The night passed by and morning soon arose. The sun wasn't fogged out by the seasonal winter sky for once. The Dane sighed and stretched like a cat waking up. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled at the other. He gently leaned forward and trailed feather light kisses up his chest and neck.

"Morning," he groggily whispered.

"Morning." He chuckled, smiling widely, propping his chin up on his chest.

"Sleep well?"

"Yeah, you?" He asked lazily, running his fingertips slowly up the Swede's side.

His skin twitched. "Ja, I rested fine." Berwald looked over at the alarm clock and was shocked to see what time it was. "It's almost midday. I didn't realize we slept that long." He rubbed his eyes and sat up. "We have that meeting! Fuck!"

"Shit! I forgot!" He said as he moved off him and groaned. "My ankle hurts like a mother fucker." He sighed, sitting up. "I need clothes."

"H-hold on, I'll grab them out of the closet." Berwald rushed around the house. The meeting was in an hour and they were about twice as much of a drive away. "Here, get your clothes on." He ran out of the hall to grab his own clothes from the hamper. He stumbled and fell flat on his rear-end trying to tie up his boots. "You almost ready?" We gotta go right now, Den."

Soren nodded, pulling his jacket on and having only one boot on. "We can take my car. It will be all right, Sve." He smiled at him.

"Ja.." he said while he was still fastening his clothing and jacket. He ran back over to Soren and prompted him to get ready faster.

"I'm ready. I can't put my other boot on." He said holding his arms open for Sve to pick him up.

"C'mon, we'll put it on in the car," he reached down and carried Soren and the other boot out to the car. "Fuck. Keys!" He ran back inside after buckling Soren in.. Berwald came back in a hurry and jumped in the car. "Of course it won't start. Why would it -" He slammed his fist on the steering wheel and tried to get the ignition working. Finally, the engine roared when he stomped his foot on the gas. "Hold on, Den." He sped off out of the open garage and down the back of the house where the highway peered off.

"Fuck! Slow down, don't crash my car!" He yelled. "My boot won't go on cause of my ankle."

He placed a hand soothingly on the blonde's arm. "Calm down, Sve. It'll be okay."

"You do realize how important this meeting is, yes?" He sped up even more and prayed that no law enforcement pulled him over.

"I do, but we won't make it at all if we're dead!" Soren yelled, clutching at his arm.

"We'll be fine. There's no traffic out here!" Berwald tightened his gloved hands on the wheel and had his foot pressed so hard on the gas, it hurt. "It's a straight shoot from A to B. At least the weather's let up."

"Fine. Just don't kill my car. I hardly ever use it!" he said, frowning a bit.

"Ja, ja. Got it." He continued down the road for close to an hour without letting off the gas. "It's almost 1 o'clock. We have 10 minutes to get our asses in those seats."

"You're going to have to carry me," Soren told him, unbuckling as they parked.

Berwald hopped out of the car and dodged over to the other side to get Soren. "Hurry, please! Let's go!" He reached his arms out and grabbed him and slammed the car doors shut. "Can you try and walk?"

"I can't. I'm sorry, babe!" He said biting his lip, clinging to him.

"Gah, fine. I'll help you walk." He draped his arm around Soren's waist, one limping and the other nearly dragging him as he quickly jolted into the building. They got in the room, all the other nations chit-chatting. "We made it," Berwald looked at the clock ticking. They had five minutes to spare.

Soren winced a bit as he made it to his seat. "Thank you." He said smiling as he sat down.

Some of the other countries eyed them down a bit. It was peculiar for those two to be acting so...close...to each other. If they weren't avoiding one another or threatening death, then it was very odd.

Soren settled into his seat, making sure his ankle was cushioned and not hurting. "Go." He told Sve.

"What do you mean?"

"To your seat. I'm fine." He chuckled, motioning to the seat a bit a-ways from him.

"I'm fine right here, Danmark, thank you."

"Okay." He said shrugging as the meeting started.

The meeting soon started. Everyone sat in that dreadful meeting for hours. It was close to dinner time for most, so they wrapped it up and everyone went their separate ways or they went outside to have uttered conversations. "Danmark, you need help?" Berwald asked as he sat up out of his chair.

"Yeah, we need to get me some crutches, I'm sure you're getting tired of carrying me everywhere." He chuckled as pushed out his seat with his good foot and turned to Sve for help.

He bent over and whispered, "I don't mind, even here." He winked at him and cleared his throat. "But yes, let's get you crutches. We can stop at the drug store on our way home."

