Because someone requested it, here's the key to the colors of the heartstrings:
Red = true love / soulmate
Pink = crush / romantic relationship but not true love
Blue = family relationships
Green = friends
White = acquaintances
Grey = doesn't get along well
Black = enemies / hate

3 Days Left

Today they decided to try the mall. Tino's never been there before so he was unsure about how it'd turn out.

However, all doubt left his mind as soon as he stepped into the building with Berwald.

"Wow…" he breathed, looking around in wonder. There were people, and shops, and… so many people! His wings itched to go visible and fly to the ceiling so he could see everything. "So this is a mall!"

Berwald chuckled. "Ja, this 's a mall."

Tino nodded and smiled. He'll definitely find someone here! Tino took out his glasses to put on the gaudy things. As soon as he did, he was flooded with different heartstrings of all colors that led to Berwald like a gigantic web.

Berwald stopped walking when he noticed Tino hesitate. He looked down at the angel and groaned when he saw those accursed glassed. So it's back to work huh? Couldn't even enjoy the mall for a few minutes without the matchmaking going on. Berwald was doubtful about the entire thing but Tino was definitely determined. So, the Swede would allow it for the adorable angel's sake.

But he could still only stand it for so long.

He eventually noticed people staring at them, or at least at Tino's hideous glasses, while said angel was just looking around obliviously.

Berwald put a hand on Tino's shoulder to get his attention. Tino looked at him with those beautifully magnified purple eyes.

"Can't ya take those off?" Berwald asked quietly while sending glares to the people who stared at them for too long.

Tino tilted his head in confusion. "But this is the only way I can see people's heartstrings."

"Right… bu' people are starin'," Berwald said shifting uncomfortably.

Tino glanced around and let out a disappointed "Oh."

Berwald pinched the bridge of his nose, willing to make a compromise with those God-awful glasses for Tino's sake. "Look, jus' pu' 'em on when ya think ya see someone who'd b' a possible match, 'kay?"

Tino's face brightened. "Okei! That's a great idea!" He took them off and put them away before looking around. Tino caught his reflection in the big mirror nearby and smiled at himself. Good thing I took off those glasses, he thought to himself briefly. It would've been weird seeing my own connection with Berwald.

Mathias knelt by his bedside and collapsed his hand together. This was what people usually do when they wanted to pray right?

Okej… he thought to himself. Breathe… how should I start this…?

"Ehm… dear Lukas, mighty angel/grim reaper – thing… uh… hi. How are you?"

Mathias stopped. Oh god, this was so bad! He should definitely start over!

"Dear Lukas… the angel… oh wait, is Lukas a common name or should I specify?... are there even last names in heaven? I should ask Tino…"

He shook his head. Damnit! This wasn't working! Just push through it man!

"Right… uh, dear Lukas – angel of death, hi. Haven't heard from you in a while… well, about five days, but who's counting? I don't even know if you're getting this but Tino said it'd work. Anyways, I kinda wanted to see ya again… that's why I'm doing this. I'm at my house. My address is 1492 West Hampton Avenue, Monroe, Washington. It might be hard to find on a map. Also, if you have a scythe or something like that please don't bring it… I'm not dying or anything. Right, well, maybe I'll see ya… Uhm, sincerely, Mathias… uh, Mathias Køhler… my little bro's Berwald… yeah… bye."

Mathias groaned. He really sucked at this kind of thing!

2 Days Left

Mathias was grading essays early on the next night. He was a teacher at the local highschool and had been putting off grading them for a while.

He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and looked up. Lukas was standing right there, cooling staring at him.

Mathias spazzed in surprise at the angel's sudden appearance and dropped the stack of papers in his hand.

"Lukas!"

"Hello," Lukas replied while looking at the essays on the floor.

"You're here!"

Lukas looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. "Well, I can't exactly ignore a summon… and I got three." He took out three white cards out of his suit pocket and handed them to Mathias. "You might wanna consider condensing them down into one next time."

Mathias looked at the cards. They were all his failed prayers. He didn't actually think that restarting over a prayer would create a new summon or whatever.

He blushed and laughed awkwardly. "Oh, sorry about that."

Lukas nodded and looked around Mathias' small house.

"Ya like it? Nice isn't it?" Mathias asked with a grin.

Lukas just shrugged. "I suppose. Angels don't really have a house or anything like that."

Mathias furrowed his eyebrows. "Then where do ya sleep?"

Lukas curiously looked at Mathias. "We don't need sleep."

"Really? Then how come Tino has his own room?" Mathias asked. He was pretty sure Tino slept in there.

