"Peter."

Peter looked up from where he was doing homework at the kitchen table. His papa came in and pulled up a chair next to him.

"Yeah Papa?" Peter asked when Berwald was silent for a few moments.

"How did…" Berwald trailed off with a hum. He furrowed his eyebrows and glared down at the table as he tried to come up with a way to explain. Peter waited patiently for his papa to sort out his thoughts. "How did ya get Tino ta come down here tha firs' time?"

Peter cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"Like… when we firs' met Tino, how did ya do it? Ta get him down here?"

"Oh! Well, that's easy! I knelt by the bed and prayed, just like you said a long time ago!"

Berwald shook his head. "Ta who?"

Peter shrugged. "I don't know… God?"

"So if I prayed ta God… it would go ta anybody?"

"I guess? I think maybe he gives the prayers to the angels. Tino once said something about there being different kinds."

"So wha' would happen if I prayed ta Tino?"

"I guess it would go to Tino." Then Pete smirked and slyly looked at his papa. "Why? You gonna pray to Tino?"

Berwald blushed and lightly pushed his son's head away as Peter laughed and batted back at him. "Do yer homework," Berwald said with a huff and up to walk away.

Peter smiled and did a silent fist-pump.


Tino thought a long time about Francis said about love. Tino's feelings for Berwald were unique; something he had never felt for anybody before. It matched up to what Francis said too. However, there was something he had never thought about… what if Berwald didn't feel the same?

Tino's wings drooped as he thought about it. It didn't even matter if Tino sorted through his own feelings, because in the end, Berwald wouldn't feel the same.

Tino thought back to the day he and Berwald danced in the kitchen. It seemed like it was so long ago, but he knew it was the memory that he will remember forever. He could hear their laughter and the song clearly in his head. Waterloo was its name.

Knowing my fate is to be with you.

That was a line in the song. He remembered it. If only he knew what his fate was. But Tino was an angel. Wasn't his fate to help humans in need? What were the fates of angels? And could angels have fates with others? Maybe his fate could be like Antonio's and Lovino's? (That is, if their fates are actually supposed to be together… Tino sometimes can't really tell.)

How could he find out? Maybe he can ask Francis again? Surely he should know the outcome of people's romances? Then again, he would've already told Tino when he met him the previous day.

Tino shook he head. Why was he thinking about fates and love in the first place? He should be concentrating on his work, not trivial things like that. Tino narrowed his eyes and set his jaw into determination. He will no longer think about the quaint house in Washington, sweet Peter, Mathias, ABBA, or even Berwald… wonderful, nice Berwald. It wasn't his business anymore.

No. Tino didn't feel love. He only imagined it. He was just feeling guilty about not completing that assignment. Yes, that was it. That was all.

"Tino! There you are!"

Tino looked up and quickly wiped the tears from his eyes, as Lovino landed in front of him.

"You're a hard bastard to find, y'know?" Lovino said as he patted his clothes looking for something, not noticed Tino's red, blotchy face.

"Why were you looking for me?" Tino asked.

"One second… Aha! Here it is!" Lovino said as he pulled out a card.

"An assignment?" Tino didn't think he was ready for another quite yet.

"Nope, a personal prayer," Lovino said as he shoved it in Tino's hands. Then he looked around the sky. "Well, at least that tomato bastard hadn't found me yet. But I outta go. Enjoy your prayer, I guess. Ciao!" And he took off.

Tino blinked at the space where Lovino was as the information sunk in. A personal prayer? For him? Why?

He looked down at the card.

Dear Tino,

I'm not exactly sure what I'm doin'. I'm not even sure if I'm doin' this right... I asked Peter, and he said this is wha' ya do. Ya kneel by tha bed an' pray. So I hope this gets to ya.

Tino, I… I'm not exactly sure where to begin… Maybe an 'I'm sorry'. Ja... I screwed up. I messed up yer assignment, so it wasn't yer fault. Don't think that. But you actually did real good. I did fall in love, and I can't seem ta get them out of my mind.

Y'see, they're perfect. They're… god, they're wonderful. Beautiful, funny, and his smile… Probably the greatest thing I've ever seen in my life. And I miss that smile a lot… I really miss him a lot.

Tino… I miss you.

I know you angels can date er whatever, but I don't know if there are any rules about humans an' angels. But if yer willing ta give me a chance, it would mean a lot. I miss you and I don't know how you feel about me, but I know that I'm in love with ya.

Em… yeah, that's it… Not sure if you can hear me anyway. But that's it. I love ya.

So… I'm not exactly sure what to do now… do I just say Amen? I think that's how you end a prayer, so yeah. Probably.

Um,

Amen.

Tino laughed in relief as he re-read the prayer over and over just to make sure he understood it right. So Berwald felt the same way he did? It seemed unreal. There was no way. But here was the proof. A prayer specifically for him, not tampered by anybody.

Tino hugged it to his chest and smiled.

What should he do now? He wasn't sure what to do. A part of him wanted to fly around as fast he could screaming and laughing the whole way, while the other part wanted to curl up in his wings in a corner and keep the prayer as close to his heart as he could forever.

Wait… what was he thinking!? Of course he knew what to do!

Grinning, Tino spread his wings and took off into the air with a powerful thrust.


"Hey Berwald."

Berwald fumbled with what he was doing on the work bench, and missed the nail with his hammer, hitting his hand instead. He quickly turned around and had his breath taken away. There was Tino, white fluffy wings with a gold tinge that made him looke, well, angelic. His bright purple eyes (angeleyes, Berwald's mind unhelpfully added) and a wide smile that brightened his entire face. Well, actually his smile fell as he looked at Berwald's hand.

