The next morning Berwald woke up and went down stairs. Secretly hoping Bel would show up. She didn't. He understood. The Swede could have sworn he heard her coming in at almost eleven last night as she tried to be quiet. He found her notes and purse on the table. Even her coat was still on the back of the chair. He shook his head. It was a gentle reminder that everyone was there for work. He sighed. Berwald hung her coat and put her purse and other belongings on the counter next to the fridge. He didn't want someone spilling coffee on them.

After he had finished his coffee and breakfast he looked up the stairs expecting her to come down any moment. His hopes were dashed as the clock struck nine. He sighed and got up. He was a little concerned for her well being and not to mention his son did visit her often. He slipped his number in her coat pocket with a note that read, in case you need me, please call. He quietly stepped out hoping she would. Berwald realized he really did enjoy her company yesturday and hoped that she would call or text.

At his lunch his phone buzzed. He wondered who it could be. He had just got done speaking with Tino, Denmark was in a conference so it couldn't be him harassing him. He looked at his phone. A strange number popped up as a text had come through. He wondered who it could be but then he realized. His heart began to beat a little faster and a faint smile played on his lips.

Hi. Sorry if I'm texting you at a wrong time. You're not busy are you?

He replied: No. Just eating lunch. Did you need anything?

No. Sorry I wasn't there to fix you breakfast. Didn't get back until almost 11 and I was so tired this morning I couldn't move.

No worries. I heard you last night. It's alright.

Oh! I'm so sorry I woke you. I was trying to come in as quiet as I could.

Haha! I said no worries. You worry to much.

I do not! I'm just trying to make sure your stay here is as comfortable as possible, that's all.

See, you worry to much, and that's sweet of you.

No... I don't worry to much and I'm not sweet.

Could have fooled me and yes you are.

Am not!

Don't argue, you are.

Not! And I'll argue if I want to.

Feisty aren't we?

Yep and you know you like it.

*Berwald couldn't contain his laughter. Everyone in the dinning hall looked surprised and wondered who was going to die. His laugh even though it was heart felt did startle a few. It was as if Russia himself had laughed. It was sweet but everyone except Polland, knew to stay away. Berwald was used to the looks and stares, he paid no mind to it and continued with his texting conversation. Which he enjoyed. He knew it was hard to speak English or any other form of language save his own. People often misunderstood him. As a result he enjoyed other means of communication.*

I'm not arguing with you on the subject.

Ha! Score one for me!

Now, now, don't get a head of yourself. Besides I need to go. Text me later.

Ok! Have a good day! I'll text you around 5:30ish that way I know you're out of your meeting today.

Actually around 7ish. I have to meet with my boss about some issues on medical welfare.

Ok!

At that Sweden finished his lunch. He was so happy she had text. It acutally surprised him how easy it was for her to just talk to him. No one, not even his own wife was like that, save for his son but he was a child. Even though he was married, he didn't mind having a friend. His smile grew a little bigger. He didn't have many of those. "I can get used to this", he mumbled to himself.

After his meeting, Berwald had stepped out of the office. He had been fidgeting with his phone all day, in hopes that she would text or call. He was afraid to be the first one to text, he didn't want to seem to impatient. He felt anxiety build up in his chest as it was almost eight o'clock. Maybe she forgot he thought to himself. He was quick to shoot himself down, after all it was just a text and they really just started talking but he couldn't help feeling like a kid who had just made a new friend. As if on cue, his phone buzzed in his hand, it startled him. As he jumped, he dropped his phone. He was surprised at himself. Berwald picked up his phone and adjusted his glasses. He hoped it was her.

Sorry for the late text, I hope you're not mad at me.

*His heart skipped a beat when he saw the text. It was her. Joy filled his very being. He sat down on the couch in the lounge, just so he could carry on, despite the fact that he would be heading back to the house.*

Oh, I just got out of a meeting with the boss.

Phew! I was so scared that you wouldn't talk to me after I said I'd text and was late.

