As soon as the meeting ended, although nothing really happened after the announcement, the Nordic boys jumped into their car and drove home, hearts soaring at the news of his friend. That night, after a dinner of ptarmigan and jam with dumplings, their phone rang. Lukas was the one to answer, silencing everyone with a stone glare and listening intently to the other line, "Hello?...Yes, yes this is one of his housemates. The representative of Norway…yes, I'll accept the news…Really? You're certain? Alright this is wonderful! We send our most thanks. Thank ya, goodbye." Lukas hung up and turned to his friends, "He'll be arriving home Friday afternoon. His flight lands at three. Be ready." Denmark was dancing and jumping up and down in joy, "We gotta plan a party and make banners and signs and OHGOD!" The Dane continued to rant but Tino's mind wandered to something a little more important to him, he only has TWO DAYS to figure out how to tell Berwald how he feels about him. Oh my…this is going to be tough.

"Come on guys, let's go get ready for bed." Ice finally brought everyone down to Earth and to their separate rooms they went. Unfortunately, Tino was too tightly wound to sleep, or even lay down. So many questions swam around his brain, rocking him to the core. He sat in front of the only framed photograph on his wall, of him, Berwald, and the gang 'striking a pose' up on a ledge in the Swiss Alps after a rough day of meetings. Everyone was smiling sincerely and laughing because Den had pulled Ice into a headlock, making Norway pull him to the ground, all while Sweden and Finland held each other by the throats, laughing and choking each other jokingly. 'That was a day most wonderful. Perhaps we could do something like that again.' His mind was spinning as he was suddenly hit with the fear of rejection. Berwald most likely won't feel the same! What if he loses his best friend? There's no way he could survive without the quiet giant by his side. He was the definition of perfection: sweet, intelligent, shy, gentlemanly, and not to mention cute *cough* sexy *cough*. Oh boy…Finland is in trouble.

Then, there was a knock at the door. Tino turned and rolled over his bed –like a boss- and pulled the door open, "Yes?" Standing in the doorway was Norway, and he looked as if he would burst with anger. "I need someone to talk to." The Finnish male let his friend in, and as soon as the door was shut, all hell broke loose, "THAT DANISH BASTARD MADE A MOVE ON MY ONII-CHAN." Wait…what? "Eh?" The Norwegian paced the floor, ranting, "That stupid Danish fuck made a move on my Onii-Chan. Can't he see that no one, especially MY Darling Little Brother, wants him to rub his disgusting perverted little hands over what RIGHTFULLY belongs to someone else." Tino, knowing how to turn off the angry attitude switch, smirked, "YOUR Onii-chan? YOUR DARLING little brother? Heh, heh, brother's not the best word to use considering you two are very well engaging in a sexu-" Lukas, face red and stutter proving the facts, screams out, "DON'T COMPLETE THAT SENTENCE SWEDISHMAN'S WIFE." Soon, the now flustered blonde left his friend's room to let him sleep. And that the Finnish man did.