Denmark yawned sleepily; he snuggled up into the couch, sniffing the scent of Sweden in a sigh. He then sat up and stretched, looking around the room before getting up and venturing into the kitchen, Sweden wasn't up yet. So he decided he was going to make him some breakfast

Denmark wasn't the world's neither best nor worst cook but he tried to make it nice for the Swede still dozing in bed. He made toast, bacon, eggs, a whole selection, after grinning and admiring his work he moved his skill onto balancing it all on to one tray and carrying it steadily up the stairs with it in one hand and coffee in the other

He opened the door to Sweden's bedroom with his hip gently pushing it open, seeing Berwald still fast asleep he set the tray and coffee on the bed side table before pulling a silly grin and sitting on the bed next to the Swede

"Sve…" Denmark purred, nuzzling the Swedes shoulder "I made you breakfast"

"mmh… five more minutes" Sweden mumbled, wrapping his arms around the Danes waist

"No you're breakfast will go cold genius" Denmark said, shoving a piece of toast into the Swedes mouth,

Sweden sighed and sat up and looked at the Dane "Ya have no respect for personal space do ya?"

Denmark handed the tray to Sweden "You were the one with your arms around my waist don't blame me"

Sweden blushed as he realised he really did do that, then he ate his breakfast quietly

"this 's good" he admitted after a few bites

"Duh, I made it!" Denmark bosted, Sweden rolled his eyes and finished his breakfast. "It's because it was made with Love" he laughed

Sweden smirked at the Danes last comment "Sounds like something a hippy would say" to which Denmark replied by sticking his tongue out

"sleep well?" Sweden asked

"Your couch isn't really the comfiest place I have ever slept"

"'m sorry"

"it's okay" Denmark laughed "Get dressed"

"No." Sweden said getting back into bed

"Berwald!" Denmark whined, Sweden didn't answer, Denmark grinned and grabbed a pillow, before whacking the other nation with it repeatedly

"mmmh! M' up!" Sweden groaned sitting up, Denmark continued hitting him with the pillow

"oi" Sweden said pulling the pillow out of the Danes hands and throwing it on the floor, Denmark smiled at the Swede innocently

Denmark got up "You get dressed I'll do the washing" he said

"Yes mum" Sweden laughed, Denmark stuck his tongue out and went down stairs

Sweden got dressed and as he did was lost in thought… He couldn't ask Denmark to stay because he couldn't expect him to sleep on the couch every night… Not that he wanted him to sleep on the couch…

"BERWALD!"

Berwald jumped at the sudden shout from downstairs

"Matthias? You ok?" Berwald shouted running down the stairs, he went into the kitchen to find a Dane tangled in washing, half stuck in the washing machine from the stomach upwards, wiggling his hips to try get free

"How did you even…"

"Just help me!"

Berwald walked over to the Dane, looking at his rear hesitantly trying not to seem pervy, he grabbed the Dane by the hips and pulled, but he didn't budge

"Pull harder!"

"A don't wanna hurt ya!"what he really meant was I don't want to accidently take your underwear, since Denmark was only wearing his boxers.

"You won't!" came a yell from the washing machine

And so, Berwald pulled harder until finally he managed to pull the Dane out, they both went flying backwards so that Sweden fell over and Denmark landed in his lap. Both stared at each other for a while before they both burst out laughing

After a bit, awkward silence returned, Denmark was going to get off the Swedes lap but he was pulled back down

"Berwald?"

"Stay" Sweden said, wrapping his arms around the Dane "Stay again t'night"

"I can't the couch-"

"Sleep with me." Berwald whispered into the Danes ear, Denmark grinned at him which made a blush appear on the Swedes face "I-I mean 't's a double bed, we can share, n' problem"

"If you're cool with it" Denmark shrugged, hiding his big grin and even bigger blush "But snore and I'll kick you out"

Sweden smiled and nodded.

Denmark eventually managed to get up and put the washing in the washer without any other problems whiles Sweden did the dishes, both smiling and glancing at each other every few minutes…

Once the mess in the kitchen was cleared up, the two went outside in the back garden, Denmark laid, still in his underwear sprawled out on the grass, noticing the Dane had decided on his own that it was Nap time Sweden went to join him..

"Having Fun?" Sweden asked sarcastically sitting down next to him

"was until you came" Denmark grinned, to which Sweden answered by flicking him on the nose.

