Three days after, the last world meeting was held before everyone was off for the season. Norge had stopped by Berwald's office. "So did you have a good time with Belgium the other night?" Norge stuffed his hands into his pockets and leaned in the door frame. Sweden's greenish blue eyes glanced up to see Norge watching something down the hall. "We jus' wen' out fer dr'nks." Lukas chuckled and propped himself back up. "Hm..."
Sweden didn't like this sinking feeling in his gut as Norway walked off in the direction he was looking, with a preditorial grin across his lips. Sweden's work tied him to his desk so he couldn't get up and follow, nor see what was about to transpire. Shortly after he could hear Belgium's all to familiar laugh. Berwald could feel a burning sensation travel up ward from his stomach to his cheeks, it was slowly seeping into his ears.
His Swedish blood was on the verge of boiling. The mix of her laughter with Norge's comments. He now understood why Lukas stopped by his office before heading down the hallway. Sweden remembered the conversation they had that night, before Iceland and Belgium rejoined them. Berwald now realized he wasn't talking to him, Norge was talking about himself. The Norwegian was just to drunk to do anything.
Berwald almost broke the white plastic pin in half with his bare hand. His heart was pounding in his ears. Why was she being so nice to him, he wondered. Did she not like the tall Swede that helped walk her home? Sweden's little voice in his head was on a roll, and he couldn't stop it. Who does Norge think he is for speaking to her in such a playful manner? Does he not realize that she liked the man who took a punch for her? Does Norge not realize that the type of man he is, and his Norwegian temper would only scare her off?
Sweden took a pause. How could he be like this? Berwald had Tino and his son Peter. She wasn't his. Belgium was a free country, she could talk to whom ever she saw fit. "Here, I made cookies for everyone, mon ami. I put a few in extra for you since you helped us out the other night." "Takk! They look good."
Norge's laugh was still playful but it had dropped in tone. Sweden realized she was just being nice, like she was with him. There was nothing to fear on her side, but it didn't help the deep tug inside his heart. He wanted to run in the hallway and yank Norge by the neck and pull him away.
Sealand popped his head in. "Hiya papa!" Sweden could see his son's hair was combed, his navy uniform was clean and spotless. Berwald raised an eyebrow to his son who had a red and green wrapped present in his hand. "Hej, P'ter. Wha' 're you do'n", Sweden asked inquisitively. "I'm.. going to tell the girl of my dreams how much I like her! Because I'm cool like that!" "Oh...", Berwald's curiosity was peaked.
He had to see this. Sweden chuckled though. His son stood in his office with his feet apart and his hand and present on his hip, and his thumb on his chest. Peter was firm about his convictions and was going to follow through with what he planned.
His son walked out with a quick stride. Many men would have killed to have that kind of confidence when walking up to any woman. Berwald got up from his desk, covering his mouth with his hand, trying not to laugh. He wondered who this mystery girl was that his son was so determined to greet with such a lovely gift, that was evident that Tino helped wrap. Sealand made his way to Belgium who was still talking to Lukas. They're laughs were briefly interrupted. Sweden thought he was going to die.
It seemed he and Norge weren't the only ones with their eyes on the prize. He watched as everything unfolded. "Belgium. I got this for you. I know it's not much but I hope you really like it!" Bel looked down at the adorable little boy, holding up a red and green wrapped present. "Is that for me?" He nodded with a grin that was on par with Denmark's. Belgium's eyes grew wide. "Merci!" Bel clapped her hands together in excitement.
Norge's eyes focused on the sneaky little bastard. Bel took it gently. "I know you probably don't know who I am..." Belgium interrupted him. "I know who you are, mon ami. You're Peter, aka Sealand." She knelt in front of the now, stammering and blushing boy. "You know my name?" Bel chuckled. "Of course I do! I also made you cookies. They are hand dipped in some chocolate I made, mon cher." Peter's blue eyes grew wide and his cheeks red. Bel took a box of cookies from the stack she had been carrying.
"Well, well.. Merry Christmas", was all the boy could muster. Sealand's eyes darted for the floor. He wasn't planning on her knowing him. He had worked so hard on introducing himself, he forgot to work on the rest. "Merry Christmas to you too!" Belgium pulled him into a hug and gave the blushing boy a kiss on the cheek. Sweden and Norge didn't know who was redder, the Christmas present or Peter's face.
Sealand took the box of cookies and ran for his papa's office. Bel blinked in surprise to see a tall Swede holding in his laughter with his hand over his mouth. Bel waved and he nodded. He went into his office and closed the door. Sweden's laughter could be heard through the walls and into the hallway.
Belgium shook Lukas's hand before returning to giving cookies out. Norway just smiled at her. He bit his lower lip as he watched her walk away. Norge walked up to Sweden's office and could see Berwald wiping the tears of laughter away through the windows of his office. Noway walked in without knocking.
Sealand was in a chair in the corner, red as one could get, and eating a cookie that Bel had just gave him. He was staring at the floor. Norway wasn't happy with the interruption but he did find it amusing. "Didn't go as well as planned", Lukas was jesting towards Sealand. Sweden about to interupt but remembering his kid was just as sharped tongued, decided to keep his mouth shut and see what Peter had to say.
"Shut up! At least I got her to kiss me first!" Peter turned a dark shade of red and shoved the rest of the cookie in his mouth. Berwald held his ribs as he laughed harder. He thought his lungs were going to burst as he doubled over in his office chair. Norway was about to say something but knew he had been bested. He couldn't say a word. Lukas and Sweden nodded to each other before Norge left.
Berwald was in high spirits. He was so proud of his son and yet he was left even more confused about his feelings. Sweden knew he used to be able to say, he loved Tino with all his heart but that was slowly turning into a lie. Berwald hated that feeling that grew inside of him. Could he actually be falling for another, he pondered. He decided it wasn't best to think about it now as he watched Peter make short work of the cookies Bel gave him.