"Oh my president, that looks bad! Are you going to do something? Should I go get the sticky… thing? The, um, sticky paper things?"

"Tino…" Berwald blinked at the angel, unsure if he was actually here or not. The random mess of confusing words helped prove existence though. When his words registered, that's when the pain also registered. Berwald looked down at his hand in shock, which was now turning a bit purple in the spot he hit. He had a pretty powerful swing.

"Wha's a 'sticky paper thing'?" Berwald repeated.

"Y'know," Tino started, flailing a bit. "The sticky thing that goes on skin to make things stop hurting."

"…Ya mean a band-aid?"

"There we go! That's why you're so smart!"

Berwald looked down at his hand again. "Nej… I don' think I'll nee' one."

Tino let out a sigh of relief. "That's good. I don't know where they're at anyway."

The other huffed out a laugh before saying. "Tino, wha' are ya doin' here?"

"Oh um… I got your prayer," Tino said shyly as he took out the card. "And I wanted to tell you that I feel the same… for you."

Berwald blushed. "Really?"

The angel also blushed and nodded. "I, um, really missed you, Berwald."

"I missed ya too," Berwald said with a smile. He quickly crossed the room and gathered Tino into his arms. Tino relaxed into the embrace and copied his actions. "I missed ya a lot," he whispered.

Tino squeezed tighter.

After a few moments of holding each other, Berwald backed up just enough to look into the angel's beautiful eyes. "Please say you'll stay," he pleaded.

Tino smiled brightly. "I will. Always."


Tino was helping with the yardwork again. Apparently Berwald was very proud of his landscape and liked to keep it perfect. Tino didn't really understand the importance of it, but he went along with it anyway to keep Berwald happy.

Berwald and Mathias were currently off arguing about something or other, while Peter was teaching Tino how to plant flowers. Tino squealed as he accidentally touched a slimy worm which sent Peter into peels of loud laughter.

"Ah l'amour~!" Francis said as he sipped wine and watched the scene with a fond smile. "It was definitely one of my most difficult assignments yet, but oh so worth it. Tino is so happy, and Lukas was, of course, a nice side bonus. Hm, I wonder who's next…?"

Subjects: Berwald Oxenstierna / Tino

Ages: 33 / NA

Dates of Births: June 6, 1980 / NA

Residences: 3123 W Union St., Monroe, Washington, USA / Heaven

Families: Peter Oxenstierna (son), Mathias Køhler (brother) / NA

Dreams: for his son to grow up well / to complete an assignment successfully

Fears: losing his son, public speaking, dentists / thunderstorms

Assignment:

"Dear God and the angels in heaven, please help my papa. He works really hard but I think he's sad. When he comes home he goes to sleep because he's tired. I miss playing with him and the babysitters are boring and mean. So, um… please give my papa less work and I'll try to help too but I'm little. I can't do grownup things like make dinners or wash dishes, but I'll do my chores, promise. Thank you. Amen."

- Peter Oxenstierna

Angel Assigned: Francis


Bonus Scene:

Berwald walked into the kitchen, planning on starting lunch, when he stopped just in the doorway. There were three angels seated in front of him at the dining table, all of them with their ridiculously fluffy wings out.

"Okay... I know why yer here," Berwald started pointing at Tino. "An' I get why yer here," he said at Lukas. "But who are you an' wha' are you doin' here?" he asked the third angel.

"This is Emil," Tino said brightly.

"He's hiding from the kid he's supposed to be guarding," Lukas answered monotonously as ever.

"No I'm not," the other angel, Emil, replied haughtily. "I'm just taking a break."

"In my kitchen?" Berwald asked, raising an eyebrow.

Emil shrugged. "Anywhere but near there. Could be a hurricane in the ocean for all I care."

"Don't say that." Tino frowned. "Besides I'm sure Xiao misses you very much."

"Yeah, right. Probably misses bothering me. I swear, he just lives to torture me. I have no idea how Yao stands living in the same house as him. Or his neighbors living on the same street for that matter. Freaking Xiao Wang…" Emil frowned and looked out the window.

This time Berwald raised both eyebrows. "Xiao and Yao Wang? Ya mean tha Wangs tha' live across tha street…?"

"Wait, are we in Monroe, Washington?" Emil rushed out. Tino smiled and nodded.

"Damnit! Not even here is safe!"


A/N

I. AM. DONE.

I finished it! It probably sucked and y'know what? just ignore the plot holes and such… shhh… xD One day, I might go back and edit it to try and patch up those plot holes, but not for a while :P

Also, I realise the writing style between this chapter and the previous one might be a bit different but it's been like one or two years, gimme a break lol

So, yeah. I don't think you guys realize how much I loathe doing multi-chapter stories, but! I finally broke out of my writer's block to crank this thang out!

I haven't stopped writing yet, I'm just a bit slower now that I'm working full time with another job on the side. So it's a bit hard for me to find some time, but I am planning something very big for the next few months, so stayed tuned for that! I'm super excited! (And hopefully it will all turn out ok XD)

Hope you enjoyed this story for what it was (simple fluff… nothing too complex). Please go easy on me… I know it's not my best (:_ But tell me what you thought and thanks for reading and sticking with me (and being patient).

(Phew, now a bit of my guilt has gone and I can finally listen to Waterloo and Angeleyes again without feeling bad! xD)