Nej... Why would you think that?

Just cause, you seem the type of guy who doesn't tolerate tardiness, or much... of anything for that fact.

Ouch.

Oh god! I'm sorry, that wasn't meant as an insult. Damn it... I'm sorry. I speak what's on my mind at times. It gets me into trouble more times than not.

Haha. I can see that. Nej, need to worry. You need to stop saying sorry so much but of course you worry to much anyways. I don't see that stoping anytime soon.

Hush! I do not!

Ja, do to.

Not!

Again.. with the arguing.

Hush...

Haha. Is that all you can say? I thought you were a girl that spoke her mind.

I am, I'm just...

Worried to say something that will offend me? What have I already told you?

I know.. I know.. stop worrying so much. I'm changing the subject. Are you coming back for dinner?

Depends. Have you eaten yet, or will you eat?

And now who's worried? No, would be the answer to the first part of your question and yes is the second part of the question.

Why haven't you eaten yet?

Well, I made dinner for everyone, but Spain insisted on me doing his laundry, and Russia laid his stuff on top of Spain's. I've been cooking and doing everyone's laundry.

*Berwald sqeezed his phone. He was irritated. She wasn't the house's maid, she was the host. She shouldn't be doing everyone's chores. His temper got the better of him. He didn't know if it upset him that a friend of his was being used as a personal maid, or something more. It bothered him to thinking about the latter part of it but the situation at hand did upset him quite a bit. He clenched his jaw as his eyes narrowed on the phone's screen.*

Aren't they grown men! They can do their own damn laundry!

It's ok Berwald, honest. Spain is always expecting me to do things for him. Even with my own independence.

Nej. I don't like it. I thought Spain knew how to cook anyways.

Haha! No! He goes to sleep while cooking what ever he's trying to make!

That was all you?

Yep!

Oh, I'm so... sorry... If I had known, I would have thanked you instead.

No worries. So I take it, that you'll be coming here for dinner?

Ja! What are we having?

Chicken pot pie! Honey biscuits for dessert and red wine.

I haven't had that in so long... I'm on my way. I'll be there in 5 mins.

Ok! Be safe!

It only took Sweden five minutes to arrive at the little white house. As he walked in, it was quiet. He could hear Bel in the kitchen. When he reached the kitchen, the smell of the food taunted his nose. She had everything laid out and ready to eat, even the wine was poured. His mouth watered with the smell of good food.

Bel walked up and extended her hand out. "I'll take that." He unbuttoned his military over coat and handed it to her. The house seemed really quiet as the sat down to eat. "Where 's every'ne?" She chuckled. "Lovi had some issues, Spain left and Belarus found Russia, needless to say he's not going to be back for a while." He didn't want to admit it but he enjoyed the fact it was just the two of them. "I hope you didn't mind, I moved all your things into to the room Russia was staying in. Now you can get some rest. The bed is much larger." He smiled even though he really didn't like a stranger going through his stuff but he was pleased with the kind gesture.

He sat down and began to eat. The food was delicious. To be honest it was better than Tino's cooking another fact, not to tell Tino about. They sat and ate, very little was said but at the end of the meal, Belgium started talking again. He couldn't get over how sweet her voice sounded. It was clear but it seemed to roll off the tongue. Sweden leaned back and sipped his wine while his greenish blue eyes followed her around as she did dishes and cleaned. He really wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying, he was distracted on how lovely she was.

His phone rang causing him to choke on his wine. It was a snap back to reality as his wife's ring tone was heard playing over the phone. Bel looked at him and smiled. Causing him to close his eyes and answer the phone. "Ja, Tino wh't 's it?" "Nej, th' met'n was l'ng. I j'st got b'ck and ate." Sweden felt like he had just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He ran his fingers through his hair. "S'rry I'll call you n'xt t'me. Ja... Nej..., nej. It's all r'ght. God Natt."

