Sweden took in a deep breath. Berwald held her tighter. "I'm s'rry", was all he could muster at the moment. Belgium continued to rub his back slowly. She knew what he was apologizing for. Bel knew him well. It was often said there were only two people that could really understand him, and that was Denmark and her. Tino even over 800 years had difficulty, still.
"It's alright. I'm used to it by now." Her affectionate whisper held no comfort for the giant. To be honest he knew she had every right to be bitter with him and yet once again in over 70 years he was right back in her arms, needing someone to be there and she did so without any questions. It was never in her nature to turn anyone down.
The man took in one last deep breath. His dark blue eyes looked the blond woman over as she offered a gentle smile. Her navy blue, blouse was soaked on the left shoulder. The moist fabric didn't seem to bother her as she cupped his face. "Are you going to be alright?" Her dark green orbs offered kindness he knew he could never payback in a million years.
"Ja." Sweden didn't want to talk to much. His mouth felt sticky with heat and moisture. "Let's get you some coffee." Her benign whispers made him feel even worse. His stomach pulled and his chest grew tight. He needed someone more than ever. Berwald's guilt was building ever more.
Sweden knew he was just using her for some comfort and someone to talk to. The man held a deep love for her but unlike Tino, he just didn't know how to show it. Berwlad would just end up pushing her away like he always did. She was a woman and he was never good with those.
"B'lgium..." Bel put a delicate finger on his lips. "I said it's ok Berwald", her voice remained soft. Sweden couldn't bare it. He let himself go as he pushed back the guilt. The nation blinked a few times as he let her up. His mind clamped down on his feelings, trying to keep the whole situation, just friendly.
The woman stood and straightened her black, slender skirt. Sweden caught a glimpse of her ample cleavage as he bent down to smooth out the wrinkles. He cleared his throat as he slowly stood. The world was rocking back and forth under his feet. Belgium offered a steady hand under his elbow and helped guide him into the kitchen.
His eyes glanced around. Her kitchen was full of earthly tones. The walls were painted a dark brown with a light, cream like tanned colored accent wall. Dark green counter tops and a dark wooden floor. It wasn't as nice as his, but it was cozy, modern with black appliances. Her cabinets were a dark chestnut, very stylish for a kitchen.
The smell of coffee soon filled the room as he didn't notice her leave his side and open the bag of grounds, pouring them into the filter. Light threatened to pierce the dim kitchen. Berwald read the clock on the stove, it said 7am. He had been kneeling on her floor for almost an hour and a half.
The man couldn't believe it. Belgium didn't once complain being in his lap for so long. It would explain why his knees were sore though. "Alright, coffee's on. I'll be right back. I'm going to change. If you need anything, you know where everything is at. Help yourself." She turned on her heels and looked Sweden with a bright smile and joy in her eyes.
This made the Swede frown. He knew it was all false. It was hard on her as much as it was hard on him. Bel quickly forgets that she's not the only one that can read people. Sweden nodded as he lowered himself into the wooden chair at the kitchen table.
The windows that surrounded him became brighter and brighter. The curtains made of a see through, sheer material, offered no defense against the bright, rising sun. The white and yellow light burned his eyes. His mind screamed in agony. Berwald cupped his head in his hands as he propped up on his elbows.
The coffee pot shortly beeped as he stood slowly and made his way over to the device. He knew where she kept all the cups as he opened the cabinet above the coffee pot. Sweden had to give a quirk of a smile. She never changes. He pulled down two white, porcelain cups and flipped them right side up.
Berwald made a mental note that the cabinet door, wouldn't close unless you lifted the end up slightly. He let out a sigh. The one thing that never changed about her. She often put off house repairs until it was absolutely needed. The woman was horrible about it. Bel was always busy with other things.
