Hetalia Party: Topaz!

Sitting on the couch in Italy's house between your two favorite men, Finland and Sweden you were at peace. Italy's house was quite the beauty. Of course you lived with the Nordics, so architecture like this deeply intrigued you. Sweden nudged your side as you hadn't replied to the casual conversation you had conjured up to start with.

"Oh, Sweden im ledsen!" [1] you began to apologize like you life depended on it. It was a horrible habit of yours to apologize, even if it wasn't your fault. Other countries naturally invaded you due to this habit, and one of the Nordics naturally came to rescue you, so you were in constant debt to them.

They repeat to you that they have no problem with it, and that you are free to do what you wish. However, your nature just won't let you take that for answer. " 's al'ght."[2] Sweden grunted in his native tongue. "It's perfectly fine _. We have no problem with your spaciness." Finland announced, quite spacy himself. You sweat-dropped and nervously laughed.

"Yeah..." you felt guilt and humiliation rising to your face. A bowl with colors of all kinds was timidly placed in your lap by a shaky Canada. He was also your long-term friend, you confined in him a lot, and in return he confined in you. You understood what this meant, it was your turn to go.

You watch in boredom as previous couples went in before you and either got exterminated, or you found out shocking truths. Lazily thrusting a hand in your glumly took a piece that felt good enough and pulled out the ultimate fate. You didn't care who you got, so long it wasn't that Rapunzel Barbie frog France. "Umm… Topaz." The man sitting to the left of you stood with sudden momentum causing the bowl to fly across the floor. You scrambled to pick up the pieced before a gentle, but firm hand grasped your shoulder lightly.

You halted and looked back to see Sweden staring back at you, the same un-phased face he held so well. Your eyes widened in realization of who you had gotten. "Sweden, I got you?" You mumbled, and your lower lip began to tremble slightly. Sweden did notice, and for some reason it pained him to think you didn't want to get him.

He let his grasp go and moved towards the closet, peeking back to see if you followed suit. As expected you did. It was so adorable how you would hold your pale, petite finger to your perfect bubblegum pink lips when you thought you did wrong.

You wouldn't dream of telling your wife that. It might break his frail heart! A click was heard behind you when you finally packed up enough courage to follow after the tall, intimidating Nordic. "S-so...Sweden...I know you like Finland and all...Sooo..." You stuttered. You rolled your eyes back and slid down the wall in defeat. Tears threatened your face. Sweden glanced down at your weeping form, hearing sobs coming from you. Light peaked in under the door, castings shadows, and he instantly found you. He knelt in front of you and pulled you to his chest.

You were swift in moving your arms to circle around the Nordic as he protectively hovered over you. " 's al'ght. d't c'y" [3] He stroked your hair and nuzzled his cheek against your own. "B-Berwald...why? I-I thought you l-loved Finland." You sniffed and dried tears. "I l'v 'm a'n y' t'"[4] Sweden was...bi? Oh well it worked wonders for you. Landed a hand to the back of his neck you sunk his head lower.

Lips meshing in sync, it was melodic and peaceful. It felt...right. Who knew you'd be the one to turn Sweden bi, although you were his favorite girl as he put it. Although, initially it had never stuck you, that all those times he was confessing he loved you.

Even as light stung the closet's occupants, they didn't care. Time was all that mattered, and what better time to spend with the one you love right? Well, in Sweden's case, one of the one's he loved. Even as Berwald bridal styled you out of hell and back to your starter seats, nothing else mattered to you or him.

You laced fingers with Sweden, and he returned the gesture to both you and Finland. Finland became jittery, and laughed nervous like. You sweat dropped as Sweden kissed both you and Finland. Maybe Berwald being bi would take some getting used to.

[1] I'm sorry in Swedish

[2] it's alright

[3] it's alright, don't cry

[4]I love him and you too