouting things and jumbling his words again. And this time it wasn't a clear-thinking Finland that greeted him with a blank yet confused stare, but a semi-drunken Finland greeting him with the same expression. The boy pouted, his eyes filled with tears, and he whispered, "You... you... you..."

Berwald was bracing for the worst. They had been married for only a few hours and already experiencing one of the worst fights to ever walk the earth if fights could walk, that is.

But what Berwald was ready to face never actually happened. Instead of hearing a screeching Tino crying over how upset he was to not get sex on his wedding night, he ended up hearing the boy squealing in delight, happy as a clam, smiling like never before. And he was squeezing Berwald tightly, nuzzling into him with such happiness; Sweden thought the boy was ready to burst for real.

"I love that!" Finland shouted. "You want to make it so special! You want it to be something memorable! That is the most beautiful thing I ever heard, hei! I am so happy~ that you want our first time together to be really super duper special. That is so romantic, Berwald~~~~~~"

Obviously Berwald was at a loss. The boy before him was happy that he had shouted at him? Well, clearly the relationship they shared would always take different turns and keep him on his heels. "It is...?" he asked sheepishly.

"Hei! Of course it is!" Finland chirped. "But answer me this! Will you.. will you~! Will you have intimate relations with me now or what?! Please, please?"