He nodded and leaned on him as he stood up on one foot. "Everyone is going to know about my divorce anyway so I don't really care what they say." He smiled at the Swede.

"People don't expect us to be together, though."

"Fuck what people expect. I don't care." He said looking up at him.

"I know, but we might get treated differently because of it. Things could go awry, you know. We're supposed to be as-is and if anyone finds out, we could face all-out war...Because... we weren't supposed to get along from the start. Anyone figures out we're lovers or even the slightest suspicion in their head that makes them think we're even fuck buddies, they'll be in an uproar. It's like an unbalance with them."

He looked at him so confused; just when he thought things would get better, and he would be happy. "Things change. People change. It's not that uncommon for 'enemies' to fall in love. I don't care what they think. I want to be with you," he said, his eyes full of determination and devotion.

The room was empty to where they could both speak freely. "I do, too. But what if something really wrong happens?"

"Then we will deal with it together." He said with a smile and placed a hand on his cheek.

Berwald blushed. "I trust you. Let's go get something to eat. I'm starved."

He nodded and wrapped his arm around him for support. "First crutches, then lunch," he laughed.

"You're so clingy," Berwald joked.

"Well, I tend to do that with my lovers. I like everyone to know what's mine." He smirked at him as they started out the room, Soren limping and wincing.

"Understandable. So, what do you want for lunch, Den?"

"Don't care. You pick," he said.

"Alright then. I know a nice coffee shop in town if you wish to venture that far on your bad foot," Berwald lifted him up and helped him walk back outside.

"Well, you could always carry me." Soren chuckled and wrapped his arms around his neck, holding on tightly.

Berwald rolled his eyes. "Come on." They got in the car, Berwald putting his foot to the gas very speedily. He drove steadily, trying to start some conversation to break the ice. "So Den, how's your foot feeling?"

"Ummm, okay I guess. It's sort of throbbing but I guess that's from the walking," he said, massaging it gently.

"That's good," he smiled, "So what did you think of the meeting?"

"Boring as hell," Soren said, grimacing.

Berwald snickered. "Agreed. But it's important, you know. I can't believe they agreed with me on my environmental protection act. I'd think at least the rest of the countries would disapprove."

"Why would they? You had sound research and a sound argument." He said, hissing as he pulled his foot up. It was extremely swollen.

"Your foot looks pretty bad. I'll have to get a few more things while we're in town."

"Okay." He said frowning. It hurt like a motherfucker.

"I can get something to go at the coffee shop if it's hurting you that bad, Soren." Berwald looked really worried at the sight of the swelling.

"It's not that bad. It just needs some rest." He said with a smile.

"I'm taking you to a doctor. That's not good, Den. That swelling is what's making your foot so uncomfortable in your boot. Looks like there might be something worse."

"Fine. Take me to the doctor." He said with a sigh.

"I never understood why you hardly ever cared for yourself...I always remembered you stumbling home and just patching yourself up with ripped cloth and a glass of Akvavit, bleeding out all over the place as it were..."

He shrugged. "No one ever cared."

Berwald sighed, breathing out of his nostrils. "I just thought you were careless about your physical well-being was all. I'm sure someone had to care."

"No." He said shaking his head.

"Hmm...I would have helped if you asked. But I guess you let your pride get the best of you."

"Yeah, sometimes."

"You wouldn't change that, would you..?"

"Why?" He asked looking up at him curiously.

"No reason. It's just...I don't know...You seem like you would let go of certain aspects of your life that might be hurting you...and I don't want you to be hurt, especially by yourself. I know all too well that destruction can kill someone, but it hurts you for the rest of your life, knowing what you've done to others, more or less to yourself…"

"If given a reason, I would change," Soren said honestly.

"Would you change something for me, then?"

"Depends." he said, knitting his brows.

Berwald looked ahead of the open road in front of him, the highway unusually quiet for rush-hour traffic. "Promise me you'll take better care of yourself; because now you have someone who does care for you."

He looked at him, shocked. "Um... okay… I'll try..."

"Tack," he solemnly replied. "We're here. I'll help you out," Berwald stepped out of the car and to the other side.

Soren unbuckled and opened the door, turning around and waiting for Sweden.

"Hold on tight." Berwald grabbed and lifted Soren up from under his arms and threw him over his back like a sleeping child. They went inside the small medical office, looking unusual for someone coming in looking like they were. The nurses behind the front desk looked puzzled as Berwald approached them, asking for sign-in and medical information papers. He took the clipboard in one hand and placed Soren down in a chair. "Fill this out," he said, handing the pen and clipboard to the Dane.

