I do not own Hetalia, if did, Sweden would be shirtless all the time! I hope you enjoy this next chapter guys! Things get a little...Frisky! REVIEW OR I WILL BE EATEN BY HANA-TAMAGOOOOOOO AHHHH!

(This chapter is dedicated to minn', whose reviews and awesome stories helped me to keep my motivation for this fic.")

Also, I am looking for a Swedish speaker who can help me translate my text from English to Swedish for this story and my other ones for accurate Swedish dialogue for Berwald. Thank you!

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Berwald let his eyes wander again over the lithe and yet supple body of the petite Finn. He swallowed deep in his throat and didn't even bother to close his drooling mouth nor cover up his fire red cheeks with his bearish hands. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think this moment would ever happen. Tino was naked before his glaring eyes. Naked...Naked...NakedNakedNaked. Berwald's stern stare softened to a smirk.

Tino's eyes widened when he saw the inklings of a smirk on the crouched mans lips. He blinked a few times before finally smirking himself. It looked like Tino could have some fun with this situation.

Tino fluttered his eyelashes and, slinking like an animal of prey, slowly crawled over to Berwald on all fours. Berwald, eyes widening and smirk snapping away within a second, blinked a few times before sliding backwards, back pressed into the emerald green hedge behind him.

Tino pouted playfully. "Berwald... What's wrong? It's just little ol' me..." Tino purred, his palms flat to the earth, ass exceptionally high in the air, till the streaming sunlight glided along his now warm and dry skin. Tino licked his pink tongue over his now chapped lips, earning a hushed grunt from the Swede.

"Hnnn..." Berwald pressed further into the bush, earning a dull thwap to his back by a low cut bough. Berwald winced and shut his eyes tight. The bush limb had barely missed his bruised shoulder. Tino, forgetting his sexual advances, quickly went into worried mode.

"Oh! Are you okay?" Tino squeaked, hurrying over to Berwald who was rubbing his back feverishly. He scooted over to the tree Tino had been leaning against not but a few minutes ago. When the little Finn was... doing a certain activity.

"Mhhh... I'm 'k..." He muttered, blushing when he realized that Tino was still naked and hovering over him-hovering over him in a very provocative position. The Finn's legs had been saddled on either side of Berwald's hips, the Finn's hands resting on the Swede's muscular shoulders, face still posed in a worried pout. The Finn's lithe fingers gently grazed the bruised shoulder, his eyes downcast.

"Ah...Ber...Berwald...?" Tino stuttered, his eyes becoming a glazed violet, like a flower petal that had been left in the summer sun for too long. Tino did his best to avoid the Swedes now heated gaze. How was it that just a few seconds ago, this hadn't been awkward? Tino sighed in frustration. Feeling like the mood had suddenly been sucked out of his groin, he blushed.

"I'd...I'd better get some clothes on... I'm sorry you had to see me like this." Tino muttered before he gingerly dismounted the Swede's midsection and stumbled around the small clearing to retrieve the littered clothing that was amassed everywhere in the dry grass.

Berwald sat there in silent shock. What? Now Tino was about to put his clothes back on? Simply because Berwald got injured...? Berwald furrowed his brow. Well, if that was the way things were going to be...

Tino had just picked up the fluttering skirt and was packing it up with his other change of clothing when he saw a shadow loom over him. Tino quickly turned his head behind him and squeaked with fright. Berwald's sea green eyes bore into him, like a lion trying to scare its prey shitless before it devoured it. Tino swallowed hard.

Without a moments hesitation, strong and warm arms buried themselves around the Finn's bare stomach, heaving Tino up and over onto Berwalds lap. Tino squealed like a little girl before regaining some of his composure back, his face as heated and plump as a bright spring strawberry.

"Berwald...What?" Tino began but was stopped. The Swedes eyes glided over Tino's small and girlish frame. Whatever fat the little Finn had stored up over the winter had melted away along with the snow on the valley's mountain tops, leaving Tino smooth, pale, and with velvety sinew muscles that helped him to at least appear male. He still had a bit of a belly, but it was cute and made Berwald wanted to pinch it and glide his hands across the smooth skin. Berwald smiled down at the little Finn that was wriggling in his arms.

