Part 2

"_________~, __________~, c'mon, babes. You know I love you."
"I love you too, Mathias." A kiss was reeled. The sky was blue, grass was green. Perfection. His arms were draped above your shoulders as he began to kiss your temples. You slowly began soaring though the sky.
"Don't leave me, baby."
"I wouldn't dream of it, Mathias." Just as your day seemed to go swimmingly, Mathias pulled out what looked like a dagger to your chest, still keeping his once beautiful smile.
"You won't leave me, _________." And he pierced it right into your heart.

"HUAAAAAAA-AH!" You woke up, breathing heavily, panting, gasping for air, begging for reality. You were choking, upset, broken. It was only a dream….a nightmare, perhaps. What's this? Peach walls, fluffy bed, a full bath to your left, a television ahead, and a cute chair and table to you right…this wasn't your home. It wasn't…Mathias's either.

Just then, the door in the tiny hallway clicked open, and you huddled under the blanket and surrounded yourself with pillows, weeping slightly. You didn't bother looking at whoever walked in. Not even when you felt a hand rub your back in calming circular motions.

Looking up, you see that it's Berwald, his blue majestic eyes in that signature gaze of his.

"Su-"
"Eat" he interrupt and places a rather good-smelling bag in front of you. From under the bed, he pulls out a tray and rests it on your lap. Inside the bag, you saw eggs Benedict, your favorite, some baked potatoes, and buttered toast. Your mouth watered pleasurably. From another bag he was holding, Berwald pulled out a small cup of orange juice and utensils.

"Eat." He repeated, but you didn't move.

As much as you were hungry, something kept you from even picking up your fork. You looked at the Swedish man next to you, your eyes bathed in depression. He didn't even bother glaring at you the way he did to anyone who didn't listen to him. Instead he pulled out the utensils and stabbed a potato and opened his mouth. The fork however, didn't reach his own mouth, he just left it open and looked at you, all the while looming the fork to your mouth. His message was understandable, so you cracked open your mouth and he filled it gently with the delicious, oh so soft, and buttery content on the fork. Your expression lifted and Sweden began to feed you bite after bite, switching from the eggs to the potatoes and the toast [which he fed you by hand]. Between every few bites he would offer a sip of juice, which you accepted kindly. He even dabbed your face with the napkin and wipe.

How kind…, you thought and your cheeks began to deepen in scarlet pigment.

When your area was cleaned and the bed was fixed, you looked at the clock for no such reason. You had no plans…no events…nothing. When you leave this hotel, where will you go?

You stood at the lobby door with your belongings while Berwald was checking you out of the hotel. When he came behind you, you shook your head, trying to hold back tears.

"Am I going home, Sve?" you asked.
"I'm taking you home." He replied. Before you can go on, he continued. "You're going to change and freshen up. I'll be taking you out for the day."

A date…with Sweden, you thought, knowing that after all of yesterday's event, you needed to get your mind off things.

~ ♥ ~

Up in your room, you took out a fresh pair of undergarments and light pink cocktail dress. The shower was running and you took advantage of its warmth. All of the dirty things from the night prior were slowly being washed away with every drop of water. You were being reborn.

Meanwhile, Berwald was downstairs and sitting quietly on the loveseat. He noticed you wall décor and began to look at your pictures on both the wall and table. Some of them were of you and Mathias, and his expression saddened…so slighty...very slightly. He awaited your return, which didn't take long.  As you walked down the stairs, all ready for the day, Berwald began to gaze at you like a princess, causing the both of you to blush terribly.

"Let's go." You breathed.
"Ja." He mumbled back to you.

~ ♥ ~

Your first destination was at a park, a big, big park. You both walked and fed the geese. The mood was serene and the weather was on your side. On the swings, Sweden pushed you and on the monkey bars, he carried you. It was as if you both were just a pair of elementary school kids. A long awaited smile came back to you, a laugh as well.

He even took you out for lunch and paid for everything, tips too.

At sunset you went to the harbor. There was a high tide. The sky was blood orange and purple, straight from a painting. The breeze at the edge of the dock coated you in a pure renaissance as you swayed in Berwald's arm, his big strong arms.

"Uh…I'm sure everyone must be wondering about you, Sve." You wondered out loud.
"No, they are with him."
"Him..?"
"Khᴓler." He said a little too pissed off than normal. "Th'y think it was your fault in the first place t' be with him.  I'm assuming they're on his side."

Which means Sweden is on my side…

You buried you face in Berwald's chest and he stroked your hair gently, his shirt soaking up any moisture in your eyes.

Happiness- it wasn't so hard to find with Su-san.

A smile- it wasn't so hard to have one with Su- san.

Love- it was slowly developing with Su-san.

The sun was engulfed by the horizon and a dark blue filled the sky. You looked up to Sweden and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You made my day so perfect." You wept, face still in his chest.
"Shh…." He calmed.

"I won't, Berwald." You whispered and crashed you lips to his. At first, he was in shock until you rubbed his jaw line and he opened up…a lot. You felt his hand reach into places beyond where Mathias would reach…oh my. For a big strong man like Sweden himself, he touched you as if you were a fragile rose. He knew if Mathias had found out, he would be devastated. Wait, no he wouldn't; it was all Mathias's fault at first. And with that, Berwald picked you up and sat you on the railing of the dock, still embracing what now has become you teeth and tongue. Never have you felt or seen Berwald act in such a…sexy way.  His hands began inching their way up your legs and he tugged the hem of your dress. It was too late to gasp for air; you two began breathing from your noses, and he kept tugging, but stopped. He had gone too far for one night. When he realized what he did he broke from you, head hung. You remained silent and he carried you back to the car.

At your house door you unlocked the door, while Berwald put down your bag.

"Sve, won't the others be kind of….awkward around you when you arrive home?" you asked.
"I'm used to it." He said. "God natt." And before turning you stopped him.

"No, Sve," you closed up on him, and the lights were dim enough so he couldn't see your desperate expression. "stay." You ended off in a breath and began to message his hands and rub his chest, heart pounding, and chest stiffening. You delivered one wet kiss to his utterly delicious lips, and he kissed back. With Sweden's help, the door behind him was shut and locked, and on cue, you slowly unbuttoned his shirt on by one…

One night wouldn't be so bad.

To be Continued…