As the years went by the hate slowly began to fade. The bad feelings around Denmark and Sweden were still there and they argued a lot. But Denmark could live with it. As long as he could see Berwald once in a while that was enough. He wanted so much more but he knew that he was only allowed to watch Sweden and not to touch him. If he could annoy the other so much that he would only look at him for a brief moment, then Mathias would live to annoy him. That was decided from himself a long time ago. And deep inside he wanted to just drag Berwald home to the dane and make him his and only his. Too fuck him until he couldn't live without it anymore. Everything he had failed to accomplish back then in the past.

Sweden and Finland had gotten the child Peter. It was considered a gift from Sweden to Finland. Together they were the typical happy and perfect family that everyone was dreaming about. Norway had left Denmark recently with Iceland. He had also wanted to be independent and stand on his own two feet. Also Aleks didn't like the idea to leave Iceland alone with Mathias so his little brother had to tag along. That meant that Denmark was all alone, the only thing he truly hated.

Well, it was true that he still had everyone as a big family. He did often hang out with Aleks and his little brother Emil as often as he could, so that was good at least. And then at the holidays the whole Nordic family gathered, often at Berwalds' and Tinos' place to celebrate. Mathias often tried to annoy Berwald to get his attention. Sadly enough it often resulted in big fights and that someone would blame him for destroying the family meet-up. Even thought he never meant it like that.

Today it was midsummer and considered to be a big Swedish holiday. Tino had invited everybody to come. The Danish man had of course agreed to visit them. He would never miss a chance to hang out with them and especially Sweden. Even if it was a bit annoying that Finland was there.

After a long time of figuring out the outfit for the day he picked a red shirt, a black tie and black pants. He was pleased with what he had chosen. He took the cab over, considering that midsummer was a celebration with a lot of alcohol. And he was more than willingly to drink. He would never turn down one. It was his chance to maybe get the Swedish man to finally let loose and maybe get a little closer.

When he arrived everyone was already there, waiting for him. He paid the taxi-driver and hurried up the stairs "Hi there~!" he smiled bright towards them and especially Berwald. Mathias hoped he would smile back. But Sweden didn't do that. Instead he looked down at his "wife". Much to Denmarks sadness. Why couldn't he look at him instead? He was the guest for crying out loud!

Everyone else greeted him and Peter ran past his parents and hanged onto Mathias. Denmark lifted him up and smiled towards him "Are you a monkey or what?" he threw him up. Peter just laughed shrugged his head "No!" he screamed as Mathias threw him once more. Berwald grunted at this and pulled Peter away from Mathias. Mathias snorted at that "Party pooper…" mumbled he and stomped inside, pulling Aleks and Emil with him. He hated how cold Berwald was. He knew he could be kind of cute and nice if he just wanted to. But now it seemed like it never occurred anymore. Still… the danish man couldn't feel the eyes that pierced trough his back.

The hours went by and slowly everyone began to feel the power of the alcohol. Norway, Iceland, Finland and Sealand were outside, chatting and playing. Berwald on the other hand was doing the dishes since he couldn't stand it being left to the day after. Mathias stumbled out from the toilet and walked out to the swede "Hey, what are you doing~?" he sang out and hugged him from behind. Sweden on the other hand shrugged him of "Let go…" he muttered and stared at him with cold eyes. He wasn't amused at all while Denmark was "Don't be so cold Berwald…" he kept on saying and pulled him away from the dishes "Why… why won't you even look at me anymore?" his voice was showing a little bit of sadness

Berwald turned around and looked his way "Better now?" he asked annoyed and crossed his arms. He wasn't up for any of Mathias games at the moment. He was sick and tired of them and he just wished that his family could have some peace. For once he wanted to be able to relax. He had asked Tino to not invite Mathias, but obliviously he hadn't listened closely enough.

Mathias shook his head "No... nonono..! Not like that!" he was beginning to get a tad bit frustrated thanks to the alcohol and due to the fact that Sweden was like an iceberg. He tugged on Swedens sleeve "you're so cold… you're always so cold towards me Berwald" Mathias pushed him towards a wall when Berwald pulled back his hand. He wouldn't allow this anymore.

Berwald sighed "I don't see why it would matter? You're annoying, back off…" he tried to get away but failed as Mathias did a great job pinning him to the wall. Suddenly, without a warning a pair of lips crashed onto Berwalds. Oh, how Mathias had missed to taste of those lips. At the moment he didn't care that the other had turned stiff and didn't kiss back. Just this was enough right now. After all those years alone it felt better. Reality hit him only when Berwald bit him and he could feel the taste of blood. He pulled away quickly.

He met an angry pair of eyes when he faced him again and was hit to the ground. He grunted as he landed and looked up at Berwald. Berwald stared down on him "Get out of my home!" he grawled and walked away.

"Berwald!" he got up and walked after him "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to… I just…" Berwald shut the bathroom door after himself and locked, leaving the dane outside "Berwald! Let me in!" he screamed and began to bang on the door. Berwald on the other hand didn't answer, he just wished for him to leave already. It was dangerous for both of them if he opened the door for the shorter male. Old memories of the past flooded thru his mind.

Finally Mathias gave up and left. He hated himself for what he had done. Now, Berwald would never look at him. Not a chance in the whole world. He was doomed.

On the way out he met Aleks "Where have you been brother?" Denmark just shook his head "I have to go… I'm sorry" he kissed Norway on the forehead and hurried away. Ignoring Tinos questioning about why he was leaving already and the voice of Peter; asking him to play. But he didn't have the time, he had to flee. Flee from the mess he had created.