College is pretty hectic. But I really wanted to get this out before Mid-Terms, which are in two weeks. So don't expect another update for about a month.

I hope it is to your liking and that you enjoy it. It is the longest so far I believe.

P.S. Life Update = I've officially gone mad as I'm not only trying to learn 500 kanji this year while trying to learn Russian, but I'm also about to start Turkish classes. Three languages is going to be interesting. My English shall suffer!

Enjoy? o.o


For a couple seconds we just kind of stood there looking at each other in the dim light wondering what to do. Then I saw Berwald's face blanch a bit, this worried me just a tad. Not just because he looked like an axe murdered, but also because that it could certainly NOT mean anything good.

"Berwald? You okay?" I stepped towards him and patted his arm while balancing 'Fluff-Ball' in the other.

He looked towards the door before turning back to me. "There are only two reasons why the power ever goes out. Either a squirrel got into the Transformer or there's a Blizzard outside." Upon hearing this, my heart-rate might have sped up just a little. Sure a blizzard wasn't THAT big of a deal. Berwald being from Sweden and I from Finland, we were used to snow. Heck maybe even experienced a few snow-Ins, but it would be an inconvenience for the weather to decide to be bi-polar all of a sudden.

"But we were just outside and it looked just fine to me." Don't get me wrong, squirrels are cute and all, but I wasn't exactly rooting for Team Squirrel right now.

"Only one way to find out." The next thing I knew, Berwald had turned on his heels and was quickly walking down the stairs. Once I had snapped out of my daze, my steps went right after his with 'Fluff-Ball' in tow.

Firstly walking to the door but pausing after deciding that it would be bad to open the door and have a whirlwind of snow be hurled at our faces, we chose to look out the window instead.

It felt like a horror movie when Berwald slowly pulled back the curtain, usually what the hot-idiot did right before they got slashed. But in our case, the drapes did not expose an assailant, but instead revealed white flakes flowing violently around in swirls. Though you all might be happy to hear no squirrels were harmed, the look on our faces showed a tad bit of disappointment that it wasn't. Call me cruel, but neither of us could utter a single word as we mindlessly looked at each other. You're probably wondering as to why I'm not happy. I mean, considering the opportunity, it is pretty nice if I had been prepared. Sure I had picked out an extra cute outfit to wear today, but I was wearing my Christmas boxers that had reindeer dancing all along them. Stop right there! It's not what you're thinking! Like I'd go THAT far in so little time! But as fate would have it, I slept in only my boxers. Even In the winter when it was far below zero, I slept with a mountain of blankets, so getting cold never really happened. Plus the fact that I was a Fin, I was practically built for the cold.

"Looks like you're not going home." Opportunity spotted! I mean, how better else to brighten up the mood with just a little acting?

"Oh Berwald! Trying to keep me prisoner?" I was feeling playful, so I threw in a pout and feigned a despairing-princess, err I mean prince, look. He smirked, which made him look rather sexy, before puffing out his chest.

"You'll never escape fair maiden!" Fair maiden? I'm not sure if I should take that as a compliment or what? On one hand, it could mean he thinks I'm attractive, on the other, he might be questioning my masculinity…

"How cruel! I'm a man you know!" Well I am!

"Would you prefer stunning prince?" Better. I mean, who wouldn't want to be called stunning by a stud of a Swede?

"It's appeasing enough. To what shall I call my captor?" This should be interesting!

"Hmmm. How about Berwald the Daring?" He wishes! Nick-Naming powers away!

"No, sounds too heroic for a villain. I like Berwald the Blood-Thirsty Bear!" Not to brag or anything, but I'm pretty badass with coming up with nick-names.

"Blood-Thirsty Bear?" He looked skeptical, if not a little worried at the name. Which I can't understand, because it's a pretty awesome title if I do say so myself!

"Because you're hungry for my flesh?..." I get the feeling I just said something with a very lewd undertone. He coughed a bit before speaking awkwardly.

"Well how about to detain my hunger, I cook something up while you brush 'Fluff-Ball'?" Escape plan, I don't blame him, both our faces were blushing madly and it would be nice to get rid of it.