"We can choose to sleep, but it's more similar to mediation. We don't have REM cycles like humans do. As where Tino is concerned, he only has his one assignment. So he chooses to remain with the family. I, on the other hand, am constantly moving. My job is never stationary… which is probably a good thing, all things considered." Lukas blinked in surprise. Never has he talked so much before.

Mathias didn't notice the angel's surprise. "Well, have you ever wanted to sleep?"

"Excuse me?"

"Have you ever wanted to sleep? I have an extra bed," Mathias said. It was a smaller bed that Peter used whenever he stayed the night, but Lukas' smaller body would have no problem fitting in it.

Lukas paused. He never bothered to try sleep before. He never thought of it before. "I… I don't know."

"Well, you should try! Do you have another job that you need to do right now?"

Lukas hesitated. "No…"

"Well, then, c'mon!" Mathias led the angel into the room across the hall from his own.

Lukas stepped into the room and carefully observed everything from the furniture to the picture frames on the walls. Finally, he looked down at the neatly made bed.

"Ya have seen a bed before, right?" Mathias asked unsurely. If the angel's never slept before then maybe he wouldn't even know what a bed looked like.

"Of course I have," Luka huffed. "Many people die on beds." Mathias paled. Ah right, he always forgot about the angel's "profession".

Lukas sat down of the bed and bounced on the mattress for a bit testing it out, before getting into the center of the bed. He lied down on his back rigidly and straight, as if he was a vampire in a coffin. Mathias raised an eyebrow amused and couldn't stop the chuckles that escaped from his chest.

Lukas glared at the human. "What?"

"Ehm… don't you wanna take off your clothes?"

Lukas sat up. "Do humans usually sleep naked?"

Mathias blushed. "No! Well, yes. I mean, I guess some do… but, ah, most don't sleep in a full suit like that."

The angel looked down at clothes. "I see."

Mathias chuckled. "Just take off your shoes, jacket and belt, that should be enough."

Lukas nodded and did as he was told. He pulled back the covers because he remembered that many humans slept under these to keep warm.

He looked up at Mathias who was watching him amused.

"What?" he said irritably.

Mathias chuckled and shook his head. "Nothing, nothing. I'm goin' to bed too. My room's right across the hall if ya need anything. Night, Luke."

"Lukas! Not Luke! My name doesn't get shortened!" he admonished as Mathias chuckled and turned off the light to the room.

Lukas stared up at the ceiling for a long time, long after Mathias fell asleep. How do humans do this? He tried the meditation, but the house was just too silent. Contrary to popular belief, the angel of death did not like silence. Plus, the room was too dark… and lonely. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all…

1 Day Left

Tino flopped face down onto the couch and groaned. This wasn't working! They've tried everything on the list plus some other things Berwald suggested, but there was nobody who came close! Nobody was even a reddish-pink! It seemed like the more they searched, the less pinks Tino even found. He didn't understand how somebody could not have a match. Was that even possible? Can a human be born without a match?

Tino shook his head. No, of course everyone had somebody, maybe even more than one. There were just so many people out there in the world. Berwald's perfect match could be on the other side of the world and Tino would never find out because tomorrow was the last day, and he promised Berwald that he would keep the matchmaking down to a minimum.

Since Tino will have to leave after tomorrow, they decided that the three of them would all just spend the day together and enjoy the company in the time they had left. Tino stretched out his wings awkwardly, as he still laid face-down on the couch.

It just wasn't fair. It wasn't fair for anyone. Especially, not for Berwald and Peter… Tino clenched his eyes shut as his heart clenched painfully. All this time for nothing!

He was startled out of his musings when a human hand just barely grazed one of his wings. He sat up and looked at Berwald who had jumped back and was now blushing.

"I… ah… s-sorry," he stammered out.

Tino smiled. "It's okei! I was just surprised. Did you want to touch them?"

Berwald looked at the angel in shock. "Really? I can?"

"Sure, why not? I never knew you were interested," Tino said with a shrug.

"It's no'… ah, taboo er anythin'?"

Tino blinked and then chuckled. "No, not at all." He stood up and stretched his wings out to their full length. He nodded for Berwald to go ahead and with an encouraging smile.

Berwald stretched out a hand but hesitated an inch away from the feathers. So, Tino took the last step for him. He pushed his right wing forward and into Berwald's palm.

The human gasped silently and he slowly ran his hand along the wingspan. The beautiful white-gold feathers were so very soft, almost like silk sifting through his fingers. He combed his fingers gently through the feathers until he reached the tip. Then he ran his hand up along the top of the wing and back towards Tino.

Tino shivered as his feathers were ruffled the wrong way. Berwald's hand felt good against his right wing. Never has he felt this so intensely before. Maybe it was due to the human's warm hand. The only people who had ever touched his wings before were other angels.

