Berwald had his sword once again at the Dane's throat. It was some senseless outrage over a political debate that should have ended with a half-empty coffee cup in their hands instead of blades and bloodshed. His teeth gritted against each other so much that they were nearly chipping off the top edges. "You want to re-enstate what policy, that was, now?" Berwald growled.

Soren smirked at the Swede. "I was merely saying that I wanted to re-enstate The Kalmar Union." He said this face smug as he stared at Berwald.

Berwald's blade inched more into Soren's flesh. "Din jävel! You bastard! You know how much that hurt us Nordics, including you!"

Soren hissed at the pain. "The only reason it hurts us was because you and Finland left! Over jealousy!" He spat at him, pissed. His eyes held fire, and it was all directed at Sve.

"HOW DARE YOU!" He screamed, his voice cracking. He was never this loud in his life. It was far from his general stoic silence. "I'll cut you in two for that blasphemy!"

"Oh, no you won't!" He glared at him. "Empty threats! You know what I am saying is true! Dont deny it!" He cackled.

"One more word and you won't have a tongue to spit them out with, snake!"

"Oh really? You would miss it too much!" He purred smugly, licking his lips, cackling.

He'd had enough of Den's talk. Quickly, he moved the blade from the crease of Soren's neck to the tip of his bottom lip. "I wasn't lying, Danmark..."

Soren reached over and grabbed his crotch, squeezing. "Neither was I."

Berwald bit his lip and shut his eyes for a split second. "Take your filthy hands off me," he lowly hissed.

"Take your filthy blade of me." He replied, holding his balls tighter.

He jumped up slightly at the less than subtle touch. It was hard for him to let the blade fall loose from the slowly-made incision it was progressively cutting. Eventually, he let his sword fall to the ground, the metal clanking the marble floor it rested on. Berwald was still in Soren's grip, uncomfortably to say the least.

Soren smirked and reached up with his free hand and wiped at the blood. "Good boy. Now let's be civil for a moment." He cackled, not letting go.

"The hell do you want now?" Berwald questioned him after letting out a sigh.

"Just wondering what nerve I struck." He said simply, smirking.

"Smartass," Berwald growled, "You damn well know."

"Yes, be I would like to hear you say it." He purred. "Everyone knows you want Norway..." He trailed off, smirking evily.

"Ät skit och dö, jävel..." Berwald walked out of the meeting room. He was done with Soren's mockery.

Soren walked him go, before straightening his clothes and grabbing his jacket, following him out. "Sve?" He called hurrying after him.

He ignored him as he nonchalantly made his way through the day-lit corridors of the manor and down the stairs to the double doors.

Soren sighed and pulled on his jacket running after him. Maybe he really did strike the wrong nerve. They always bickered like this, why was this time any different? "SVE!"

the last echo of Soren's voice was heard throughout the establishment, Berwald was already out of the building and into the bitter Northern cold of winter. The snow picked up fiercely and the wind howled so much like the wolves did each evening.

Soren raced after him and grabbed his arm, slipping a bit on the ice and snow. "Sve! What is it?" He asked, confused.

Berwald quickly turned around and yanked back his arm. "You serious? Are you? Huh?"

"Yeah, I mean why are you so pissed? We bicker like this all time." He said, raising an eyebrow. He stepped in front of him. "Stop!"

"This time was different," he implied. "You've gotten under my skin many a time before. This go-round completely ripped at the tendons, though." His slid slowly over the pommel of his sword and around the hilt.

"Why?" He asked eyeing his hands, before looking back to his face.

"Don't play dumb with me, Den. You damn well know."

"I don't. I wouldn't fucking be here if I did." He said, crossing his arms

"That remark - about me wanting Norway - that was too far! Finland was all I needed!" He screamed violently, huffing afterwards from the lack of breath.

"Sorry, I just assumed. The way you acted and plus I saw you." He said looking away.

"Assumptions can get in you big trouble, Den. You know that!" Berwald turned back around and pulled out a flask from the underside of his coat flap. He took a large slug of alcohol, handing it out to Soren. "Ja?"

He nodded and took the flask and drunk from it. "If it's not true why did you get so pissed?" He asked taking another drink.

"Because people just piss me off," he blatantly replied.

"Explain." He said taking another sip.

"YOU piss me off. How's that?"