"No cl'thes..."Berwald mumbled simply against the skin of Tino's collar bone. Tino jolted his hips downward, a small gasp slipping out of his lips like water down a stream. Berwald felt that jolt, felt Tino's hip bone grind into side very sharply. But... It didn't hurt. Dare he say, it felt wonderful. Berwald looked back to the Finn who had his eyes shut, his mouth opened into a silent 'o'. Berwald smirked.

Tino shut his eyes tight, feeling two calloused and wide palms wrapped lightly over his hip bones. Tino blushed as he felt Berwald's fingers expand and devour every nook and cranny of the Finn's smooth skin. It felt so good, and Tino wanted nothing more than to keep the feel of the Swede's roaming hands on his body.

"Berwald... Did you want to help me with something?" Tino breathed out, his breath escaping his lungs with the intensity of a newly lit flame, consuming and withering.

Berwald paused in nipping Tino's shoulder blade, his hands gently, cautiously kneading Tino's bare hip bones. He didn't know what he was doing, let alone if what he was doing felt good for the Finn. Berwald was moving his hands and lips completely on instinct. But if Tino wanted his help to fix a certain something, Berwald was more than happy to help. His tightening pants be damned.

"Wh't ya' need?" Berwald asked, his voice more huskier than he'd like it to be. He nuzzled his nose into Tino's bare shoulder, simply inhaling the sweet scent of the Finn. Tino smelled like heat, summer heat. The drying of flowers against an open window sill, the slowly baked honey bread eaten after meals for a solstice treat, or the ripest of blackberries, the ones that the birds hadn't yet gotten to. Thats what Tino smelled like. But it was what he tasted like, that Berwald was most interested in.

Tino struggled for words, his mouth already becoming as dry as a mouthful of sand. He shifted slightly, feeling the coarse wool of Berwald's tunic rub uncomfortably against his naked legs. Tino bit his lip. He should feel bashful, should feel a lack on confidence, because he was the one naked, raw, and who had not but a few minutes ago been wanking his little head off like no tomorrow.

But... Tino didn't have to be the only one naked...right? Tino grinned devilishly. Right.

"Berwald... I need you to take your tunic off..." Tino breathed into the scalding summer air. They only had a little bit of time left before Elizabeta and the rest of the boys would be looking for them. Tino had to get his 'problem' under control, and fast.

Berwald looked at the Finn seated on his lap quizically. Why would Tino need Berwald to be shirtless? Maybe the Finn wanted to see Berwald's wounds and how they were healing? Berwald nodded. That must be it.

So, shuffling his weight up, Berwald hooked his thumbs into each side of the wool tunic and heaved it up and over his head, throwing it near Tino's own pile of clothing. So now he was shirtless. What next?

Tino stared in shock at the manly sight displayed before him. Tino had seen Berwald's naked chest, had seen it many times before since they first had their little chat in the meadow, but had never had the time, never had the nerve, to run his hands up and down it. Berwald was like a God among men, a Stallion among colts, a lion among house cats. He was everything Tino could have ever wanted in a man, and right then and there he wanted to prove it to the Swede.

Berwald didn't know how, but in a matter of seconds he was laying flat on the dirt floor and Tino's tiny little hands were roaming non-stop along his chest. Berwald blinked a few times before settling a confused gaze on the little Finn who was looking as his chest like Berwald was some kind of feast all sprawled out. Berwald blushed.

"T'no..." Berwald spoke softly.

Tino, blinking his eyes a few times at the mention of his name, looked to Berwald. He cleared his throat before blushing. His hands had stopped their mad dash and were now poised on Berwalds stomach. Tino's fingers flexed, begging to explore, to conquer...To be conquered.

"Wh't n'xt..." Berwald asked the little Fin. Tino softly blushed, remembering that he had wanted something from Berwald...Something...Very special.

"I need you naked." Tino muttered quietly. Berwald blinked a few times. Naked? Why him?

Tino felt his cheeks flare at Berwald's confused and slightly aroused face. Tino shut his eyes tight before he clutched the small leather cord that held the Swede's pants up.

