The next morning Berwald woke up to a hum of a christmas tune and the sound of sizzling bacon, the smell filled his nostrils. His head ached slightly. Sweden didn't drink to much last night. He should be fine after he ate something. Berwald still felt bad for sleeping in her bed, while she took the loveseat. He understood why she did it though. The bed was far longer than her sofa. Berwald wouldn't have fit on it, well enought to sleep as he remembered seeing it last night.
Sweden moved sluggishly but managed to get his black slacks back on. He realized he must have been really tired to have slept in his boxers, with no fear of exposing himself to her. Bel could hear the sleeping giant get up. She had no worry of him last night, since she peeked in on him when she woke up. Belgium wasn't trying to be perverted or anything, but he did drink quite a bit and she wanted to make sure he was at least comfortable.
Berwald was finishing buttoning up his shirt when he made his way to the bottom of the stairs. "Bonjour mon ami." Her smile caused him to pause. "G..god morgon." Belgium watched his greenish blue eyes glance down at his feet as he continued to walk towards the table.
Berwald was startled to see a white plate filled with two eggs, four strips of bacon, and two waffles, slide in front of him. Belgium then placed a light blue coffee mug filled with coffee next to it. He glanced up briefly and smiled. Belgium sat down next to him at the small breakfast table. Berwald had to admit he wasn't used to sitting at something so small. He ran his fingers through his messy hair.
Sweden took a sip of the hot, bitter liquid. Strong and black, the way he liked it. Belgium was drinking apple juice. "D'dn't you grab yers'lf a cup?" Bel shook her pretty blond head. "I don't like coffee, mon ami but I figured you might have, so I made a small pot."
Belgium was really making it hard on him. She was as nice as one could get and very pretty. He's had breakfast made for him before but Tino never sat with him and ate. It was always Peter, not that he minded, but It was nice to have an adult sit with him, other than Danmark or Norge.
Sweden really enjoyed it there, in the tiny cottage, at the tiny table. Belgium was bubbly and full of energy. Tino was the same but he didn't show it to often around him. Berwald felt himself relax in the soothing environment. He glanced up to watch her stuff her mouth with a piece of bacon, looking across the room. The sun was coming in through the window adding a glow to her eyes. She was really lovely in her pink pj's.
Berwald felt the need to apologize for his behavior last night. It bothered him that he liked her and felt the need to cut it off before she got any ideas. He needed to keep this short, he thought to himself. "S'rry." The word shocked Belgium as she turned her head, her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, while she at. Bel swallowed her food. "For what?" Her big, green eyes blinked at him, out of confusion. Bel looked so cute with her blond hair up in a pony tail and a pink ribbon draping past the nape of her neck, he thought. She had paused in mid chew.
"S'rry fer last n'ght." Sweden shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Why mon ami, I thought you had a good time... I know I did." That's what he was trying to apologize for, he had to much of a good time. Berwald tried to come up with something that made a little more sense. His apology didn't come out as well as he would have liked. "Fer da c'uch... I sh'uldn't h've let you..." Bel cut him of. "Oh no, mon ami!" She laughed out loud. "It was a pleasure. No.. no, no. I couldn't live with myself if I let you try and sleep on that little thing."
Belgium was laughing. Berwald couldn't help but smile. "Oh! That reminds me. Did you really want to bring your wife and son to the festival?" Berwald's stomach did a flip that instant. He doesn't remember talking about them at all last night. "Ja.. I jus'.. don't know wh'n." "Well it plays out for the rest of this week, then the beer festival starts next week. Let me know when and I'll pay for the hotel room, mon cher." "Nej! I c'uldn't! M' pr'de w'uldn't let m'." She paused in mid chew, reminding him he should eat something. Bel finished swallowing when she chuckled.
"I'm pretty sure you said something similar last night when I bought drinks. You didn't seem happy about it." He blinked in surprise. The memory slowly seeping back into his thoughts. That's right, she did pay for his drinks. "I've b'en mean'n t' ask you. Wh'n d'd you get da ch'nce t' pay fer th'm?"
Belgium laughed. "When you got up to use the restroom before we left." Her answer was simple and clear. If they ever went out drinking again, he'd have to make sure to drop off his card before going to relieve himself. He grunted as shifted in his seat before grabbing his coffee.
"W'll dr'nks ar' d'fferent fr'm a hotel b'll. B'sides I don' ev'n kn'w wha' my sch'dual l'oks like." She stuck out her tongue as her Cheshire grin faded. Berwald still had to laugh. "Want seconds, mon ami?" Bel noticed his empty plate. He shook his head no. Sweden really needed to get going. He had to admit he was feeling better and more alert.
Berwald was happy she didn't let him go last night. His feelings of guilt still lingered but it made him feel better that she knew he was married and had a son. It relieved him to know Bel was just being nice.
They said their goodbyes and hugged each other. Belgium stood on her front porch waving like an idiot until he was further down the street. It made him chuckle. She reminded him of Peter. He would wave his papa goodbye before leaving for work. Berwald still couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. He really did like her but he loved Tino. Thoughts swam around in his head, he brushed them off as he was headed to England's house to pick his son up.