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They arrived at Sweden's house the next evening. It was a small, but nice cottage. He gestured for Tino to walk first. The door opened up into a little area for coats and boots, then after that was a living room with a large fireplace. They stood in the middle, Tino looking around appreciatively as Su-san pointed out rooms on his almost silent tour. "Kitch'n. Bathr'm. Office." To the left was a clean, whitewashed kitchen. There was a hall with a half bathroom and a small closet. To the right was a crowded office. Up the stairs there was a bathroom and a large bedroom.

"Bedr'm" Su-san mumbled as they walked in. In the middle of the room was a huge, elaborately carved bed. Tino was a little anxious about the sleeping arrangements, but he could sleep at least half a meter away if he was on one side and Sweden was on the other. Though he doubted that would happen, seeing as Su-san apparently liked being close to him. That didn't really bother him and he wasn't completely sure how he felt about that. He did like the other man, but he'd never really shared a bed before. Last night was the closest he'd slept with anyone. He did like being warm. He sighed quietly to himself and ran a hand through his white-gold hair. He walked closer, the bed was really pretty.

"Did you carve this, Su-san?" Sweden mumbled his assent. "It's really nice." The side of his mouth twitched up slightly as he led Tino back downstairs.

If you hadn't known the Swede had been living with Denmark, you'd never be able to tell his house had been vacant for years. Although, sometimes Sweden would leave Denmark's for a day or two, and now Tino finally knew where he'd been going.

He must have gotten all this food when he left earlier this week, Tino realized as he looked around the decently stocked kitchen. Su-san was already pulling ingredients out of cabinets and had tied on an apron. He looked so...domestic. Tino smiled.

"Can I help?"

Su-san gave a single nod and pulled another apron out of a drawer. It was huge, but Tino managed to fold and tie it skillfully out of the way. He stood next to Sweden, taking another knife out of the block and began to help chop.

They worked mostly in silence. At one point, Tino caught himself humming quietly, and turned pink when he realized Sweden was watching him, almost smiling.

He didn't stop staring, and Tino was about to say something when Su-san finally spoke, "T'no. Ye have some..." Sweden gestured to his cheek.

"Oh!" Tino rubbed at the spot. "Did I get it?"

Sweden shook his head and gently brushed it off with his thumb. Tino felt himself turn pink again under the Swede's gaze. He cleared his throat quietly and turned back to his cooking.

Their dinner also passed by rather silently.

"Thanks for letting me stay with you." Finland said as they were finishing their food.

Sweden looked at him for a moment. "Yer m'wife."

"Um." Tino laughed nervously, "Ok. Still, thank you. I didn't really have anywhere else to go." At the slight downward twitch of Sweden's lips, he quickly continued. "Not that I don't want to be here! I mean, it's really nice of you, and I really appreciate it, and I, well, I like...being here...with you." The Swede's lips twitched back up into almost a smile and Tino returned it with a full smile of his own.

After dinner, the pair went back upstairs and began unpacking the few bags they had brought.

"Um...Su-san? I don't have anything to wear...We left in such a hurry and I...I didn't really bring much of anything with me."

The Swede reached into a nearby closet drawer and pulled out a light blue flannel shirt. Though it probably fit Sweden perfectly, it looked like it would swallow the Finn.

"F'r sleep?" Su-san held it out.

"Thank you," he replied quietly.

He opened a few closet doors and Finland was not surprised to see that everything was immaculately organized and folded.

Sweden began to pull out a sizable stack of clothes.

"Will hem f'r ye." he mumbled and wandered off out of the room. Finland just stared. He was going to hem them? Su-san could sew? And how was he going to hem them small enough without measuring Tino?

"Thank you?" he called after him.

"Welcome." he heard the response and smiled a bit.

Well. It was almost midnight. Tino decided he might as well get ready to go to sleep. He wondered what side of the bed Su-san slept on. He found himself hoping the man would come back up soon, he liked being warm.

