Berwald wearily walked towards his home, holding the squirming Hanatamago firmly. The last thing he wanted was yet another long chase- His breath came out in a long plume of white, barely visible in the streetlights.
Quietly he opened the door, expecting for all the lights to be off and for everyone to be in bed- after all, he had been out searching for the better part of three hours. Most people would've gone to bed by now-
Instead he was greeted by the sight of Peter curled up next to Tino, a blanket snugly tucked around him. Tino was reading a book, the T.V. off. It was a rather warm, cozy scene, one that Berwald was very grateful to come home to.
Hanatamago yapped, and Tino looked up, startled. Instantly he was easing himself out from underneath Peter as he hurried to take Hanatamago away and instead tuck the dog into Peter's arms. A second later he was off to the kitchen.
Berwald slowly peeled off his heavy jacket, wondering what his wife- no, Tino was doing.
A second later he was answered as Tino came out, bearing a cup of steaming liquid and a large blanket. "Here you go- are you cold? I have an extra blanket for you unless you'd rather go to bed right away."
Berwald gently took the blanket, slinging it around his shoulders before taking the cup of liquid and sipping at it. It was unfamiliar, but slightly spicy and slid down his throat wonderfully. "Berwald?"
"I'm fin'. Took me awhile to f'nd Hanatamago…"
"Yes, I can tell. Why don't you go to bed- you must be exhausted."
"Peter-"
"I'll take care of him." Tino gently proposed, eyeing Berwald. Obviously the man was exhausted, and he kept shifting on his feet as though he was about to topple over at any moment.
"Alr'ght…" Berwald muttered, beginning to retreat to the bedroom. "S'rry 'bout makin' you st'y up…"
Tino smiled as he walked towards Peter. "I don't mind at all Berwald, you were planning to do the same with me, weren't you?"
Berwald froze, and Tino instantly began to backtrack, thinking he had said something wrong. "I- I just mean you were offering to come pick me up, weren't you? And Peter said you had opened the door-"
"Just checkin' somethin'." Berwald hastily said, shuffling towards the bedroom once more.
Tino didn't seem to hear as he bent over Peter, running a hand down Peter's face. Peter stirred slightly, before one eye cracked open, hand automatically tightening around Hanatamago. "Hana! And Mommy! Dad's back?"
Peter was about to go to Berwald, when Tino hastily caught him. "Now Peter, Berwald is very tired right now- you should thank him in the morning. For now you ought to go to bed-"
Peter scowled. "But I want to see Daddy now!"
"In the morning Peter. You need to go to bed for now. It's late, and tomorrow you have to go back to Arthur."
"I don't want to go back to that jerk. Can't you just adopt me?"
"It takes two to adopt Peter." Tino replied with a slight smile.
There was a moment of silence before- "Alright, then I'll marry you."
"Huh?" Tino's blank reply came back, and Berwald's grip on the cup automatically tightened. "I don't know about that-"
"The day I get really big is the day I'll marry you mommy. Then I won't have to stay with that Jerk Arthur anymore."
"That isn't a good reason to marry someone Peter. Besides, by then I'm certain you'll have someone you want to marry as well."
"Hmmm… Like Ravis?"
"Ravis?"
"He's a really cool kid I met- He's all the way from Latvia!"
Tino nodded. "That's right, one day you'll want to marry someone your own age whom you want to hang out with-"
"-But I still want to marry you." Peter muttered. "Even if I have to fight Daddy for you."
Tino very briefly tried to imagine that face off. He couldn't. "Peter, Berwald and I aren't married-"
"That makes it easy then. I'll get married to you."
"Peter, let's get you to bed shall we-" Tino began, when Peter turned around to look up at Tino.
"I want to sleep with you tonight."
"Huh?" Berwald distantly registered that Tino was cute when he looked all surprised and flustered like that.
"I want to sleep with you and daddy tonight. Please?"
"You'd have to ask Berwald-"
"I don't m'nd." Berwald instantly replied, glancing at Tino.
Tino sighed softly to himself. It was too hard to know what the man was thinking. "Are you certain Berwald?"
Berwald nodded once, shifting the blanket around his shoulders awkwardly. Peter grinned as he grabbed Tino by the hand, hauling him towards the bedroom with the energy only a little child could pull up at such a late hour.
Tino allowed himself to be pulled, an slightly amused smile twitching itself onto his face despite the fact that the situation wasn't that amusing. Normally parents wouldn't want kids in their bed, but still, it wasn't like he and Berwald were doing anything…
No, no and no that sounded too dirty for words. Because him and Berwald getting together was a completely and totally impossible act.
Right?
Silently his gaze rose to the silent Berwald- the man that had just spent two hours out in the cold searching for a lost dog alone- a dog that Berwald might not of liked in the first place. Not to mention how easy he was with allowing Peter to come visit, despite the fact that it meant they were sharing beds…
A blush began to fiercely rise on his cheeks as he looked away from Berwald, just barely missing Berwalds own half-hesitant glance towards him. A few moments later they were in the bedroom, and Berwald dutifully collected his night clothing before shuffling towards the adjacent bathroom.
Tino quickly changed as well, and had already slid Peter into bed when Berwald stepped out of the bedroom, tugging down on the shirt sharply. Tino smiled at Berwald, placing a finger to his lips as he turned off the lights. Peter was already beginning to fall asleep, small hands loosening their grip on Tino's.
Berwald nodded, carefully sliding in beside Peter. Tino slid in on the other side as Hanatamago curled up on the foot of the bed. Unconsciously Berwald flung his arm out, pulling them closer as Peter unconsciously shifted into a better, warmer position snuggled in-between the two men.
The Swede regarded Tino through half-closed eyes, wondering how best to ask Tino what he had meant earlier- Surely he couldn't actually be leaving, right? He wouldn't leave… But Tino had said 'your' not 'our' in that phone conversation…
Silently he scooted a little closer, taking a deep breath. There was no use in thinking about it right now. All he could do was hope to convince Tino to stay.
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a/n: Thank you all you lovely reviewers! You spoil me so much! But, poor Berwald, he really has no idea on how to ask Tino. And poor Tino is just plain flustered- he has no idea on how to handle the situation, and Feliks just made it all worse. XD Anyways, I got the Oedipus complex from this lovely piece that I stumbled across (just take out the spaces) http://community. livejournal. com/ hetalia/ 4489166. html# cutid1
