Capaso: OMG! Thank you all so much for the comments! I'm sorry about the short chapters but I'm just cutting them off where it makes sense. I'll try to update fast though. Maria? Disclaimer?
Vatican City: Capaso owns nothing except Elin and the sidewalk chalk that she drove all the way to Target at six in the morning for.
Capaso: It was a good idea!
Vatican City: No it wasn't. Enjoy the story.
Berwald strapped Elin into her carseat as Tino shook the woman's hand.
"Thank you so much!" he called before raising the car window as Berwald drove away.
It was an hour long drive to their home on the border of Sweden and Finland. They spent most of that time in silence, mentally preparing themselves for the mess/party that would most likely be going on in their house when they got back. Berwald's brother Mathias was a sad excuse for an adult. Tino's brothers, Emil and Lukas, had promised to try and control him and keep Tino and Berwald's son Peter safe, but if Mathias slipped them any alcohol, it was probably pure chaos. Most likely they had called over a bunch of other countries to celebrate the new nation.
Pulling into the driveway confirmed that.
There were at least five other cars parked along the street. That may not seem like a huge deal, but a lot of people carpool.
Berwald climbed out of the car and went to the back to get out Elin. He picked her up gently and gave a slight smile at her sleeping face, pink from the cold.
Tino took a deep breath (to prepare for yelling) and opened their door. He then promptly walked away.
Berwald stuck his head in the doorway and growled at the sight. The house was a mess! There were passed out nations everywhere and alcohol on the table. He prayed for the sake of everyone here that Peter was safely in bed.
He carried Elin upstairs to her new room and set her down softly before going to where he knew he could find his partner. The roof. You see, Tino acted as 'Santa' for the nations. Heights helped him calm down.
He climbed swiftly out the window and took a seat next to the shaking Fin.
Tino turned his violet eyes to Berwald's. "What if we can't take care of her?" he whispered. "You saw in there. Our family can barely take care of themselves."
The tall Swedish man shook his head and smiled. "Don't worry yours'lf. Ya know she belongs here."
Capaso: Dear god I hate this chapter so much... Please don't hate me. I think the next one's better. (longer too!)
