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I DON'T OWN HETALIA.

Chapter 3

~Falling~

The cafeteria was busy as usual. Even though it was only about fifty students attending Lumikukka, and not even everyone was in the cafeteria at the same time, it was always busy. You could always hear the sound of people talking echoing between the stone-cold walls, sounding over the wooden tables and disappearing out into the stonewalled corridors.

I sat at a table in the middle along with my steaming cup of coffee. It had been the best day ever, the day I realized I could survive on a single cup of coffee until lunch. I had never been a breakfast person, I always felt sick in the morning, like if I eat even the tiniest bowl of cereal I would throw up. The only thing I could take was a cup black coffee, but when I still lived with my parents and my overprotective mother almost force-fed me because "Breakfast is the most important meal in the day". So I had to look happy and eat the huge breakfasts my mother cooked me. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, porridge… Whatever you can imagine. Just because her little baby boy wasn't going to starve. And that's the main reason I almost always stopped somewhere to throw up on the way to school.

So sitting at the middle table, the plain wooden table in the light, open cafeteria with the light gray stone walls, filled with students, with my coffee cup secure in my hands, I was kind of relieved to not have the hawk eyes of my mother on me anymore.

I looked up when I noticed someone sitting down opposite of me, with a plate of yogurt, three open sandwiches with all kinds of toppings and a cup of coffee. The owner of the tray was Berwald, glancing at me when sitting down, and then concentrating on his food.

I could feel nausea push up my throat at the simple sight of the food, and I swallowed hard to keep it away.

"E-eating all that?" I asked, doing my best to smile at him.

"Ya" he simply answered, not even looking up. "Jus' sumthin' ligh'."

"Just something light?" I whimper, fearing what other breakfasts he eats willingly that could possibly be bigger than this. "You call that light?"

He stared at me, probably deciding if I was stupid or just stupid. Bet he thought I was stupid. "Ya." He said finally, nodding at my cup. "Is tha' all ya're gonna drin'?"

I frowned and brought the cup to my mouth, taking a big gulp. I hadn't noticed his thick accent before… maybe because that was the most words he had ever said to me in one day. He liked to keep it simple, I noticed. Probably a man of action, not talking. I was definitely a man of talking. Always talking too much if not anything else. I probably talked for him too, so he felt he didn't have to talk, because I did it enough for both of us. And I wasn't sure if I liked it yet.

"Yes. Have you decided what you wanna see first? I figured a tour around the school would fit?" I asked, leaning over the table. It was too broad for me to actually reach over the Berwald's side, but I got a bit closer at least. "It's a pretty big school, so if we start around here, the dorms and the cafeteria, and work our way around, we could probably be done to lunch if we go fast. It's a lot of ground, but nothing you can't see from the observatory."

Berwald nods as he takes the first spoonfuls of yogurt, and I shudder at the sight of it. Half disgusted I look away from him, waiting for him to finish. We eat in silence, Berwald eating his breakfast and me sipping the coffee. I guess I didn't mind eating in silence. I felt a little comfortable, but couldn't tell if it were from the amount of food around me again or that it was from the silence. I downed the last content in the cup as Berwald finished his, no matter how much I hated big amounts of food in the morning; I had to admit I was amazed by how fast the Swede ate.

"Ready to go?" I smiled, relieved that the food was finally gone, and stood up to take my cup to the dishes. "As I said, we have really much to see if we want to cover the whole school today! You already know the dorms, right? The only thing you have to know there is our room, the bathrooms and the common room. I hope the Head Master showed you yesterday, but if not, I'll take that last! So, classrooms and the grounds then! Come on!"

I could hardly believe how happy and cheerful I sounded when I said that… For some reason it actually made me happy just to think about leading Berwald around the grounds. I don't know how or why, it just was. It made me happy just to think about all the time I would get to spend with Berwald. We had only spent three years as classmates/some-kind-of-friends when we were in kindergarten, and I had spent three of those three years scared the wits by him. And then spending the following eleven years after that constantly thinking of him. Now, I had him here, right in front of me, sharing a room with me, and I could spend how much time I wanted to get to know him better. To see what was under that scary face. Okay, first I had to get over that scary face.

I looked up at him, admiring his stone face, noticing it wasn't that bad. He was actually really handsome… I wouldn't mind spending a few years in the same room as that, though maybe I would face some… difficulties… along the way. But that's a problem for tonight. Right now I just wanted to focus on the new-found hunk my eyes spotted. He noticed me staring, looking down at me with confusing showing in his eyes. I smiled up at him, suppressing a giggle. He moved around a bit to look straight at me, silently asking what the hell was wrong with me. I grasped my hands behind my back, trying to look as innocent as possible with the smug grin playing over my lips.

"Oh, nothing." I said, and started walking through the corridors.

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One hour after lunch I had to admit though, I was lost. We were in a part of the school I had never seen before, and it was identical in all directions, so I had no clue were the fuck we came from.

That's one of the biggest reasons I never even thought of showing people around the school; my sense of direction. It didn't exist. I always stuck to my class when going from class to class, and never even thought of thinking about going alone in this huge building. It had too many corridors, and I had actually never seen the whole school, because even when we had the tour on our first day, it was too many rooms for us to see, so they just showed us the most important. Typical me to get carried away and get lost. And now I was starting to get hungry too… My pride couldn't take to tell Berwald we were lost, so I frenetically looked for something that showed where we were.