"Lazy Shit" Sweden mumbled

"that's why you love me"

"Why Would 'nyone love you?" Sweden said tickling the Dane on the stomach making him laugh and squirm,

Denmark jumped up to get away from the Swede, smirking as he got out of reach

"The washing should be finished by now; I'll go hang it out to dry… since it's such a beautiful day!" Denmark said as he skipped back into the house, Sweden smiled and watched the Dane

Denmark sighed to himself, spending time with Sweden was something they hadn't done since… Centuries, and he realised just how much he missed it, especially Sweden's smile at him, smiling because of him… not to mention when he makes Sweden laugh…

He knew he would be sad when he had to leave the Swedish man, but Denmark didn't mind because when he did Sweden would be happy…

Denmark came back with a basket of washing in his hand and pegs in his mouth, he then took each piece of washing and hung it up…

Sweden watched, it hurt how much Denmark did things like Finland… As he thought of this, the depression came back to him, and it tormented him…

he got up and walked towards the Dane …

Denmark turned as he saw the Swede approaching him…

"Berwald?" Denmark asked as he saw the stern look on the Swedes face…

Sweden slapped the Dane across the face

Not expecting the impact Matthias fell over with the sudden Daze. He held his cheek and stared up at the Swede

"What the hell was that for?" Denmark asked

"Ya doing it on purpose!" Sweden Shouted

"Doing what!"

"Ya acting like him! Ya acting like Finland!" Tears spilled over Berwald's eyes "You di'nt come 'ere to 'elp me. Ya just came to torment me!" Sweden stormed off back into the house, leaving Matthias outside, confused and alone.

He put the remaining washing down and ran after the other nation

"Sve! Wait! I wasn't trying to!" Denmark yelled climbing up the stairs

Sweden had locked the bedroom door and stayed sat on the floor, with his head buried in his knees

Denmark banged on the door "Berwald… Please believe me… I haven't wanted to hurt you… "

"LIAR!" Sweden said banging his fist again the door sobbing.

"You think that's all I am! You think I lie all the time! YOU just don't believe me!" Denmark yelled back, "Ever since I did hurt you! And you left! I've only wanted you to be happy! Which is why I'm here now trying to make you feel better! But if you just gonna hit me and tell me I'm acting like Finland I'll just go!"

Denmark turned and marched down the stairs towards the front door, grabbing his coat even though he didn't have his pants or shirt on.

Sweden unlocked the Bedroom door and ran after the Dane, once caught up to him he pinned the Dane against the wall by his wrists

"Did you mean it? You weren't doing it on purpose?" Sweden asked intimidatingly, ignoring the Danes protest about being pinned to a wall

"Of course I did…" Denmark sighed

Sweden hung his head onto Matthias's chest

"'m sorry… all this time… I thought you were just acting like Finland to annoy me…" Sweden admitted

"how heartless do you think I am?" Denmark said, hugging the Swede tight

Sweden lifted his head "m sorry…"

"It's okay" Denmark smiled, wiping away the tears that had fallen down Berwald's face

"C'n we forget about this?" Berwald asked, to which Matthias nodded

"Okay so, how about we go to the shop, buy a TV, buy a movie and sweets, and then we can watch a movie… sound good?" Denmark asked, Sweden nodded

Denmark tugged the Swedes hand out the door and towards the car, he fiddled with the5 car keys for a few minutes but they were taken by the Swede stood behind him

"Hey!"

"M' Driving"

"Its MY car!" Denmark said, trying to wrestle the swede playfully to get the keys

"Ya drive like ya drunk"

"that's because most times I drive I am!" Denmark laughed

Sweden rolled his eyes and got in the drivers seat. Denmark tapped on the window and pulled a pathetic face, to which Sweden Stuck his middle finger up at and his tongue out, Denmark walked dramatically around to the other side of the car making crying puppy noises.

Once they set off Denmark blasted Danish music through the car, which Sweden didn't mind since it was only a short journey, he could cope for that long.

Once at the shop the two went in and straight away Denmark ran to the biggest TV

"Let's get this one!" Denmark yelled pointing at it

"Do you have any idea how much that costs?" Sweden asked

"Nope!" Denmark said, already picking it up and putting it in the trolley, Sweden smiled at Matthias.. Then they moved onto buying DVD's

"Let's get something scary" Denmark said

"Ya scared of watership down den."

"That's because the poor little rabbits die!" Denmark pouted, handing the Swede a horror movie to put in the trolley

Sweden rolled his eyes "Ya go 'n get some milk n' I'll go 'n get sweets and snacks"

"okay just don't go all boring on me" Denmark laughed as he walked towards the milk stand.