"Does it hurt?" Berwald asked now running his hand down to the tip of the other wing.

"Mm, no…" Tino said with his eyes closed as he relaxed some more into the touch.

"Wha' does it feel like?" He was behind the angel, lightly combing both of his hands through the long feathers.

"Like… someone his running their fingers through your hair and giving you a back message at the same time…" Tino said through his haze. His angel friends don't do his wings justice when they groom. Berwald's warm hands were like heaven… and that was saying something because Tino lives in heaven.

"Tha' good huh?" Berwald chuckled.

Tino hummed happily in response. He was definitely a happy puddle of goo now. All the tension in his body was gone and he temporarily forgot all of his worries and troubles – the mission, the time limit, tomorrow's goodbyes…

Berwald woke up with a heavy feeling in his chest. Yesterday had been Tino's last day with them. They spent the entire day not worrying about matchmaking or the fact that Tino was leaving them. Instead, they had a good time.

They went to the park and had a picnic, complete with the checkered cloth and picnic basket. Tino loved it. He thought it was fun that they could eat on the grass and in the warm sun. Then the angel and Peter went and played on the playground. Peter taught Tino how to swing on the swings, and they even got Berwald to push them.

Berwald laughed at the memory.

"Higher Papa! Higher!" Peter squealed as Berwald used one hand to push his son and the other to push Tino.

Tino laughed as Peter swung really high into the sky.

"Look, Tino!" Peter said. "I'm going to fly just like you!" And he positioned himself to jump out. When the swing got to its pinnacle, he jumped.

"Peter!" Tino gasped and before Berwald could blink, Tino had jumped also.

When Berwald didn't see his son on the ground, he looked up to find Tino, with his wings out, holding Peter 6 feet above the ground.

"Aw, I didn't get to show you my jump," Peter pouted and Berwald chuckled at Tino's confused expression.

After they told Tino to come down and put away his wings, they explained to the angel that many people liked to jump out of the swings. Berwald still didn't think the angel understood even after he tried it, but Tino had wings anyway so he probably wouldn't understand.

After the park, they went and got ice cream, which had quickly become one of Tino's favorite food. He got strawberry chocolate this time and Peter got birthday cake, while Berwald got his old fashioned vanilla. Peter and Tino laughed and called him boring, so Berwald stuck a dollop of vanilla ice cream on their noses.

Berwald chuckled lightly at those memories, but slowly his smile faded. Tino was still gone. And who knows if he'll even be back?

Berwald knew he was gone already. Although, Tino said he'd go to bed not long after Berwald and Tino, Berwald knew that that was probably Tino's first lie.

Just to be sure, the Swede stayed awake in his bed to listen to the sounds of the angel, just in case he decided to stay. After a little while, he heard somebody come into his room. Berwald quickly closed his eyes and slowed down his breathing as if he were asleep. He felt kind of guilty for doing this, like he was a boy again, staying up late to read when he was supposed to be sleeping and his parents coming in to check on him.

However, Tino (he assumed) didn't do anything. The angel didn't even come closer. He just stayed inside the door for a while, staring. After a few minutes, Berwald heard a sigh and the angel left the room. Except, he didn't go towards the guest room. He went to the front door.

It wasn't until Berwald heard the front door open and close, that he knew. He knew the angel was gone for good. And he didn't even say goodbye.

Berwald's heart clenched painfully and he screwed his eyes shut, willing away the tears. Why did it feel like his heart just got ripped out of his chest?

"Papa?" the voice of a boy ripped Berwald out of his painful thoughts. Berwald looked up to find a sad Peter at the doorway of his room.

"Peter," Berwald responded back. Peter took that as a cue to come over to his father and sit next to him on the edge of the bed.

"Papa? Tino's gone…" he said, looking up at Berwald with a confused and hurt expression.

"I know…"

"Did he finish my prayer?"

Berwald looked away. He couldn't look his son in the eye and break his heart. He felt his son bury his head into his side. The boy was shaking a bit and Berwald realized he was crying.

Berwald moved to position Peter on his lap and wrap his arms around him in a comforting hug. His heart lurched as he thought of the last time he was in this position with somebody – Tino.

"He didn't even say goodbye…" Peter hiccupped, muffled by his father's body.

Berwald just hugged his son tighter, hoping the boy wouldn't see the tears that also started to run down his face.

A/N

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Merry Christmas everybody! XD

So! 1-2 chapters left! But don't expect an update until at least after Christmas... I have too many essays and other stories to write along with my trip back to the States... good-bye Espana! Te echare de menos! D':

Anyways, hope you liked the chapter! (lol) Tell me what you think! :D

Thanks for reading!