He threw his hands up in frustration. "I piss every one off! My own lover tried to kill me on a daily bases!" He yelled. "What makes you so different?" He growled.

"I couldn't tell you if I tried to, Soren. I really just couldn't."

"Try." He growled.

"It's that...it's just that needy sexual tension about you - that's what gets me. You play around me and tense me up and get me horribly hot and bothered for your own little sense of self-satisfaction. You act like I'm one of your little many pleasures you can tease and toy with to the brink of my exhaustion. And that's part of why you make me so frustrated. You. just. don't. fucking. quit." Berwald took another sip of his flask after he snatched it out of Soren's hand.

."That's just the way I am. I've always been like this. If you want me to go away, then I will. Fuck, you're so fucking hypocritical. Making empty threats! Always barging in and brandishing your sword all high and mighty. If there is something you need to say, say it! For FUCK'S SAKE SAY IT!" He yelled.

Berwald bit his lip and narrowed his bro; as if the alcohol wasn't already tampering with his temper enough. "Look, Den! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be pulling my sword out at your Goddamn neck all the time! You push and you push and then you expect EVERYONE to just go back the same. But it's not! You've been pushing me all these years when I still had some affection for you-" He suddenly stopped speaking, his mouth still open.

"I make my threats hollow only because I know I can't go through with them, Den..."

"The hell was I even thinking..."

Denmark looked at him shocked. All these years he had thought it was Norway...

"I push everyone's buttons... I take everything, that's what I do. If you felt for me you should have said something." He shook his head and turned away.

"I couldn't. Someone else had already stolen your affections. It was too late," Berwald sighed and shut his eyes for a split second before looking back up at Den.

"It's never too late. Norway hates me." He said as he pushed pass him.

Berwald grabbed onto Soren's wrist. "You don't mean that." His cold blue eyes matched those of Soren's; his cold blue eyes whose indefinite sadness hadn't shown for a long time.

"He does. He's spiteful and cruel. My bed's been so cold, for so long." He said looking down at the ground.

"I wish I could grant you that sweet infidelity, but we must both still be faithful to our others..." Berwald's hand moved down his arm and into the Dane's frigid hand.

"I haven't been faithful to him for a while." He chuckled as he flinched at the touch. "Go home to Finland."

He felt bad for standing there and listening. This came out the mouth of someone who he thought was a monster to him, but now Berwald found the truest place in his heart which Soren hadn't revealed to anyone. Ever. "I can't let you go home alone."

"It's fine." He said as he began walking towards his mansion.

"Stop." Berwald grabbed him tightly again. "You're coming home with me."

He struggled. "Let go out of me!" He yelled.

"No," Berwald growled. "I won't let you retreat back to your misery."

"Fuck you!" He hissed as he pulled out of his grasp and took off running, slipping on the ice and snow.

He couldn't force him much due to his stubborn personality. So he let him run. "He'll come back." Berwald turned his back to the fluttery breeze of snow, making his own way home.

Soren slipped and fell hard on a patch of ice and cried out loudly in pain. Fucking snow. Fucking ice. Fuck him he knew nothing!

Berwald sighed as he heard his scream. "Clumsy Dane," he huffed and walked over to help Soren off the frozen ground. He held his hand out, "Here."

Soren looked up at him. "I think I twisted my ankle." He said miserably not looking at him.

"Åh godhet," Berwald bent over and placed his arms under Soren and picked him up to carry him home. "Clumsy, clumsy," he said to himself while walking.

"Hey, what are you doing? Put me down! Where are you taking me?" He yelled, having to hold on the Swede for fear of falling.

"Taking you home. What's it look like?"

"My home or your home?" He asked, shivering a bit.

"Your home, Soren." He rolled his eyes.

"No one's there." He told him, burying his face in his chest from the wind.

"You'll be fine by yourself, I promise."

"I can't walk." He said frowning.

"Min Gud," Berwald said in frustration. "I'll look after you 'til someone gets home. That fine with you?"

He sighed. "Sure. I mean you don't fucking have to. No one's forcing you to." He said, irritated.

"I know that. But I'm choosing to out of the kindness of my heart." Berwald's smart-elect tone didn't take too well with the other.

"What the fuck ever," He grumbled.

