Tino knew he was going to die when he heard the bedroom door being flung open. The Finn burrowed into Alfred's arms, the American's arms tightening around his frame. He could hear the breathing of the Swede outside. It scared him. Alfred murmured almost silent comforts to him, but it did little to calm his nerves.

He closed his eyes and waited for the end, trying not to cry.

Berwald's POV:

One thought was on his mind.

Tino.

His sweet Finn. His fiancé. His little wife. No, no, not wife, Tino hated it when he was called that. It made no sense though. Berwald had left eighty-two, yes, eighty-two, messages on Tino's phone trying to explain what it was that had actually happened. He honestly didn't remember what had caused his actions.

Aha. That's right. He remembered now.

Mathias. Mathias Køhler. That was the reason why.

He could still remember the letter addressed to HIS fiancé. His hand clenched around the gun, and he felt his irritation build.

"Tino,

How have you been? I don't see enough of you, well, I haven't seen you since high school after all. Those were some good times, huh? I would sleep in class, while you would dutifully take notes in the desk in front of me. Your hair was short then, did you decide to grow it out a bit, or did you still keep it short? I bet you kept it short, you girly boy, you.

Remember the old oak tree that we would eat lunch at every day? The one I accidentally chopped down when I brought in my battle-axe for no reason? Yeah, I remember that too.

Well, enough with the babbling. I just wanted to say hi and….

Oh, screw it.

I love you.

I've always loved you, even when we broke up, I still loved you. Why didn't you love me, Tino? Why did it have to be HIM of all people? I could treat you so much better than he could ever. Did you hear the news, I was recently promoted in the business I've been working for? Probably not. $ 900 a month, can you believe that?

Please get it touch T. I need you.

Love always,

Mathias"

Well. That was enough to tick Berwald off. He knew Tino had no feelings whatsoever for the Dane anymore at least, but what could he say? Berwald was obsessive like that. The Swede looked carefully around the bedroom. A large, built-in closet, a double-bed, and a few other necessities, like a nightstand, etc. His eyes fell on the closet.

Jackpot.

-Creepy Berwald is Creepy.-

Sorry it took me so long to update….I just had to involve Denmark somehow, and portraying him as the ex-boyfriend worked out….hope you enjoyed it, and please review if you want to. I also apologize for the shortness of this chapter….yup.

Hasta la Pasta!