WHOA An update!Quick update before I have to go shower and sleep. Sorry for such a short chapter, but the next one is so long... I feel like I'm being so uneven with this, Berwald is the best~ I feel like I'm not writing about him enough. :C

Chapter 3

The site recommended for men like him was "HetaliaDatingService", so he logged on and created a profile. If he was looking for a new wife and a new mama for Peter, he would have to remain truthful.

Name: Berwald Oxenstierna
Age: 28
Hometown: Linköping, Sweden
Current town: Stockholm, Sweden (the suburbs)
Interested in: Men and Women
Looking for: Someone who can see into me and love me for who I am. Also, a plus if he/she would like to cook with me. I'm an interior designer.
I like cooking, ABBA, teddy bears, and comedy movies. I also have a 7-y-o son named Peter. He is a sweet kid with a big heart and eyebrows to match.

He spent about an hour trying to take a good profile picture with his webcam then instead settled for a picture of him and Peter posing in front of a sand castle, taken at the beach the summer before.

There was still an hour left before he had to start preparing dinner for him and Peter, so he decided to use his time to peruse possible matches. The first person on the list, Tino Väinämöinen, seemed to be a cutie, according to his profile picture. Looking through his profile, this Tino had what interested Berwald: a love for cooking and big sexy men with accents. Hopeful, he sent Tino a message.

"Hi, my name is Berwald, you seem like an interesting person so I was wondering if you'd like to talk sometime. Thank you."

He took another look at Tino's profile picture, of a round-faced young man smiling at fish in an aquarium. He definitely was cute. Hopefully they would get a chance to talk.

Now all he had to do was go and make dinner and wait for a reply.

That night, after Tino had finally managed to get Eduard out of his house without seeming like a total jerk, he re-opened his laptop, which was still on the Hetalia Dating Service page, only to find that he had already been sent a message from some guy named Berwald who lived in the same town as he did.

"Hi, my name is Berwald, you seem like an interesting person so I was wondering if you'd like to talk sometime. Thank you," read the message.

Tino clicked on the link to Berwald's profile. The profile picture was the first thing he noticed. Unless Berwald was the shrimpy-looking kid with the massive eyebrows playing in front of the sand castle, he was goddamn sexy. Tall, well-built, and he smiled gently at the child playing in the sand. He read through Berwald's profile. Apparently this kid was his son, Berwald was bisexual, and liked to cook as well.

"Someone who can see into me and love me for who I am..." Tino mumbled, reading from Berwald's profile. "I wonder what he means by that. Oh well."

Berwald had definitely caught his interest. Tino sent him a reply. "Hi Berwald! I'm Tino, nice to meet you. I'm open to talking, hope to talk to you soon!"

Hm. Maybe it would be better if he said–oops, he pressed send. Oh well. This is me, take it or leave it, Ber. he thought.

Meanwhile, Berwald's computer sat off and alone, its owner upstairs sitting in a beanbag chair too small for his adult butt, holding a book. Next to him was Peter, tucked into bed.

"...An' they live'd hap'ly ever afte–Oh, yer asleep..." He flicked off the light switch, brushed back his son's bangs, and kissed him on the forehead gently. "'Night, son. L've ya."

Behind him, he closed the door with a soft click, and plopped himself down on the hallway floor outside Peter's door. It had taken so long to get him into bed and off into dreamland, he was ready to pass out on the floor himself. But no, he found the strength to stand up, pad over to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush his teeth.

As he walked back to his bedroom, now dressed in blue-and-yellow pinstriped flannel pajamas, he passed his office. On his tidy desk sat his computer, still off and alone. He wondered if Tino had sent him a reply message. He shrugged and sat down in front of the machine. It wouldn't hurt to check.

He did indeed have a new message from Tino, saying that the man had accepted his proposition of having a chat. Unfortunately, Tino was not online at that moment, and Berwald was tired enough to fall asleep on his keyboard, so he lethargically typed out a reply. "Thank you. it's ben suuch a long day for me... My son is a handful but i lOve him. I read him a bedtme story jst now. aim probably making al sorts of typos but i Tihnk i'm about t fall AslEep. Good night. Also howS yuor day ben?"

Wow. That probably was the worst typing job Berwald had ever done. Ever.

Too tired... he thought, shutting off his computer and rising from the chair. He dragged himself to his room and flopped unconscious onto his bed, not even staying awake long enough to pull the covers over himself.

Have you ever sent an email while you were tired? It's not fun. :C

To be continued...