Berwald ignored Soren as he tred his way through the blistering frost of the wintery weather. He eventually came to a stop. There was a long dirt path that led to Soren's household, surrounded on the outer edges by a broken down wood fence that ran around the property. The sound of his boots crunching on top of the frozen dirt and muddy trail was the only noise aside from the wind and the rustling of snow-packed branches falling to the ground from the weight of the ice.

He came to the front door, carefully trying not to slip and slide down the veranda stairs. Berwald set Soren down on the rocking chair next to the entrance. "Key," he prompted, looking at Soren.

He nodded and pulled a huge key ring from his pocket. He picked the correct one and handed it to him.

"Tack." He stuck the key in the lock and jiggled it a bit and the doors finally opened with a rough push. The cold had made the metal around them stick together. Nudging the doors open a bit more, he carried Soren into the front room and through the rug-covered foyer where it met the wooden floors of the living room. He set the Dane on the loveseat and propped his foot up on the leather stool.

"I'll be back with an ice pack," Berwald left the living room and went into the kitchen. He came back with a tied up towel wrapped around a handful of ice. "Let me see," he softly said, kneeling down on the ground next to Soren's feet.

He pulled his pants leg up and started to untie his boots. "Thanks," He whispered, the still silence of the house making it sound much louder.

"Mhhm..." He took his gloves off and began to examine Soren's injury. "Ja, that's twisted up bad. You'll have to stay off of it for a few days." He placed the ice pack on the affliction. "Hold that there while I go get a few things. Keep it elevated and don't move it." Berwald walked to the nearest bathroom to fetch a few things. He came back with a small pack of bandaging & a bottle of Ibuprofen.

"Take these," he said, handing Soren a small glass of water and two pills.

The Dane nodded and took the pills and drank the water, "So what now?" He asked, leaning against the arm of the loveseat.

"I'm going to compress it and you're not going to move anywhere unless you want to damage your ligaments any further." Berwald's hands tied the bandaging around Soren's ankle quite gently.

Soren hissed and clutched at the Swede's upper arm. "Det gør ondt!" He yelled.

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm almost done, Den." Berwald's tone was calm and patient sounding. He finished up securing the bandage around the ankle. "All done." He rubbed his hand around Soren's lower leg, pulling it away after making sure the bandaging was on good and tight.

Soren let go of his arm slowly, frowning at him. "Can you at least take me to my room? It's freezing down here?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Of course. Up, up," He wrapped his arms around Soren and carried him upstairs to the warmer part of the house. He set him down in his warm bed and pulled the sheets over Soren's cold body. "Better?"

He pulled his wet jacket off and his gloves. He then unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off, leaving a small grey tank. He snuggled under the covers. "You can join me." He said a bit muffled from his pillow.

Berwald arched an eyebrow and blushed at the same time. "I can't do that. You know what would happen if I got caught in the same bed as you." His voice was quiet, but strong in making his point.

"He's not here. He's visiting his brother. He won't be back for 2 weeks."

"Still," he gulped, nervous at the very thought of any chance being caught in bed with someone who wasn't his to sleep with. "...Um...I...I don't know..."

He looked up at him. "It's my fucking house and my fucking bed. Plus you must be freezing." He said with a sighed.

"Well, I am a little cold. I could just curl up in the chair or on the couch downstairs. It's no problem, really..."

"No. You know maybe, I want the company? Maybe I'm tired of my bed being cold and lonely." He muttered, pulling the covers up.

"I never thought about it that way...I kind of feel that way, too; .a lot, actually," he sat down at the foot of the bed, looking down at his worn and cut-up hands.

"Trouble with Finny?" He said, leaning up on his pillows and looking at the Swede.

"More than you know," After the war, we kind of just lost our closeness for one another. He wants a divorce soon. But I know he doesn't have it in him. He just can't do something like that." He turned around with tears in his eyes.

Soren sighed. "Come here. Tell me all about it." He said motioning to the space beside him.

"I prefer not to discuss it. It hurts too much."

He nodded. "I understand. Same here. Everyone looks down at me when I cheat, they never even question why. I'm in a bad relationship with a guy who shows no emotion and hates me."

"I don't think he hates you. He's just stoic towards everyone. But I understand the need for affection." Berwald scooted closer to Soren. "It stings, doesn't it?" He said as he put his hand on Soren's chest, right on top of his beating heart. "It makes you cringe to know your heart might not meet its true match; a flighty thing...that love would taunt and test us to the verge of breaking."

