A/N: This fic idea has eaten my brain. Thank you, Sierra, for giving me inspiration again!

Various and Sundry Disclaimers and Warnings: Choice words, Tino being an angry Finn, Hetalia doesn't belong to me.

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Tino stood motionless in the doorway, shocked into inaction. After more than half a minute, the awkwardness was becoming too much and Berwald cleared his throat. This seemed to snap the other man out of his daze and, remembering his manners, he invited the Swede inside. As the man passed him, Tino noticed for the first time that he was carrying two bulging suitcases. This situation was even more fucked up than he had previously supposed, then. He knew exactly who to blame.

Ushering Berwald onto the living room couch, he excused himself.

"I'm sure there's been some... mistake. I need to make a phone call."

Berwald nodded and sat down, eyes focusing on the still blaring TV. Tino ran to the kitchen and grabbed his cell phone. There was no way that Feliks wasn't involved in this insanity somehow. Disregarding the lateness of the hour, Tino punched in the number.

The voice that greeted him was muffled and sleepy; Feliks had obviously been sleeping. Tino found that he didn't care.

"Feliks. A terrifying Swedish man who I have never met before in my entire life has shown up at my door claiming to be my husband. What did you do?"

To Tino's fury, Feliks only laughed. "You should totally, like, be thanking me, Tino. I did you a big favour!"

"What... did... you... DO?"

"Well, I saw that you were like, totally neglecting your page on that dating site, so I thought I'd give it a little help."

Tino gripped the phone hard enough to crack the screen. His voice was shaking with controlled rage. "And?"

"Like, just replied to some messages. I totally don't know why your so pissy about th-"

"ARE YOU INSANE? Feliks, he has suitcases with him! He looks like he uprooted his entire life to come here! And how the hell did you even get my password?"

"Oh, come on, Tino. Everyone knows you use 'moomin' for everything... and anyway, I totally picked the hottest guy for you. You'll thank me eventually."

Tino's eye twitched, and for a moment he considered dusting off his grandfather's Suomi KP/-31, climbing a building, and staking out the door of Feliks' apartment. "You know what? I'm calling Eduard. He's not a crazy person." And then he hung up.

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While Tino argued with Feliks, Berwald sat listening in the living room. It was obvious from the conversation that he had been tricked. Tino had not been expecting him, judging by his shock and the way he was yelling at whoever was on the other line, and was not at all the person Berwald had gotten to know over the last month. Whoever this crazy, screaming Finn was, he was not at all the sweet, funny Tino he had left Sweden for. No. That was someone else entirely. He felt his heart sink as the slam of the phone onto the table sounded from the adjacent room.

Tino chose this moment to come back into the room, face flushed and brow furrowed. "I am so, so sorry about all this, Mr. Oxenstierna. It seems that my... friend..." He said this word with gritted teeth. "...decided to impersonate me online. If I didn't understand that he doesn't know better, I would probably drag his ass down to the police station."

Berwald twiddled his thumbs and stared at his feet. "S'fine. Can g'back t'the airport."

"Th-that would probably be best, yes..." Tino said, his voice less sharp than before, almost doubtful. Berwald looked up and saw lines of anxiety had replaced the anger. "Except..."

Berwald just stared at him. Flinching slightly, Tino continued.

"It's just... it really looks like you came such a long way. Where are you from?" He asked, running a hand through his hair and staring guiltily at the man sitting on his couch.

"St'ckh'lm."

"Stockholm as in Sweden?" Berwald nodded. Tino visibly deflated. "Perkele, this is so messed up..."

Berwald could only agree and nodded again, standing as he did so and picking up his baggage. He knew he had to leave before the disappointment and awkwardness became too much to handle.

" 'll b'goin' then." He mumbled before heading to the door.

"N-no! Wait! Uh..." Berwald stopped and turned his intense gaze to the man fidgeting in the center of the living room. The words that poured from his mouth were babbling and frantic, "You could... you should at least rest from your flight! I mean, you're probably really tired from the jet lag and everything. And it is partially my fault for agreeing to sign up for that silly service in the first place and for having such a predictable password and... and I don't really mind if you stay for a day or two, just so you have time to work out your business before you go back home..." He trailed off.

If Berwald hadn't known better, he would have said there was a tiny hint of hope in the little Finn's voice. And even though he did know better- that Tino couldn't possibly want him there, that the situation was awkward and that he was being absurdly intrusive- his own crushed hope couldn't help but latch on to that little flash of sweetness like a baby to its mother's breast. It was this that caused him to nod, to set his bags down on the floor of the hallway, and to silently follow Tino to the spare room he would be sleeping in for the night.

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A single fact note: The Suomi KP/-31 was a Finnish submachine gun used during World War II and the Winter War. They are apparently awesome for sniping, and the Russians tried to copy it but failed miserably. The most badass part of that? The machine gun was inwented in Russia. Finland wins at everything.

This is kind of turning out to be a reversal of the first few chapters of Let Me In... Oh how very formulaic and predictable I am. Instead of Tino being stranded, it's Berwald. And Russia is going to appear soon too and be a creeper. The only difference is that unfortunately there won't be quite so many car chases or concussions. XD

Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading! DFTBA.