Tino sighed in discontentment. He'd ended up unloading all of his breakfast and lunch in the bathroom, and he was laying face first in his own pillow on his and Su-san's bed. Now his stomach was growling angrily at him, begging for food, and even though he had gotten himself something to drink after his little…episode, his throat still burned ever so lightly, not much of a hindrance, more of an annoyance. Now he really did wish he hadn't skipped dinner.

He rubbed his stomach lightly, groaning softly, allowing his body to curl up under the covers. He'd felt no nausea at all, after he was done, it was a little strange to him, but he brushed it off, happy that it was all over. But maybe he should've taken his chances and just fell asleep at the dinner table, half way through stuffing his face with Kanelbullar…and maybe add some Salmiakki to it, too. Yeah, that sounded good right about now.

He turned onto his back, rubbing his eyes. He still felt exhausted, but he couldn't seem to close his eyes. Maybe it was true, that after all these years of having Su-san cling to him and cuddle him in his sleep; he really couldn't sleep with out the Swede…He wondered if Su-san couldn't sleep without him, too.

He glanced up, hearing the bedroom door open, seeing said Swede in the door way, having a plate of 3 of the sweets he'd been wanting. The taller man had moved in, closing the door behind him, going over to kneel beside his wife, setting the plate on the stand next to the bed, and reaching a hand to caress his cheek.

"Tho'ght y' s'id y' w're g'nna n'p?" Berwald tilted his head slightly, already being able to tell his little wife hadn't rested at all, his eyes looked so tired. Tino blushed softly, moving his gaze down. The Swede could read him so easily; he guessed that's what happens when you're with someone for as long as they had been.

"Well I-I…I tried, Su-san. But…it's hard to...sleep with out you." He looked up at the other, seeing the concern shining in his eyes, as a thumb was brushed over his bottom lip gently by such a calloused finger. He sighed softly, closing his eyes partly at the contact. He Berwald move in and capture his lips in a tender, quick kiss.

"Hn. 'kay." The Swede mumbled against his lips, letting out a soft sigh before pulling away and grabbing the plate of kanelbullars.

"F'od. I d'n't w'nt y' w'kin' 'n th' m'ddle 'f th' n'ght t' e't." He gave a serious glance at the small Fin, there was no way he was going to let the Fin's dreams (and his cuddle time) be interrupted by his wife being hungry. Tino sighed softly, he knew the Swede wouldn't give up until he had food in him, so he cooperated and sat up. Berwald moved to sit next to the smaller man, holding one of the treats up to his lips, urging him to eat.

Finland held in the urge to giggle at his lover being so straight-forward. He sighed, taking a small bite of the treat, almost purring in happiness.

"Mm, ya know Su-" He was stopped by a finger on his lips, hushing him.

"N' t'lkin'. E't." Tino blinked a few times but took another few small bites of the sweet, humming in happiness, as he ate.

"…I can eat by myself Su-" He was stopped again by the treat pushed to his lips. Berwald had a serious look on his face, telling his wife in a silent way, to hush and eat. The Fin stopped his attempts at talking, continuing to bite away at the bun until it was gone, and kissing his fingers once it was gone.

"Thank you, Su-san…" He smiled up at the other, whose eyes had softened at his fingers being kissed. The Swede pecked his wife's lips quickly, before offering another bun to him. Tino giggled softly, allowing his husband to feed him. But shortly after the third one had started being nibbled on, the Fin started feeling drowsy, leaning in to rest on his lover's shoulder, but still kept nibbling on the bun given to him.

The Swede lightly nuzzled the small man's hair, taking in his scent, in Berwald's mind, he smelled like sugar, a little bit of pine, and to fit the moment, he smelled strongly of cinnamon.

"Hn. Y' t'red n'w?" he asked in a soft but deep voice, lightly stroking his wife's soft hair. He felt the smaller nod lightly against his shoulder, and felt the small tickle of eye lashes closing against his skin, noting the other had closed his eyes. He made a small sound of agreement, taking the rest of the treat away from his wife, and putting it back on the plate. He held his little wife tightly, lying down with him, rubbing his back in small soothing circles until he felt the other relax completely in his arms and sleep.

~~~Next Morning~~~

Tino woke up the next morning, trying to slowly blink the sleep out of his eyes. He mumbled nonsense to himself, rubbing slowly at his eyes trying to remember what happened before he fell asleep last night. Su-san came in, was feeding him…did he fall asleep in the middle of eating? No, there wasn't any food in his mouth. That was good start.

But before Tino had anymore time to think, he felt that strong, horrible nauseous feeling start ripping through him. He immediately wiggled his self free from his partner's strong grasp, to run into the bathroom, just like yesterday. But this time around, it hurt worse.

After about a good ten minutes emptying his stomach, he was finally able to stop and take in some much needed deep breaths. He sighed softly and coughed as he flushed the contents of his stomach away, and let himself sit back on the cold tile of the floor. Even though his throat was burning again, after getting that all out, he felt fine. He let himself get up and at least get a small drink from the sink they had there, to soothe his throat, just for the moment.

He heard a knock at the door, and a small, low grumble and grunt. It was Su-san. He let out a small huff, frowning,

"J-Just a minute Su-san!" He sighed softly, quickly washing his face off with cold water to wake him self more, before opening the door. He thought the Swede had only wanted in to do his daily morning routine, but instead he was greeted with a tight bear hug and a nuzzle to his hair. He blinked slightly confused as the Swede rubbed his backing a calming way.

"Y' 'lr'ght, T'no..? He'rd ya 'n th're..." Tino felt a little guilty, Berwald had heard him in there, and had got him worrying. He smiled softly as he felt the soft stubble from the Swede's face rub against his cheek, making him giggle softly and glance up into the man's eyes, that weren't hiding behind glasses, like they usually were.

"I'll be just fine Su-san…~ I probably just have a little stomach bug~" He smiled reassuringly up at the other, trying to make the worrying go away. Sweden made a small mumble of approval, provided with a nod, before he pecked his darling little wife on the lips.