"Sounds wonderful Ber-Bear!" Though flustered, I flashed him an innocent smile. Even if I knew exactly what I was doing, giving him a pet-name.

"Ber-Bear?" It had a hint of fierceness right? I mean it had the word bear in it! From the rouge on his checks, I could not tell if he liked it or was embarrassed.

I nodded quickly before countering, "It sounds less violent," pausing slightly before boldly adding, "and cuter," before I fled up the stairs with 'Fluff-Ball' in my arms, embarrassment all over my face. Was I that much of an idiot to associate cute and Berwald in the same sentence? I hope he didn't think too much of it. Boy, would that be awkward.

I stepped into the bathroom and stood there for a while taking deep breaths. After having calmed down and gotten rid of that horrid red tint, I decided that it was time to get a-brushing. Looking to the counter and finding the brush exactly where Berwald had left it, I happily picked it up and sat down on the floor with 'Fluff-Ball' in my lap. I began to softly stroke the brush against her fur.

It was too quiet so I, being the rambunctious little Finn I am, started to hum a tune. Thinking back on it, I wonder why Berwald was blushing so much at the nickname. Maybe he didn't like pet names? Or bears? I don't think they're so bad, all furry and strong. Wait a minute… Unless he thought I meant THAT kind of bear. I guess looking from a bottom's point of view, Berwald COULD classify as a bear. With all his muscles and that stoic look on his face and his big hands and… I should stop before getting ahead of myself. Moving along!

I needed a second opinion, so I looked down at the only other life form in the room. "You know what girl?" She just looked at me a little confused. It was quite adorable!

"I rather much liked Berwald's new nickname. What do you think?" After receiving an approving yip, I patted her head. Having the power out and being stuck in a blizzard wasn't so bad after all. I'm in a quaint cottage with a stud of a Swede, 'Fluff-Ball' was all brushed, and not to mention Ber-Bear was standing at the door~ WAIT! Ber-Bear was standing at the door…

"How long have you been standing there?" Without even looking, I could just tell that he was smirking! Damn him!

"Long enough." Bravely, because I am obviously manly, I looked up at him and made the cutest look I could muster up.

"Is that so Ber-Bear?" EXTRA emphasis on the 'bear' part. Not to mention that my voice came out a bit more sexual than intended... But at least I got the reaction I wanted! His eyes widened a bit and coughed awkwardly. He turned to hide his blush from me, before saying, "Food's ready."

I allowed 'Fluff-Ball' to walk on her own now that she was all washed up. I got up, dusting myself off a bit, before following Berwald down the stairs. Before I even finished stepping down the first floor, I could smell something delicious. Turning the corner, I spotted them almost immediately.

Swedish Meatballs.

Need I say more ladies? If I were you, I would be really jealous right now. I mean, he's got a cute house, he's an ADONIS, and can cook. Not to mention that I get to gaze in all his wonder all night. Maybe snuggle up to him in front of the fire place because the power was out. Hang on, the power was out. The thought hit me like a bag of bricks, how'd he manage to make dinner? Was he perhaps really a god sent down from the heavens as a present for my generous lifestyle? But before I could continue thinking outrageous things, Berwald began to talk, so of course, my attention immediately focused on his every word.

"I had to make then on the fire place, so I hope they came out alright." Well, so much for my magical theory… It was fun while it lasted.

"Oh nonsense! I'm sure they are just fine! They smell delicious! I'm not just trying to be polite either, the aroma really is making my stomach growl." He blushed a bit at my forwardness, so cute!

"Well, how about you go sit in front of the fire while I serve us? There are some blankets on the couch if you are a bit chilly." Bingo! Being an evil mastermind, a plan started to formulate inside my head. But I didn't want to be a bad guest, so of course I offered my assistance.

"You sure you don't want any help?" I was clumsy, but not like, I'll-burn-the-kitchen-down clumsy!

He shook his head and simply stated, "No you're the guest. Go, go sit and rest."

What was a boy to do? So I shrugged, cutely adding, "Okay Ber-Bear," before skipping off to the couch.