Sweden started going down the sweet isle only to see a familiar trio stood shop lifting sweets, France was the first to spot the Swede at the end of the isle, quickly informing the others, Prussia was the first to approach the Swede.

"Well if it isn't the fag himself!" Prussia laughed "What you doing in the sweet isle? You lost? Why don't you go back to Ikea?"

Spain and France stood chuckling in the background

"How's you and Finland?" Prussia asked, knowing that they were over, Sweden gritted his teeth to stop himself from launching at the Prussian

"Hey why don't you leave Sweden alone and go back to fucking your brother!" Denmark yelled approaching the other nations with an angry look on his face

"Matthias? Why are YOU hanging out with this faggot?" Prussia laughed

"He ain't a faggot" Denmark said squaring up to Prussia, knocking their foreheads together

"Den, D'nt" Sweden said putting a hand on the Danes shoulder, which was shrugged off

"What are you his boyfriend?" Prussia said stepping back

"Just because the only thing you care about is yourself and that stupid bird of yours" Denmark answered flicking the chick off the Prussians shoulder. Prussia glared at the Dane and in return flicked the Danes little black hat off.

With both of their crowns removed the two broke out into a fight, First Denmark punched the Prussian in the jaw and flung him into some packets of crisps, then the Prussian threw Denmark a punch to the stomach, as Denmark clutched his stomach the back of his head was met with the Prussians elbow send the Dane to the floor.

Denmark received a few kicks to the stomach before he managed to grab hold of the Prussians foot, pulling it so that Prussia also ended up on the floor, Denmark then crawled on top of him, putting one hand on to his throat and the other ready to punch him Square in the face,

"Denmark…" Sweden said warningly, pulling the Dane off the Prussian, letting the Prussian Frenchman and Spaniard retreat out of the shop

Sweden pulled Denmark into a tight hug "D'nt ever d' that again… ever..."

Denmark hugged the Swede back and smiled

"Ya not hurt are ya?" Sweden asked concerned, Denmark shook his head "c'mon, let's go home"

The pair walked back to the car, filling it with shopping. Denmark was quick to jump in the driver's seat and stuck two middle fingers up at the Swede, rapidly shaking his hands up and down. Sweden laughed at his childish behaviour and contently got in the passenger side.

After having to remind Denmark a few times that the red light means stop they eventually got home in one piece. Sweden set up the TV whilst Denmark got out the snacks and booze they had bought

Everything ready, they curled up on the couch to watch the movie. Denmark clung to the Swedes arm and buried his head into his shoulder at scary parts, not that Sweden minded; he spent most of his time looking over at the Dane, rather than the movie.

Movie finished, Sweden was about to retire to the bedroom when Matthias pulled his arm

"aren't you gonna stay up for a drink with me?" Denmark grinned

"Nah, ya not getting drunk in my house"

"B-but"

"No"

"What if-"

"No"

"How about-"

"No"

Denmark sulked and pulled that pathetic face he pulls when he wants something

Sweden just laughed and pulled the other off the couch

Once in the bedroom, both got ready for bed, Denmark was already in when Sweden crawled in the other side…

Both lay staring at the ceiling for a few seconds, before Denmark broke the silence

"Hey Berwald… Do you forgive me?"

Berwald turned to look at Matthias "What for?"

"Everything…" Matthias said

Berwald nodded, to which Matthias smiled but still looked like he was gonna cry,

Berwald blinked at Matthias's sudden outburst, and so Matthias sat up and continued "I-I wish we could go back to being good friends.. like we were before…Everything"

The guilt came back to Denmark and Sweden could see that he was trying to hold in his tears…

"D'nt cry Den, a forgive you, ya menna b' happy" Sweden said trying to cheer the Dane up whilst holding his arms out

Denmark crawled into the Swedes open arms and rested his head on his stomach. Once again Denmark was sobbing into the taller nation's chest

"Shhh" Berwald whispered, stroking the smaller nations back comfortingly

After the sobbing had stopped Denmark gazed up at the other with bloodshot eyes. Both just looking at each other, but after a while, Denmark laid his head back onto the others chest, nuzzling his next and so in Minutes, Matthias was asleep….

but Berwald was still thinking … He didn't want Denmark to go home tomorrow… or the day after…. Or the day after… he knew if he did go then he wouldn't be happy… It was Denmark himself that made him happy, not the company or the comfort…

Leaving it to worry about tomorrow the Swede removed his glasses and closed his eyes, falling asleep with the other nation in his arms…

AN: Let me just say, "why don't you just go back to Ikea " XD Bad ass insult from Prussia there.