"Pl...please Berwald. Just... Please, for me...?" Tino whimpered. He didn't know how much time they had. Elizabeta and the rest of the boys could walk in on them at any moment, granted that made the Finn even more excited, the thrill of being caught too great! But still... Feliks would never let him live it down, oh no, that damned Polish man would scream it to the heavens.

Berwald starred at Tino. Really stared. His wife's cheeks already had a healthy reddish glow about them, his lips pouting, eyes quivering, begging almost. Berwald blinked. If Tino wanted him naked, by the Gods he was going to fulfill the Finn's wish.

"Hnnnnn..." Berwlad muttered slightly before nudging his hands to rest on the lose knot on his breeches. Tino, his face lighting up and his breath quickening, quickly scooted from Berwald's legs to crouch down, trying his best to cover his own erection. Just because he was naked and about to see a pant less Swede, did not mean he wasn't bashful.

Clumsily, awkwardly, Berwald's pawish hands un-knotted the small woolen cord that held his trousers up. Along with un-looping the leather cow hide belt and throwing it to the side, Berwald began to slowly shimmy his way out of his trousers, blushing violently as he did so. He thrust his hips upward and was about to pull them down all the way.* His bashfulness be damned, this was for his wife!

Tino sat on the heel of his feet, his ankles twitching back and forth. Oh he was excited, to say otherwise would be the biggest lie in history! He wanted this, could taste this, could feel this... He was about to see Berwald completely naked. Tino grinned devilishly. Nothing could be better!

Except that. Nothing could be better than that.

That.

That thing.

What was that? It was huge! It looked like it should have been grown on a bull or a stallion for Gods sake! Not on a man! What did Swedish men eat anyway? Tino's eyes widened with realization, his face heating up like a monstrous flame.

Oh my Odin that's his dic-!

Berwald coughed into the thick and solid air.

After taking off his trousers he had peeked up to look at Tino's face. The look of astonishment and bewilderment on the little Finn's face was something the Swede did not expect. Was Tino terrified? Angry? Or even worse... disgusted with him? Berwald hung his head low in shame. He quickly shuffled around with his hands till he collected back his trousers. Holding them in place over his manhood he made a move to stand up.

But someone held him back.

Tiny, quivering hands glided over the Swede's chest in a sneak attack. Berwald was gently pushed down as Tino's soft and delicate weight relaxed itself on Berwald's legs. Berwalds eyes widened as he spied Tino's face behind his frighteningly crystalline stare. Berwald let out a small grunt.

"Where do you think you're going?" Tino asked softly. The small Finn's hands lightly padded across Berwald's stomach, over his chest, collar bone and back again in small spiraling patters. Berwald ground his teeth together to keep from grunting in pleasure.

"Th'ught ya' were d'sg'sted..." Berwald muttered, trying to keep his stern eyes on Tino's face and not on the Finns supple body. It was a challenge in itself.

"I'm not disgusted! If anything...I'm excited..." Tino purred low into Berwald's ear. The Swede stiffened, his ears turning a rusty red that Tino found absolutely adorable.

"B't...It's too... too..." Berwald murmured breathlessly. Tino had begun to inch him self further on Berwald, now sitting flush on his hips.

"Big?" Tino supplied helpfully. He rocked his hips further against Berwald's strong and solid body. Tino growled happily, like a little fox that had found something that delighted it greatly. Tino smiled to himself. Oh yes, this delighted him greatly.

Berwald nodded softly, shame filling his eyes once more, but Tino softly kissed his lips with a purpose, with a want. Tino did not want Berwald to feel self conscious, to feel saddened or guilty. Berwald was Perfect and handsome and sexy, and it was time the Swede recognized it.

"You are my Summer Husband Berwald... I couldn't ask for anything better." Tino looked into those stern and stormy eyes and watched with a smile as the Swede's eyes grew soft, like when the sun embraces the lush greens of the forests. It made Tino's heart melt and pulse. Berwald was his summer husband, no one could take that away from him, not even the Gods themselves.

