Mathias and Tino rode the elevator up to the 16th floor. Tino groaned when they came to a nauseating stop, his stomach threatening to make him sick again.

"It's better to throw up now than hold it in," Mathias said, easing Tino out of the elevator. "Trust me, I know."

"I'm never visiting Denmark ever again," Tino moaned as Mathias opened his apartment door.

"Alright," Mathias whispered, ignoring the last comment. "Everyone's asleep, you gotta be quiet. Do you need to puke?"

"No."

"Do you need to use the bathroom?"

"Yes."

"Alright, come with me." Mathias opened the door to the bathroom, but left the light off. He leaned against the door, waiting for Tino to move.

"Well?" Mathias said. "You can go now."

"But I can't see," Tino said, and the hilarity of the situation made him giggle.

"The light will make you sick. You need to go in the dark."

"But Mathias, I can't see."

"For poker*. Fine, I'll help you. But I'm won't touch your bits, so you're gonna have to sit down."

Tino agreed, and began to unbutton his pants. A few moments passed. Tino fidgeted with the button to no avail. Mathias groaned and reached over to take off his pants. This is so wrong, this is so wrong. Now Berwald's really gonna kill me.

After a few minutes of painfully awkward bathroom business later, Tino was drying his hands on the towel by the sink.

"One last time, Tino. Do you need to puke?"

"No."

"Okay. You can go to sleep then." The Dane took the Finn's hand and brought him to the guest bedroom. The door creaked open, revealing Berwald's sleeping figure in the large bed. A light snore came from under the covers.

"Sweet dreams," Mathias blew a kiss to Tino and left, shutting the door gently behind him. Tino blinked, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. A small light in the corner of the room gave him enough visibility to kick off his shoes and stumble to the bed. He collapsed beside Berwald, fully clothed, his head spinning violently. Berwald jumped, sitting up to look at who woke him. He reached for his glasses on the bedside table. He put them on and peered at the drunken Finn.

"T'no?" he whispered, reaching a hand to touch his wife's pale skin. He groaned and turned away, sliding off the bed and crawling towards the door.

"Hey!" Berwald said, beginning to scramble out of bed. "Wh't's wr'ng? T'no?"

"I need to puke," Tino moaned, feeling across the floor, his eyes screwed shut.

Berwald hurried over and picked him up as gently as he could, rushing him to the bathroom. He flicked on the light, and the sudden brightness made Tino's stomach lurch. He scrambled out of Berwald's arms and clutched the porcelain eagerly, dipping his head into the bowl. Berwald sat beside him patiently, rubbing his back and flushing the toilet every few minutes. Tino stopped retching, and was silent for a few moments. He then began to snore.

Berwald stood quietly; making sure Tino was sound enough to leave for a few minutes. He then strode out of the bathroom, straight to Mathias' bedroom.

He burst through the door, unconcerned of what he saw when his eyes adjusted to the scene. Mathias let out a yelp and quickly grabbed his blankets to cover himself and Lukas, who was seething.

"You know, there's this thing people do in the 21st century," Lukas flared. "It's called knocking!"

"Holy shit, Berwald," Mathias breathed, rubbing his eyes. "What's got you so worked up?"

"T'no," the Swede growled. "My T'no is dr'nk."

"So were you," Mathias retorted, a faint smile on his lips. "You can't be hypocritical like that, Berwald. So Tino drank a little too much, so what! He's on vacation. It's not like he does this on a regular basis."

Berwald held his angered gaze on Mathias.

"Or… Does he?" the Dane suggested gently, his eyebrows rising.

"D'n't… P'sh… Me."

"As arrogant and immature as he is," Lukas began. "You should be glad Mathias was there with him."

"Hey!"

"Well, it's true," the Norwegian shrugged. "He knows his way around, and he kept Tino save. He's home alive, isn't he?"

Berwald took a deep breath, and unclenched his fists. "S'rry," he mumbled. "N't used t' seein' T'no l'ke th't."

"Good, problem solved!" smiled Mathias. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have some unfinished business to attend to."

Lukas snorted. "Not happening. This is your mess. Go help Berwald."

"What! Seriously?"

"Mhmm."

Mathias groaned, letting his head fall. He sighed and looked up at Berwald, who was waiting in the doorway. "Could you at least let me put some pants on?"

The next morning, Lukas sat quietly at the kitchen table, flipping through a Danish newspaper with a cup of black coffee in his hand. The golden silence was broken by the sound of two pairs of tired feet shuffling into the kitchen.

"Well, well," Lukas teased, watching Mathias and Berwald take their seats at the table. "Little hung-over, boys?"

"Not as much as Tino," Mathias chortled. "He's still sleeping."

Berwald glared at him. "We h've you t' th'nk f'r th't."

Mathias yawned, looking around the kitchen. "Luke, did you make breakfast?"

"Mhmm."

"…Where is it?"

Lukas smirked, and pointed a slender finger to his abdomen. "I'm not making your breakfast. You're a grown man."

"Luuuuukas…"

Just then, Tino sauntered in, still wearing his clothes from the night before. The hair on one side of his head was sticking straight up, and there were red lines across his face from sleeping on the bathroom floor.

"Ah, god morgen*," Lukas said. "I set out a plate for you. There are two aspirin and some fruit beside it."

"Wow, thanks!" Despite his monstrous hangover, Tino was still as chipper as ever.

"Hey, I'm hungover too!" Mathias protested. "How come I didn't get a plate with aspirin?"

Lukas raised an eyebrow and laid down the newspaper. "You didn't spend half the night puking."

"But I spent half the night cleaning it—"

"That wasn't my fault."

"Wait," Tino interrupted, setting his plate of breakfast on the table. "Did I throw up?"

"Yep," Mathias snorted. "A lot."

Tino burst out laughing. "Hahahaha! And you cleaned it up?"

"Yep."

"Hahahaha! That's hilarious!"

"For pokker": Another Danish swear.

"God morgen": It means "goodmorning" in Norwegian.

And now my story is over! I spent my afternoon writing it, just to get back into the habit of writing. I stopped for about a year, and I just needed a creative outlet. Thank you for reading