OOOOOO

Berwald took the stack of his best clothes down to his office. His wife deserved them. Holding up a shirt, he sighed. They'd have to be taken in quite a bit, especially the length of the sleeves and pant legs. Pulling out a needle and thread, he got to work.

He hoped he hadn't seemed too unfriendly all afternoon. In reality, he was nervous. He wanted everything to be perfect for Tino. He hadn't known Finland would come with him, and he wished he'd had more time to prepare. He hadn't even had time to chop any firewood, though hopefully it would remain warm for at least a few more weeks.

He'd never had anyone living here before. People rarely had ever been in his house, actually. It was strange, but nice. Probably because it was Tino. Maybe they could get a dog. Only if Tino liked them, of course. His thoughts and plans for the future continued for hours as he sewed.

Berwald looked up from his dimly lit sewing at the sound of light footsteps padding down the hall. Tino rounded the corner, one hand sleepily rubbing his eye, the other hidden completely in the long sleeve. The garment hung off one shoulder making him look even smaller and more adorable. Berwald froze, staring.

"Su-san?" he mumbled as he paused in the doorway. Tino's gaze shifted to the neatly folded pile of newly hemmed clothes. "Oh, Su-san, you really don't have to go through all that trouble for me, you won't have any clothes left for yourself!" The Finn's cheeks had a light dusting of pink. Was he...blushing? Again? He was too cute. Berwald was only able to respond with a noncommittal noise. He had wanted to say something about making sure Finland was happy, but found he had even less words than usual.

"Aren't you tired, Su-san? It's nearly two!"

"Tino, can ye...can ye not call me th't?" Berwald winced. He hadn't meant it to sound like that.

The Finn looked at him a moment, trying desperately to figure out exactly what he meant and why. Berwald knew that if he said that to anyone else, no one else would take the time to try.

"You...you don't want me to call you Su-san..." Berwald looked up, not knowing how to respond to Tino's tone. "...because..." Berwald sighed in relief. Tino would figure it out. "Because...you think I'm your wife so...calling you Mr. Sweden would be too formal?" he guessed. Berwald nodded. Close enough. He really wanted Tino to call him by his first name, or something else, anything but Su-san. He felt like it distanced them.

Tino gave a small smile. "Ok." he nodded. "What do you want me to call you then? Berwald? Do you have any nicknames? Ber? Sve?" Berwald shrugged and turned a bit red. "I'd ask you to call me Tino, but you already do, and I don't have any nicknames." Tino rambled sleepily.

"Come to bed, Sve? It's late." Berwald shivered. Did Tino not notice his effect? Maybe this was a bad idea.

"I can sl'p on th' couch if it m'kes ye uncomfort'ble." He looked back down, finishing a stitch.

"It's cold without you." He felt himself turn redder.

"I've more blankets on th' shelf." He mumbled and glanced up to see Finland shake his head. He looked back down. He was too cute, too perfect. Berwald couldn't handle this.

"Berwald." He looked up again just as the Finn perched himself on his lap. Tino kissed the corner of his lips like he had the night before and Berwald knew he had to do something about it this time. He had to show Tino how he felt. It was now or never. He caught Tino's chin gently as he was about to tuck his head against Sweden's shoulder, but he dropped his hand quickly at Finland's slightly panicked look and turned away.

" 'm sorry." he mumbled. "I thought...I 'ssumed...too fast. 'm sorry."

He shouldn't have done that. Obviously Tino wasn't ready. "No. No! Berwald." He felt Tino's small hand on his cheek "Sve, please, look at me?"

"I thought I was going too fast." Oh. Oh. "I wasn't sure if you wanted...I mean, I-" Tino wanted him too. Tino liked him. "I'd like you to-" He was cut off as Berwald's lips gently touched his. Tino hesitantly deepened the kiss, and happily made a little noise when Sweden responded, throwing his sleeve covered arms around Berwald's neck.

That noise.

Berwald loved it. And he knew he was completely, helplessly in love with Tino. No one else could ever come close.

Aww Berwald is so infatuated

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