Berwald felt his heart near to burst. He had never once felt so happy in his entire life. Everything that happened in his life, everything that was surgery sweet, and warm and happy-it was all because of Tino. He smiled, a true genuine smile that made his eyes gleam and gave him courage in his heart. He would take Tino tonight, he would make love to the Finn like no tomorrow, and Damned be to Hel* anyone that tried to stop him.

After a few seconds Tino could feel something hard and velvety smooth dig dully into his hips. He swallowed thickly and, in order to distract himself, began to give feather like kisses up and down Berwald's face. One, two, three, four kisses and still his heart could not be calmed. He sighed blissfully and decided to heat things up a bit.

Berwald felt his lungs burn with a suspicious delight. Somewhere between the wonderful words that Tino had just spoken and the loving little kisses that the Finn had swept on his cheeks, Bewald had felt his body lose control.

First his face heated with a healthy blush that made his whole body hum with warmth. Then, it was his arms that slowly bucked against Tino's smooth flesh, he began to pinch and squeeze, romp and twist his fingers gently against that plump flesh that he craved so badly. Fueled by the even friskier movements of the Finn, Berwald spurred on, eager to give Tino a romp in the hay that he'd never forget. Berwald might be naive, but he knew a few things about physical love that he was more than eager to display for Tino.

Tino sighed in the heated air as he felt curious and bearish hands roam lower and lower, till, with hesitation, they lightly cupped his ass. Tino smirked and pushed up against Berwald's chest, his hands lazily sprawled out on Berwald's heated and crisp flesh. Tino gave a noise of approval when Berwald's fingers lightly nudged against the skin, pinching it and folding it against his palms, as it he was flexing his own fingers against something fragile. Tino smirked. He was in no way fragile, and he wanted to make that completely known.

With a withdraw of breath Tino bucked his hips against Berwald's, grinding and rutting his flesh against the giants. Berwald grunted harshly. Somewhere behind them a bird called and a fish jumped in the cool river near by. But other than that it was complete silence. Tino was about to change all that.

"Berwald... Can...Can you..." Tino tried to voice his want, but his throat was burning, his lungs trying desperately to gulp down enough air. It was useless, his voice was dead to him, allowing only mewls and moans to surface from his vocal chords.

Berwald gave Tino a questioning look, his hands still pressed firmly against Tino's ass. So far he was having the time of his life. But Tino looked like he wanted something or needed something. Berwald was more than happy to help.

"Wh't ya' want?" Berwald hummed, his hands lightly trailing over Tino's ass, dancing against his jutting hip bones and massaging the smooth skin that felt like the softest of flower petals.

Tino bit his lip, not trusting his voice. He struggled to sit down again further on Berwald's lap until he was directly against Berwald's growing erection. Tino admitted the sheer size of the Swede was nerve wracking. He felt like if Berwald even tried to make love to him he'd break him in half... Perhaps he was being silly, or just a bit jealous, but Berwald truly was the best specimen among men.

Tino stealthily ground his hips against Berwalds, feeling the Swedes manhood graze against his own in a shock of sparks. Tino shut his eyes tight and groaned softly. Berwald froze, his brain short-cirque-ting.

Ah...Thats what Tino wanted.

Berwald cleared his throat huskily wrapping one of his arms against the small of Tino's back. Tino yipped like a startled animal before having his body rake over the Swede's. Tino shivered as he felt something hard, hot, and wet dig against his hip, leaving his breathless and tingly.

Berwald, finally getting enough courage in his heart, carefully brushed his long fingers against the smooth skin of Tino's weeping member. Tino cried out softly, his eyes shut, leaving him blind and aroused. Very aroused.

Berwald licked his chapped lips and starred back at the little Finn's problems. Tino's cock had a bead of white liquid dribbling down from the tip, the head flushed a painful red. Berwald grunted before wrapping his right hand securely around the shaft, feeling Tino buck and strain against the Swede. Tino's face blushed fiercely as the Swede swiftly moved his wide palm and lithe fingers against the smooth and hard flesh.