He flinched at the touch. "Your hand is freezing. Here, let's get you out of these." He said as he started to undo his coat and pulled it from his shoulders.

He sat still as his coat was being pulled off. "Tack," he whispered. "Why do we always have to fight, I wonder...? Why can't it be like this instead?"

He shrugged. "Cause our personalities clash?" He said as he threw his coat over the bed and begun unbuttoning his shirt.

Berwald shivered slightly at the touch against his chest as Soren was undoing his shirt. "I guess so."

"See, you're shivering." He said as he pulled the shirt off then pulled his leg over and started to untie his boot.

He leaned in and nuzzled his head against Den's chest, closing his eyes.

He chuckled as he pulled off his boot then the other. "Now get under the covers."

Snuggling under the covers he took off his glasses and set them on the end table next to the bed.

Soren pulled the cover up and buried himself under it, smiling slighty at the feel of the warm body next to him. He ran his fingertips lighty over his stomach watching goosebumps rise.

Berwald groaned lightly as his stomach twitched from the touch.

He chuckled and moved closer, replacing his fingertips with his tongue.

His mouth opened slightly. "Lower," he asked, begging with impatience at Soren's tongue.

Soren stilled a bit shocked from the command. He moved back to his pillow and curled up.

"Gah! Stupid!" Berwald slammed his fist into the mattress and got up out of bed, stomping his way out of the room and walking downstairs.

Soren sat up shocked. He hadn't meant to do that. He had just got caught up in the moment and wanted a little comfort. He slowly got out of bed and hopped over to the door and slowly made his way down stairs, leaning heavily on the railing.

Berwald sat on the couch, lighting a cigarette to calm his nerves. He tapped his foot on the ground and tilted his head back as smoke escaped past his chapped lips.

"Sve." He said from the stairs, worried.

He continued to smoke his cigarette until he put it out in the ash tray, soon afterwards, lighting another one. His nerves were quite shattered at the moment.

Soren moved from the stairs hopping to the couch. He leaned heavily on it with his foot in the air. "Berwald." He said loudly.

"I told you not to be walking around, remember?" He stood up and walked back upstairs to put his coat on.

"I need to leave," Berwald pivoted on his heel as he frantically put his boots on.

"Why? I thought you were going to stay." He said watching him.

"Ja. But YOU don't want me here."

"I do." He said confused.

"My problem is I want you more."

"More?"

He paused. "Like how I wanted you upstairs. I thought you didn't want me there after that little tiff."

"No. Um, you just startled me. It came out of nowhere. I'm sorry I got too caught up in the moment of actually having someone here." He said looking away.

"You sure that was all..?

"What more do you want me to say?" He asked as he hopped over to the bed.

"Tell me you wanted it, too..."

"I don't know what I want." He said honestly as he fell on the bed, rolling onto his back. His shirt riding up, showing off his muscled stomach.

Berwald sat back on the bed next to him. "The way you touched me, it made my desires aflame."

"I'm sorry." He said looking up at his ceiling.

He rolled over and snuggled up to him, shivering. "I'm cold."

"Huh..." he sighed. "You always get your way, Danmark."

"What do you mean?" He asked, hugging himself.

Berwald bit his bottom lip and turned around to stare at Soren. He leaned in closer, his lips meeting Soren's in a heart-driven kiss.

The Dane was shocked but relaxed into the kiss, kissing back with just as much passion.

Berwald began shedding layers of clothing until he was down to nothing but a pair of mud-caked pants. He leaned over Soren, pushing him down to the bed.

He pressed his hands firmly on Soren's chest, moving them down to unbuckle his belt and slide his pants off. He pulled his mouth back, breathless. "No underwear?" He lowly chuckled.

Soren smirked. "I like my cock to have some breathing room." He chuckled and spread his legs, putting his knees on either side of his thighs.

He smirked. "I bet it likes to have other things, too." He moved his mouth from Soren's neck, down his chest and tense stomach and to his crotch, wrapping his mouth around the tip of the Dane's manhood. He slowly started sucking on it, still looking up at Soren.

He arched and moaned loudly, lacing his fingers into the Swede's hair.

He moved his mouth more around, up and down and slightly faster than beforehand. Berwald curled his fingers around the middle of Soren's hardened shaft, firmly stroking it.

Soren threw his head back and screamed out in pleasure, tugging at his hair. He bucked his hips and arched into him. "SVE!" He moaned loudly.

