Sufin (Sweden/Finland)
Inspiring Song: Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur
Berwald's arms wrapped around Tino, and he held his husband from behind. The two of them watched out the bay window as Peter tried to convince Erland to help him with a giant snowman. The window frosted over and the snow continued to add another layer to shoveled driveway.
Tino and Berwald had already spent their time outside with the boys, but had retreated inside. Behind them, the fire in their stone fireplace flickered to life, giving off much needed warmth to the room.
"You cold?" Berwald asked.
"No." Tino smiled as he leaned into Berwald's embrace.
"I can make cocoa."
That did sound tempting. Tino rather liked Berwald's hot cocoa. He never skimped out on the sugar. That was also Peter's favorite thing of his father's winter drinks.
"Hm. I think I can wait until they come back inside." Tino decided.
Berwald frowned. And then he let go to retreat to the couch. Tino was about to complain when Berwald quickly returned with a blanket. He then wrapped the blanket around the both of them. They turned back to watching the smaller nations.
Tino sighed, but took the opportunity to snuggle in closer. "I'm not cold, really."
"Wanted to make sure."
Deciding to indulge his husband's efforts, Tino gave Berwald a kiss on the cheek. He would have gone for a kiss on the lips, but with the way they were standing and bundled in the blanket, the angle was a bit difficult.
Berwald received the message and adjusted their positions well enough that he could respond with a proper kiss.
Tino rested his head on Berwald's shoulder.
"Should we call them in soon?" Tino asked. Peter and Erland had already been outside for two hours, including the time that Tino and Berwald had joined them. They were dressed in hats and scarves appropriate to the weather, but both the boys were sporting bright red noses and cheeks. Erland looked as if he was more than ready to go back inside, but he begrudgingly helped Peter place the head on Peter's snowman. Even without the head, the snowman was already taller than Peter.
"No." Berwald answered.
"Maybe no more than another hour… you remember the last time Peter got frostbite? Really, he's better suited for the rain. And it's unbelievable that Erland's still out there. Do you think he's okay?"
Berwald considered all of that and then replied with, "Was frostnip."
Tino exhaled. "Okay, it was frostnip, but that's not pleasant either."
Berwald wrapped his arms tighter around Tino. "They'll come in when they want."
There was no worrying past that point, much as Tino would have tried to push it, so Tino settled with enjoying warmth from his husband, the blanket, and the little fire crackling behind them. And once the snowman was complete, it seemed like Erland was doing his part to convince Peter to go inside.
That would be nice. Tino was looking forward to the hot cocoa, and he was sure his boys would enjoy the treat as well.