After nestling into the cushion and pulling one of the blankets over my lap, I gazed into the beautiful site of the roaring fire. Aside from the power being out, it was actually quite a nice night. If it weren't for that fact that I was hungry, I might have just been able to drift off right then and there. But alas, the monster growled at me for not giving into the demands of feeding it constantly. Well here was Berwald with the food. Wait, how'd he get there so fast?

"Ah!" Jumping a little in surprise I flinched away from the figure before realizing that it was Berwald.

"Oh it's you Berwald; you scared me there for a minute! I didn't realize you had the stealth of a ninja." Not as badass as my finja skills though! Kidding!

"Well how else could I capture the prince? I couldn't exactly be clumsy while sneaking through the castle now could I?" The smirk on his face said it all.

"Funny. I bet you just think you're hilarious!"

"Matter of fact, I do." He chuckled a bit before handing me a bowl of steaming, hot balls. Yes balls, MEATballs you perverts! I knew you were thinking something else! Though I must admit that, so was I~

"Ber-Bear these look so good! I can't wait to taste them!" My stomach spoke for itself and made an embarrassing sound of hunger. He just raised a brow before settling down next to me.

"Well looks like the prince must be fed." I watched as he skewered one on his fork and, instead of bringing it to his mouth, brought it to mine.

"Say, 'ahhhh,' Prince Charming." The moment I opened my mouth to say a rebuttal, he placed the meatball right into my mouth, forcing me to be complacent and chew the damn thing before speaking up again. But upon chewing it, all my anger melted away with the delicious taste of said damn thing. Is this what an orgasm-in-your-mouth tastes like? This had to be one of the most delicious things I have ever eaten in my entire life! Sorry mom, this is as good as, if not better, than some of your cooking. Let me put it this way, if I was about to marry him over his gorgeous cabin, I would jump on him at the altar and never let him go because of his cooking. That folks is how delicious this meatball was.

I was so lost in Food Land that Berwald had to cough rather loudly to make me remember his presence. I got a bit of a shock when I turned to look at him and he had, by far, the deepest blush I've ever saw on a person.

"Something wrong Ber-Bear?" Did I do something really weird just now without knowing it?

He shook his head a bit. "Nothing." He failed to hide his blush as he tried to focus on his bowl. Like he was getting off that easily!

"Come on! Tell me! Or else!" Pushing myself a bit forward, I was mere inches from his face, starring straight into his eyes with quite a brave look if I must say! It must have been because his face was deterred a bit and he moved his head to the side. But he attempted a smirk and chanced a glance at me. "Or else what?"

I needed something good, that would shock even the most stoic of people, which Berwald happened to be. So I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his face so close to mine that our noses were practically touching.

"If you don't tell me I'll rape you!" Wait, what? Did I really just say that?...

This seemed to break the awkwardness because he just raised a brow before going into a chuckling fit. I couldn't understand what he was trying to say because of all the laughing he was doing.

"What's so funny?" I was embarrassed just ever so slightly, so of course I had some red pigment on my checks as well. But Berwald seemed to calm down enough to explain himself.

"Well first of all, I don't know if you have it in you to take me down and have your way with me. Secondly, it's ironic that you'd say something like that right after you were making some pretty, err, interesting sounds while eating my meatballs." Was it just my imagination, or did he just emphasize my?

But my first thought was how cruel that masculinity was really questioned! I mean, we all can't be six foot-tall studs from Sweden! But secondly, please pray to the heavens that I was not moaning while eating! It was certainly not my first time doing that, but I really hoped it would be my last.

"How lewd Ber-Bear!" I shoved him a bit before sitting back down with a huff and eating my own meatballs. No fair, this gives him the upper hand in being able to tease me. Thinking, thinking. How can I turn this in my favor?

"Oh, come on, don't pout." My grimace was apparently, quite apparent.

"I'm not pouting, I'm frowning." I kind of feel like a child right now. As if I expect an apology.

"Hardly a difference. Now come on, how can I make it up to you?" Well, since I'm already acting like a child, might as well take this opportunity and demand something. Perhaps this can be the scapegoat I was looking for!

"Sleep with me."