Ooopss: I realized I made a huge mistake, I skipped this chapter :) sowwie...

They got to her door. She fumbled with the keys and finally got the door open. Berwald was going to leave but she grabbed his gloved hand. "Mon ami, you've drank quite a bit. I can't let you drive. You can stay here." Her bottom lip curled inward as she bit it. Her green eyes looked down a her feet. Berwald feeling warmth from the alcohol wasn't thinking clearly. He stepped in, his shoulders and body, took up the entire space of the door frame.

Bel stepped in the rest of the way and took off her jacket. "I can sleep on the sofa, you can have my bed." Berwald just nodded. He normally would have argued but it was really late and his body began to feel heavy, despite how good of a mood he was in. The smell of nutmeg and pumpkin caught his nose. "Sumeth'ng smell's go'd." Belgium smiled and chuckled. "Merci, I was making pumpkin pies before I left for the party."

Belgium helped him take off his coat and hang it next to the door. He easily slipped off his shoes. Berwald could see the living room and the kitchen were one. There was only a half wall that separated the two. A down stairs shower and bathroom, and stairs that led to the up stairs loft. He assumed that's where he'd be sleeping.

She led him up the stair way, as they went up loft. It was only a half floor. One could look over the railing and look down into the kitchen. Wow, her place was tiny. He couldn't even think in his viking days, living in something so small, Sweden thought to himself.

The bed was big enough for him. Berwald could see that much. "Sorry mon ami. It's all I have." He let out a chuckle. "Tack, 't's k'nd of you to do th's." Bel shook her head. "No, no! It's all I can do, I wish I could do more. Don't thank me, please, mon ami." Belgium bit her lower lip again fidgeted with her pearl necklace.

Sweden grabbed her and pulled her into a hug. He held her tightly. Berwald found himself not wanting to let go. She felt good, she smelled good, her voice was pleasant to listen to. He wondered what she tasted like. Berwald's eyes widened. It had to be the alcohol. He would never think like that, especially since he was in love with Tino. Sweden had to force himself to let go of her. The hug must have been uncomfortable for her, he thought. She darted to her dresser, her ears bright red.

"S'rry d'd I do sumeth'ng wr'ng?" Sweden asked the buzzing woman. "No, mon ami! I've just had a few and then being hugged like that..." Her cheeks grew hotter and brighter, Bel looked away from him. Sweden had to chuckle, he could see she was embarrassed. "I'm going to get dressed into my pj's and you can get undressed. Just holler at me if you need anything." The blond woman made her way quickly down her stairs, before he could say anything.

After Berwald had got undressed. He climbed under the sun yellow comforter and white sheets. The bed was rather comfortable and big enough for just him. Two people couldn't sleep on it. The light went out and shortly after he could hear her softly snore once in a while. It was cute he thought. His mind buzzed with guilt. Yet he couldn't find it in himself to leave. He really wanted to stay. If he did stay for a while, would his wife really mind? He knew Tino wouldn't care, that thought hurt him deep down.

Berwald rolled on his side. "Godnatt Bel", he whispered. A soft snore was heard in response. It made him smile. Someone felt comfortable enough to go straight to sleep around him. It impressed him and made him feel good. No matter what tomorrow held, at least he had today. His eyes slowly closed. Sweden's world went black as the cool air settled on his skin and the alcohol was taking full effect.