Tino felt the ever present coil in his stomach bite into him with as much force as to make the Finn growl with want. Berwald was teasing him, lightly dancing his fingers against the shaft, or subtly grazing his callous thumb over the head, lightly circling the small slit with his middle finger. It left Tino gasping.

But...Tino shouldn't be the only one that was getting all the attention. Oh no. Tino could feel the Swede's thick appendage pressing against his stomach, leaking slightly, flushed and rigid. Tino, even though he was a bit annoyed of the title of 'bride' decided to cater to his husbands needs.

Berwald groaned.

Apparently Tino was not as innocent as Berwald had once thought.

As soon as Berwald had swiped his thumb against the Finn's erection, it seemed like Tino had finally snapped and was left reeling and rocking in pleasure. Apparently Berwald was not the only one craving to be touched and fondled.

Berwald blushed and bit back a moan as he felt sneaky and tiny hands clutch his manhood and tug relentlessly on it. Berwald dug his blunt nails into Tino's hips, his other hand squeezing for dear life against the Finn's arousal. Berwald had no idea how this mad dash of pleasure had started, but all he could say was that he was enjoying it. A lot.

Tino knew how to arouse the Swede to no end, whether it was moaning wantonly, or bucking his hips in time with Berwalds thrust of his hands. Tino was amazing, Tino was beautiful, Tino was sexy, Tino was...Sucking on Berwalds cock.

"T'no!" Berwald stuttered, his voice feeling raw and overused. Berwald downcast his eyes to see that Tino was no longer perched on Berwald's legs, but was instead kneeling between Berwald's strong legs, his fingers still clutched desperately around Berwald's manhood, but his mouth was hovering against the tip of the Swede's cock, a light pinkish blush dusted against his cheeks. Tino smirked before lightly licking his lips seductively against the tip, a bit of the pearly liquid being lapped up by that pink and devilish tongue. Berwald growled.

"T'no...what're ya doin'?" Berwald mumbled in his usually guttered speech. He rested his head against the tree trunk behind him and grabbed for the roots of the three branch till his knuckles turned white.

Tino smirked once again before dancing his tongue deeper along the healthy and supple shaft.

"I'm making my husband feel good, hei?"* Tino smirked, his hands giving a sharp squeeze to Berwald's member. Berwald bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Skit..." Berwald cursed under his breath.*

Tino gave a healthy lick, almost caressing the tip of the cock before gliding his lips against it, playfully kissing it, giggles escaping his lips.

Berwald gnashed his teeth together. This was too cruel, too dirty, too...arousing. Berwald almost smacked himself.

He had no idea Tino was this...experienced, with forms of sexual play. In a way it made Berwald feel a little awkward and a little bit slow. But... Maybe if he turned things up a notch, he wouldn't be left behind in the dust. Berwald flashed a rare smile, a smile that showed the sharp glint of teeth.

Tino was happily sucking and bobbing his head back and forth, taking as much of the Swede as he could in his mouth without choking. He was impressed with himself. This was the first time he'd ever pleased a man, and well, from the look of the red faced groaning Swede, Tino was sure he was doing a more than dandy job.

It was until he felt something or someone glide their fingers against their hips and jut Tino upwards that he blinked rapidly. Berwalds' cock slid out from were it was nestled against Tino's throat with a fast plop!

Tino was even more confused when strong arms sat Tino against something warm and heated that he realized what had happened. Berwald had lifted Tino up and over him so that Tino was comfortably seated on the Swede's lap, fairly close to a certain part of the Swede.

A certain part that was still glistening wet from being in Tino's mouth. Tino smirked with satisfaction.

That was, until he saw the intent gaze in the Swede's eyes. Berwald's eyes were hungry and fierce, like a lion that had its tale pulled one too many times and was now intent on returning the favor. Tino made a small yelp as he did his best to avoid the lusty and heated gaze that was perched across Berwalds face. It wasn't just a hunger for physical contact that stabbed into the Swede's gaze. But a fierce and primal hunger for Tino. Tino swallowed harshly.