It took Sweden a moment to even look back up. He saw Belgium's face full of concern. "Wanna talk about it?" He shook his head and got up to the refridgerator. Berwald grabbed himself a beer and went into the common room. His quiet demeanor made Bel feel uncomfortable and worried. She popped some popcorn and came in after a short bit. She sat on the opposit side of the sofa as him. Berwald was staring off into space. She threw a piece of popcorn at him. His eyes shifted in her direction. His face was still hard as stone, she was bound not to give up. She wanted to know what was bothering him.

She threw another piece, this time landing it between his collared shirt and his neck. He plucked it and threw it back. She propped her back against the arm of the sofa, sprawling out her legs, facing him. Bel shoved a few pieces into her mouth and set down the bowl. She threw another piece at him. This one landed behind the lense of his glasses. She laughed. "I couldn't do that again in a million years!" He shook his head after taking off his glasses letting it fall to his lap.

"Why ar' you d'ng th's?" His voice sounded a little annoyed. "Because, I want to know what's bothering you." He looked away from her. "Nej." He felt another piece hit his ear. "St'p it." "No', she quickly rebuttled. He went to turn his head to look at her when a pillow hit him in the face. "Score!" He had mixed feelings of irritation and joy. He was thankful she was trying to make him smile but he wasn't in the mood to play. "Ready to tell me what's going on?" She asked with a gleam in her eye. His body reacted to the challenge. He wasn't even thinking.

His large hand snaked around and grabbed her outside knee while his other grabbed her opposit ankle. Berlwald yanked her under him. His heart raced as he realized that he was on top of her. Her legs on each side of him. Her face was red as a fire engine. She was holding her breath. Belgium could feel his hot dry hand on her hip while the other rested next to her head. Bel was taken off guard by how quickly the large man moved. Her heart was pounding so loudly in her ears. They both swallowed hard. He squeezed his hand on her hip causing her to squeal for mercy and squirm. She was grabbing for his wrist when he squeezed again. Causing her to arch her back back and squeal again. He had to chuckle. This was amusing to him.

"Not fair! Stop," she demanded. "Nej." His voice was calm. It had a sinister tone to it which Bel didn't know to chuckle or to be afraid. She did both. Sweden could feel her body tense as he raised himself. He looked down on her with an devilish grin. If he wasn't married he thought to himself, he would do more. He grabbed her hips and begun the tickling assault. Bel helplessly flailed as he put heavier pressure on her hips Pushing her further into the sofa. He paused to let her breath. "I think you're enjoying this." "Ja, I 'm. Yer c'te when yer ch'eks are l'ke th't." "I am not! Stop teasing me!" He started tickling her more. Her cries falling on a deaf house. She flailed and tried to squirm ouf of his grip. It was no use. He had a tight hold of her hips. His fingers pressing through her jeans.

Berwald eventually let her up. She was so flustered in the face he couldn't stop laughing. The clock chimed letting them know it was eleven o'clock. Both of them looked at each other in surprise. "Damn it! I have to get up early too." For once he didn't but he did want to get some sleep. She stood and turned on her heels. He stood up next to her. Belgium rose on her tip toes and gave him a peck on the cheek. This time he was prepaired and gave her one in return. He felt the heat rush to his cheeks again while she turned a new shade of color. She bolted up stairs saying good night. "God Natt!" He yelled up stairs. As soon as the door closed to her room. He turned to finish his beer. Some how she managed to make him feel better. He only knew Tino to do that. It puzzled him.

Belgium was in her room rolling from side to side in her bed. She was flustered. Bel prided herself on being around everyone and not expect anything from anyone. Why did he have to start tugging at her emotions. He's married. God why did this trip have to be like this. She liked him and it bothered her. Belgium realized why she liked him. He was the first person to give her any sort of attention aside from laundry, cooking, or work. Bel burried her face in her pillow and softly yelled in it. She did like the fact that he was a friend after all though and Bel didn't want to stop hanging out with him. She would just have to keep her emotions in check. Belgium closed her eyes and drifted to sleep thinking about what had happened.