The room was somewhere in the middle of the hallway. It took you a minute to find it but eventually you did. Room 219. At this point you were shaking from the cold. How did it get so cold? You fixed up the blanket you carried and took a deep breath. Surely he wouldn't reject you. The two of you have been friends since how long? And he has mentioned a few times that you could come to him for help.

You knocked on the door with a shaky fist and turned the door knob. "Berwald," you called out.

You heard a small grunt and took it as a yes you can come in. You stepped inside the room as the half asleep Swede turned on the lamp next to the large bed. He grabbed his glasses and put them on before getting out of the bed. You saw he was wearing a thin pea green shirt and black pants.

"What are you doing here?" Berwald asked, ruffling his blond hair. You knew he wasn't being rude, he just wasn't use for people to come to him for help since he could be a bit intimating.

"Well I thought you could maybe help me out," you answered. Berwald didn't respond, he just kept looking at you with piercing blue eyes. "You see I um, had a. . ."

You stopped short when Berwald reached out and wiped your cheek, capturing a tear that had fallen out of your eye without your knowledge. He held his hand back to the light and examined the tear before looking back down at you with softened eyes.

"You've been crying," he commented. "And you're shaking like a leaf, what happened?"

You couldn't help but smile. There were only rare times when Berwald would feel comfortable with someone. He actually was quite playful and would show this side whenever you and him were alone. You guessed it was because you were like family to him.

"Nightmare," you answered. "And the cold. I don't do well with the cold."

"Do you want to stay the night?" Berwald asked without even thinking. Another trait that you liked about the Swede, he just said the first thing on his mind most of the time.

"If that would be okay," you mumbled. "I know that you don't get much time with yourself since you live the other Nordics and you probably want a night to yourself. But I would appreciate it if you'd let me stay."

"Of course you can stay," Berwald said and turned towards the bed. You hadn't noticed before but there was a large pink flower printed on the back of his shirt.

"Thank you. It's just that I don't get to sleep well and. . ."

"I get it," Berwald nodded, refusing to turn to face you. He took of his glasses. "Nightmares do a number on you. Remember when you stayed over that one night and I found you awake at three o'clock in the morning?"

You smiled at the memory. That night you had had a nightmare to, not as bad as this one but bad enough to keep you awake. Back then you were too embarrassed to seek help so you decided to watch TV until someone woke up. Berwald had found you early in the morning shaking, trying to turn the heater on. He wasn't too warmed up to you back then but he stayed with you until morning.

"Yeah," you smiled. "You are a great friend you know? I wish more people would know that you are actually not so scary once you get past the interior."

"Ja, me to," Berwald sighed and began to hop into bed. "We should get some sleep now."

"Yeah," you agreed and jumped into the large bed on the other side.

Your side of the bed was actually quite cold. You began to feel the heat radiate from the Swede next to you as he began to shift uncomfortably. You stole a glance to look at Berwald and saw him looking at you in the corner of his eye.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked. You could just detect a little bit of worry in his voice.

"I'm just really cold," you answered and gave a shiver.

Berwald shifted again and pulled your closer to him. Almost right away you could feel the warmth seep into you. You couldn't help but snuggle in further but with Berwald's firm grip on you couldn't move an inch.

"Is that better?" Berwald asked with a little yawn.

Although you did want to move you couldn't help but feel too tried to. Maybe this position would just have to do. You yawned a little yes before closing your eyes and began to count sheep, helping you fall asleep. You were only on sheep number twenty-three when your mind began to wonder.

You woke up the next morning felt Berwald's presence still being pressed up against you. You slowly craned your neck to see if the Swede was still sleeping. You gave out a little yelp when you saw two blue eyes staring intensely down at you.

"Oh, Berwald, I'm sorry," you stammered. "You just gave me a bit of a fright."

"No, I'm sorry," Berwald apologized and let go of you. "I was the one who scared you. I was just waiting for you to wake up."

"You know you could've gotten up without me," you smiled and sat up.

"I know, I didn't want to wake you," Berwald said and stretched.

Your stomach rumbled making you look down at it with a pained look. "So my stomach says that I should eat some food. Care to join me for breakfast? We can invite the others if you want."

Berwald got up and checked the time on the alarm clock. "Ja, as long as the Dane doesn't come," Berwald answered. "It's too early to deal with his antics."

(Wraps his arms around the other person and not let them move an inch the entire night)