I apologize if this isn't the quality you're used to... Was writting the last 4 chapters with chaos in the house... I really apologize again, the next chapters witll be better :)

Sweden smiled when he came out of the shower. He felt refreshed and alive. His head was still foggy with memories and the alcohol leaving his system. Berwald's stomach was starting to gnaw at him. He was a little hungry.

The Swede dried himself off. The thick, white towel on his skin felt good. It was soft and dry, wiping away any moisture trapped in his ears, drying them vigorously. The one thing that really annoyed him other then a stupid Dane was water in his ears. Sweden could tolerate a lot of things but that wasn't one of them.

Berwald noticed a dark maroon colored, robe hanging on the back of the white bathroom door. It was probably her brother's, the one she had made mention earlier about. The shoulders were to wide for it to be hers. He reached for it and put it on. The garment fit him in the shoulders but it was a little short. The robe reached only to his knees. He sighed as he tied the terry cloth belt around his waist.

Berwarld slipped his glasses back on and folded his cloths in a neat pile on the toilet seat. He knew she'd get to them as soon as she was done with cooking breakfast. Sweden paused a moment when he heard the sound of his son giggling.

He felt his heart stop. Sweden took in a deep breath. What if his son really did see him last night? Why didn't he let him know Finland hadn't picked him up? Berwald exhaled. He realized he had been holding it in, fearful of what his son might have saw and or heard.

The Swede opened the door. Sunlight beamed through the short hall way. It was a white, blinding light for a moment. The sun piercing through the open rooms, reflected off the beautiful wooden floor. The smell of breakfast mixed with the warm glow, and the sound of laughter filled Sweden with something he hadn't felt in ages.

Berwald's heart fluttered briefly as he swallowed hard. His bare feet stepped on the cool wooden floor as it was slowly warming by the sun coming through the open doors and windows. He was unsure if he should go into the kitchen or not. He paused.

As Sweden peeked around the corner of the kitchen entry, he saw Peter sitting at the wooden kitchen table. His smile was bright and a soft glow of warm light mixed with his laughter. To see his son so carefree allowed Sweden to breath a little easier. He exhaled slowly.

Berwald could hear Belgium talking about how she used to look after South Italy. She was explaining there wasn't much of a difference between the two of them when they were the same age. They were even the same height, she explained. "Man... That sucks, then I'm going to be short!" Bel let out a chortle. "I doubt that. I think you'll grow as tall as your father", trying to reassure the boy.

"Did he really say all those kind of nasty things too?" Sealand was listening intently to all the stories Belgium was telling him. "Oui, he did but that doesn't mean you can." A smile crept on Berwald's lips. "Aww, that's not fair!" Bel continued to chuckle only pausing long enough to sip her coffee. Her sweet voice was heart warming. "Now finish your breakfast then take a shower. It sounds like your papa is already done with his."