In one swift movement Berwald clutched Tino's hips and slammed them against his own none too gently. Tino winced with pleasure as he felt the strong arms clutch his waist, his erection rubbing fiercely against the Swedes own. The feel of Berwalds hot cock squeezed against his own was enough right then and there to make the Finn spiral into an orgasm.

"Oh...Berwald..." Tino sighed with a heated breath.

"Hnnnngg..." Berwald muttered through strained teeth as he scooted his hands in between his body and the Finn's. Tino's body jolted as he felt the Swede's strong and long fingers grip both their erection before thrusting his palms upward, hands clasped tightly onto both of their manhood's.

"Ah...Ahhh! Voi jumalat!" Tino cried out.* This felt good, no not good, amazing! Yes amazing!

Tino gave a violent buck, his hips rocking time with the Swede's as he did his best to create more tantalizingly wonderful friction between both thier throbbing and burning cocks.

Tino couldn't care less about how much of a wanton he must have looked like. All he wanted was Berwald to thrust into him with no end. But, he couldn't have that, at least not now. So this was the next best thing. So far, Tino wasn't minding this alternative option.

"Ah...Berwald! I...I can't take...it..." Tino cried out, his lungs burning, pleasing for more air, for rest. But Tino denied his writhing and crying body. He would not stop, he would not give in.

Berwald gritted his teeth, his wide hand jutting up and down, faster and fast, his other hand pinching and squeezing the life out of Tino's ass.

He wanted them to come together, to feel that wave of pleasure together, so with his mind determined, he crushed his lips to the Finn's and did something that he had wanted to do for a long time.

Tino's eyes widened with shock. Berwald had sunk his tongue deep inside Tino's mouth and explored almost violently, like a viking whose life purpose was to pillage and claim. At that moment Berwald would not listen to reason. He would not be gentle and he sure as hell wouldn't be cowardly. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to take it.

Tino moaned loudly into the kiss, his own tongue giving Berwald's the way of dominance. He knew he had awoken something inside the Swede, something that washed over them like hot water from a boiling kettle. It filled them up and refused to filter through, refused to leave their bodies, so muddled with pleasure and want.

But then it happened. Like a roar of a lion, Berwald tightened his grip around both their manhood's and tugged harshly, leaving Tino to break away from the kiss and cry out desperately.

It was a shot of white that glided against his vision, and in one second it left him slumped and worn against the sweaty and pale chest of Berwald. Tino's chest heaved and pleaded, doing its best to fill his lungs with much needed air.

Tino had felt it, had felt Berwald's cum shoot across his stomach, leaving him sticky and wet, but content none the less. They had done it, tightening their bond of each other, tightening their love of one another.

Love?

Tino hesitated. He looked over to Berwald's sweaty face. His crudely made glasses were left askew, his heart beating strongly and loudly, doing its best to calm his body down. His eyes were shut softly, not strained, and his smile. Oh that smile. it was one that Tino would forever keep in his smiled to himself as well and warpped his arms around the Swede, burying his head in the crook on his neck. He felt muscular arms wrap themselves against Tino's petite body.

Love?

Tino smiled once more.

Love.

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Authors notes:

That's only a bit of the Smut! I hope you guys liked this chapter, it was interesting to write to say the least! I thought it was freaking hilarious when Tino got an eyeful of Berwald's well... you know!

REVIEW PLEASE! IT LETS ME KNOW THAT YOU GUYS LIKE MY STORIES AND THAT YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE THEM! Plus reviews help keep the mean dolphins away, and those things are very persistent!

-"He thrust his hips upward and was about to pull them down all the way.*"-I'm pretty sure men during this time frame did not wear underwear. The only underwear that they did have would be a chemise or another set of trousers, and those were only worn during winter.

-Hel*-Once again 'Hel' is a place and a person. Hel is the equivalent to the Christian notion of Hell. Hel is ruled by a Goddess named Hel who is ugly and trollish looking, though she is not evil.

-"I'm making my husband feel good, hei?"* -"Hei" is the equivalent to "hey" in English.

-"Skit..." Berwald cursed under his breath.*-"Skit" means "shit" in Swedish

-"Ah...Ahhh! Voi jumalat!" Tino cried out.*-"Oh Gods!" In Finnish