Hello again! I'm sorry this took forever! First it wouldn't type, then it wouldn't upload, the the computer erased my file for it. And to top it off, i was grounded from the computer all week. Which SUCKED! no fanfics for a week ruins what little sanity i have! 0A0

SO YOU BETTER ENJOY! :| *stare at you*

So, anyway, Read a chapter in Mattie's point of view!

Two. Months. Berwald's been staying in my house for two months. I don't remember the last time someone stayed this long with me. I guess I am rather... forgettable?

But Sweden... he's actually putting in an effort to remember me.

He made lunch today, and it was SO good! I thought I had died and gone to food heaven. It was almost as good as my pancakes, Maple!

The strange thing is... I still barely know the guy, and everytime I see him, I blush. Why? Every night, he kisses me. And lately, every time I see him, I start to totally check him out!

He has a nice face, And really pretty cerulean blue eyes. He always seems to be glaring at everything, but that's just his thinking face. He's a very analytical person.

He's really tall, he's strong, he likes building things. I mean, seriously! I now have a shed. A heated shed. That will eventually have plumbing.

It's like he's building a mini-house in my backyard! Not that I mind. He needed something to do.

And he has a NICE ass. It has to be said. or thought at least... and yes. I will totally admit to myself that i was looking at it while he was working on the shed thing.

I wonder what he looks like undressed... Hmm... Yummy.

"Matt." His voice brings me out of my daydream. I look at him and immediately feel my face heat up.

"Y-yes Berwald?" I ask, suddonly really shy. Kinda like when me and Al were younger and living with Arthur, and we got caught stealing from the cookie jar.

"Wat 're ya doin'?"

"Nothing... why do you ask?"

"Cuz yer starin' 't m'." He said after a small pause. My little daydream flashes across my mind again. And i blush more. "'Re ya ok?" He asked, placing a hand on my forehead.

Why is it that whenever I get to a certain extent of being embarassed that I pass out?

I wake up later. It's prolly 8pm, or thereabouts. I get up and hear someone talking in a different language. at least... I think it's talking. It sounds kinda like singing.

"Ja ... Ja. Jag förstår." (yes... yes. I understand.) I see Sweden talking on the phone with someone. He sounds tired. "Chefen, jag kan bara inte åka hem ... Inte än." (Boss, I just can not go home ... Not yet.)

"Jag bryr mig inte Kom tillbaka NU!" (i don't care get back here now!) The person on the other end yelled. Berwald held the phone away from his ear, and sighed.

"Jag är ledsen. Jag kommer tillbaka så fort jag kan. Ja Boss ... Jag tar det första planet jag kan. Ja ... Jag är ledsen för att oroa dig. Ja ... Hej då."

(I'm sorry. I'll be back as soon as I can. Yes Boss... I'll take the first plane I can. Yes... I'm sorry for worrying you. Yes... Goodbye.)

He sounded more and more depressed as he spoke. He hung up and stared at the phone, his shoulders drooping.

"What's going on?" I ask, stepping into the room.

He jumped about four feet, and spun around to face me. Why am I forever startling him?

"Oh... um... I hafta leave... m' boss found m'." He said, rubbing the back of his sexy, sexy neck. I blush furiously, looking anywhere but him.

"Wait! Your Boss 'found' you? You mean he didn't know you were here?" I ask, completely shocked.

"Um..." He said, looking sheepish.

"Oh my God, really? Berwald! That's one of the worst things you could do to your boss! Didn't you tell anyone where you were going?" I ask. I feel like I'm scolding a child.

"Um... Nej?" (um... no?) He said, looking down.

I was about to go into a rant when he kissed me. Unlike all the other times, this time, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back. He licked my lip, asking for an entrance, which I eagerly allowed. Our toungues danced with eachother, battling for dominence, which he won.

I moaned into the kiss as his hands began trailing up and down my body, eagerly trying to explore whatever they could. I arched into his touch, moaning softly.

I may seem to be nothing like Mon Papa, but we're more alike than people think. I'm just better at controlling my urges. But there's a certain point where I lose control, and take what I need. I feel myself reaching that point and I pull out of the kiss.

I look at him with wide eyes, blushing and panting. I don't want to hurt him. As much as I want him, I just... can't.

I break out of his embrace and run to my room. When had he wrapped his arms around me? I get into my room and slam the door; running and flopping on my bed.

I kissed him. Not just kissed him, but we were TOTALLY making out! And we both liked it! But he's still trying to get over Tino! SHIT! I don't want to be a rebound! I'd get really depressed again. Like when Gilbert and I... never mind. I don't want to remember that.

I look over at my nightstand and see a bag of my favorite candies. They also happen to be Berwald's. I get a naughty idea and grab the bag, and head down to Berwald's room.

Fuck everything. I want Berwald and I want him now. And we shall have fun with a bunch o' swedish fish.

Here you go Carolyn-tama! I hope you enjoyed chapter two! One more chapter to go.

Review, and you all get hugs from Su-San!