"… 'Re we l'st?" Berwald asked, looking at me with hidden amuse. I jolted at the question, looking at him and laughing nervously.

"N-No! Not at all, no! Ah ha ha… I think it's this way..!" I tried one direction, but got pulled back by a hand on my shoulder.

"We c'me fro' this way," He said, no longer able to hide the amusement in his voice anymore. "His face was still stone, but you could hear that he was amused by me. I guess that was some improvement from my side. I made him happy. I pouted and tried to man up by straightening my back and walking proudly in the right direction.

"O-Of course I knew that! I was just testing you! To see if you could find here now!"

"S're…" I could hear the closest thing he could come to laughing slip over his lips, making me blush out of embarrassment. I also felt happy… When he was, I was apparently.

Sometimes it was kind of annoying that the whole school looked the same. I didn't mind the soft yellow walls and the white columns, the corridors were spacey, and with the huge windows lining one side, they also got light. I actually loved the inside of the school, I sometimes thought of it as taken from a castle in a fairy tale, with all the light spaces, light colors and stone built. I was really happy to realize that it looked like this, like a castle bathing in light and glamour, instead what I thought it looked like – everything in metal, with a really dark atmosphere and everything built in hard wood and metal. But it was nothing like that. As I said before, it's really big and spacious, light colors, high to the roof, huge windows and huge grounds. I loved it. All of the furniture was a soft light brow wood, almost golden, surprisingly soft to sit on and really pleasing to look at, beautifully carved and they caught Berwald's interest.

"You like it?" I asked amused when he stopped for the third time at a bench randomly standing in one of the corridors on our way back, right underneath a window.

He straightened his back, looking at me as if asking himself whether he should tell me or not. Finally he gave me a small nod, looking back at the bench with admiration in his eyes.

"Ja."

"We could stay you know? We've already missed lunch, and there's nothing more of importance happening before dinner today" I smiled at him, taking a step forward. I saw how he hesitantly reached out a hand for the wooden armrest, softly caress with his fingertips over the smooth surface.

I simply walked around him and sat down in the other end of the bench, falling down on the seat and watching him flinch as if it would fall apart. I didn't look that fat, did I? I could admit I wasn't the slimmest of persons and I carried a few extra pounds, but I wasn't fat. Slowly, Berwald came to sit next to me, softly placing his bum on the seat all while caressing the carved patterns on the back of it. When the tip of his forefinger had found the middle of a spiral, he placed his palm to the wood and added some weight, feeling his good it held for his weight.

"Str'ng…" he muttered almost inaudible, his eyes looking for a new spot to press upon.

I looked at the strange scene playing out in front of me with slight amuse, he looked even more serious than usual, not the scary serious, but the serious-serious. I could also see that little spark of admiration in his eyes, that he really was impressed with the handiwork.

"Are you interested in furniture?" I asked after a good few minutes of only his silent muttering sounding around us. He glanced up at me, once again considering if he should talk to me or not, before answering anyway.

"Ya. I us'd ta help mah pa buildin' sum stuff" he shrugged simply and stopped caressing the wood, turning around so he sat normally, turning a little to me. "He own'd a sh'p tha' sold wood'n 'andiw'rk."

I looked up and met his glance, getting surprised by how kind his eyes were. They had softened considerably, showing how much he cared about what he talked about (or who – oh God, no brain, stop). I felt my cheeks heat up a bit, laughing nervously and pulling a lock of my hair behind my ear, I did it too messily for it to stay, but for the sake of doing something. "Y-You like to do it?"

"Ya." Berwald's lip twitched, probably in the beginning for a smile. I bet he had a beautiful smile when his muscles relaxed enough to let it through. I would like to get it out somehow, making his lips move into a true smile, making them work for something other than a scowl (And to kiss those same lips… – God dammit brain!). "I l've craftin'."

"Really?" I felt myself light up at the mentioning of crafting. He raised a surprised eyebrow at me, silently asking what I had to do with it. I blushed in embarrassment, rubbing my neck. "I-I actually design stuff… I haven't told anyone, so would you mind keeping it a secret? I don't want people to know that I draw things, people would probably call me stupid…"

"'S no' st'pid" Berwald said, face getting closer to me, the usual, scary, serious glare back. I didn't know what to answer, so I simply stared at him, feeling my cheeks grow hotter for every second.

Oh God, he was so close. So utterly close. I could feel his heat come against me, almost feeling his breath tickling my face. It would be so easy to just reach out and feel his face, bring his face even closer, closing the space between our lips and just kiss him. God dammit, what was I thinking? I had had knew him for real in one day. One day! It wasn't enough time to fall in love! It was probably just the hormones playing around, or sexual tension… I have to admit he is hot. I wouldn't mind at all to have him pressed flush against me, feeling his bare skin against mine, and feel his hands, his body, his skin, and his heartbeat, all against me. I wouldn't mind anything that involved him. I just wanted him… his lips and his body. I wanted him – GOD. DAMMIT. BRAIN. SHUT. UP!

I was too occupied fighting my own dirty mind the few seconds it took for Berwald to reach out and stroke back the stubborn lock of my hair, successfully placing it behind my ear. His hand lingered though, his palm resting softly against my cheek, his fingertips brushing the shell of my ear, his eyes, staring into mine.

"'S cute."

And just like that my case was lost. I was falling head over heels for this man.