He did as those eager hips prompted him to do and put a bit more pressure and speed to his motions.

He screamed out, begging for more; he hadn't been touched like this in forever. "YES! AHHHHH! YES!" He screamed.

Berwald gladly obliged to his wishes.

It wasn't long before he came hard arching painfully. "SVE!"

He finally pulled away right after swallowing. He licked his lips like a hungry dog, bending over to give Soren a taste of himself with a wet kiss.

Soren kissed him deeply, moaning. That was so hot, he wanted more, needed more. He hadn't been touched in months.

Berwald pulled away, gasping for breath. He got up off the bed, backing towards the bathroom and opening the door. He had a 'come hither' look on his face and gestured with his index finger for Soren to follow him.

He chuckled. "Um, kinda cant. Did we forget?" He said motioning to his foot.

He laughed. "I know, I know. But I'll bet you'll feel much better...I promise…"

"Why don't you come get me? If you want me so badly. I could barely walk after that much less hop." He smiled at him.

"Heheh.., fine then." He lazily strolled over, lifting Soren up and wrapping his legs around him. "Better?"

"Much." He said wrapping his arms around his neck and leaning forward and trailed his lips down his neck, sucking on his pulse.

"I'll get straight to it then." He went back into the bathroom, Den straddling his hips. The mere rubbing his pace created between him and Soren teased his member very sensitively. He let one arm loose to turn on the shower and unstrip with one hand. The hot water created a mist of steam, but what he had planned would fog it the mirrors even more.

Soren kissed and lapped at his neck and chest, grazing it with his teeth.

"Stop taunting me," he said under a moan. He pinned Soren's backside and wrists against the tiles of the shower wall. He pressed himself against the other, his lips brushing the moist skin on Soren's neck.

Soren moaned loudly wrapping his legs around him tightly. "Now who's being a tease?" He panted, grinding his hips against the other's.

"We should do this more often." Berwald licked Soren's neck and sucked on his skin while leaving a red bite mark when he finished. He bucked his hips up into Soren, being more of a tease than he was.

"AHHHHHH! " He moaned, moving back into him and rubbing up against his cock. "Please. I need you..." He moaned.

"I hope you're a screamer..."

"I guess you'll have to find out." He panted.

"This is going to be fun." He rubbed his member against the Dane's before sliding down and ramming himself inside.

He screamed out in pleasure, clawing at his back.

"Make me bleed, Danmark." He pushed and pulled himself in and out as the shower water beat down on them, slickening their bodies.

The Dane ran his nails down his back, drawing blood as he met his every thrust. He held him close as he devoured his lips, biting and sucking on his bottom one as he arched and moaned deeply.

Berwald grunted and groaned like a fierce animal. Every deepened thrust brought him closer and closer to his climax. The minutes ticked by until he went as fast as he could, about to come.

Soren screamed out feeling close. He tightened his inner walls around the Swede's cock as he arched.

He tilted his head back and almost screamed from his release. He rode out his orgasm, slowly pulling out after he finished.

Soren screamed out Berwald's name as he came, arching into him. He clung to him panting.

"Sköna..." he whispered into Soren's ear, nuzzling his neck and catching his breath.

He chuckled. "Du er fantastisk." He breathed.

"Tack," Berwald leaned up against the glass sliding door of the shower. He turned the nozzle off, the water ceasing to fall down on them. He stepped out and dried off with a towel out of the cupboard. Wrapping it around his waist, he went back out into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed.

"Seriously, do you keep forgetting about my ankle." Soren yelled, pissed.

"Sorry," he slowly sat back up and went back to grab Soren. "C'mon." He held out his arms to him.

He sighed and leaned into his arms, shivering from the cold.

Berwald carried him over to the bed and laid him down and pulled the warm sheets over him. He sat next to him, still wrapped in his towel.

"Come to bed. You don't have to be so standoffish." He said, smiling at him.

"I could use some sleep," he yawned as he snuggled underneath the covers.

Soren snuggled up close to him, curling his body around him and laying his head on his chest. "You're not going to disappear in the morning are you?" He muttered sleepily.

"I don't think I will."

"Good." He said as he closed his eyes dozing off.

The Swede did the same. He gazed over once at his glasses still sitting on the end table and back at Soren before shutting his eyes and resting peacefully for the rest of the night.