"Tack," he grabbed the clipboard and handed it back to one of the nurses up front. A few minutes later, another nurse called Soren back to see the doctor.

"Want me to go with you?" Berwald asked, gently grasping ahold of Soren's wrist.

"Of course," he said, waiting for him to pick him up.

Berwald smiled and helped Berwald to the back in one of the small patient rooms. They waited a few more minutes for the physician to arrive. Finally, a doctor walked in, flipping through Soren's papers on the chart he was holding. He checked over his medical history and assessed the damage done to Soren's ankle.

"We'll have to take an x-ray," he said, "It looks like it's fractured."

"Shit." Soren said pouting, looking at his foot. Stupid fucking snow.

The doctor and his medical assistant went about and helped Soren into the x-ray room. Berwald had to stay out of the room, but he looked back through the large window at the other end. He smiled at Soren; a smile that assured him everything was going to be ok. When the doctor was done, the assistant came back with some crutches for Soren to use, and helped him stumble his way out.

More time passed and the doctor came back with the results. Putting them on the x-ray screen, he pointed out the parts of Soren's ankle that were fractured and split. It didn't look good. The injury was progressively getting worse without proper treatment.

"We'll put him in a cast and splint for now, but if he doesn't show any sign of healing within the next six weeks or so, he'll have to undergo surgery in order to fix the afflicted area."

Soren bit his lip nervously. Shit. He was going to be so fucking useless for the next couple of months. He clasped his hands together nervously and nodded.

"But that's only saying if your body doesn't heal up on its own. You're in good health besides some signs of smaller past injuries."

He nodded. "Okay. That's good. So what do we do now?" He asked nervously.

"I'll put a cast and splint around it. All you have to do is take it really easy and keep it elevated."

He frowned. "Easier said than done."

"I'll write you a prescription for some painkillers. That should keep your nerves at ease, Mr. Mikkelsen." The doctor pulled out a script pad and wrote down the dosage and type of medicine to take. He signed it off and handed the slip of paper to Soren.

Soren took the paper and put it in his pocket."Sounds awesome."

Berwald was sitting in the patient room when he heard the door open. "So, what's the damage?"

"Fractured. Cast and splint," He said as he came in and sat down.

"I figured. What did the doctor say about it?" Berwald was waiting for more paperwork to help fill out.

"Rest, keep it elevated and come back in six weeks." He replied

"Ok. How...how bad is it?"

"Not that bad. It could have been worse."

"You sure?" Berwald was suspicious. He knew that something else was up by the way Soren looked.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Soren said, smiling at him.

"Alright then. Let's get you something to eat. You seem a bit peckish."

"Yeah. Can you still carry me? The cast is heavy."

He huffed and rolled his eyes again. "Isn't that what your crutches are for, Den?"

"Fine," Soren said, standing up and stumbling a bit as he adjusted them. "I'm going to break my leg with these stupid things," he grumbled.

"You'll get used to them," Berwald handed in the rest of the papework and walked over to hold the door open. "Besides, it was getting a bit tiring carrying you everywhere."

"Ah, great you're calling me fat and we've only be together for two days," He said sarcastically as he walked out on his crutches.

"Oh, hush," he smacked Soren on the behind as they walked out.

"Hey, watch it! I'm very liable to go timber." He whined.

"Pfft, you're funny. I'll just have to catch you then." They got into the car and drove back further to the middle of town.

"So where we going?" He asked from the backseat, his leg stretched out.

"You got a prescription, right? If you do, we'll go to the pharmacy first and then the coffee place if you still want to."

"Yeah, I do have a prescription." He said, leaning back.

"Good. I'll take us there and while they're filling it, we can get some food. Sound good?"

"Yes," He said with a smile as his stomach rumbled.

Berwald looked into the rearview mirror, smiling before turning his sights back to the intersection. "It's just down the street, Den."

"Kay." He said as he looked out the window.

Berwald pulled in and placed the prescription. In the meantime, they went and ate for about an hour, later picking up what Soren needed. When they got home, it was pitch black outside. Not even any moonlight or stars in the sky. Not even any snow. It was a dead night with the only source of light on the backroads being the fluorescent headlights on the car.

Soren unbuckled himself and waited for Sve to get the car door. "It's fucking cold," he said, shivering.

"I know. We'll be inside by the fireplace soon enough," Berwald assured him as he helped him into the house.

Soren nodded and limped into the house, flopping down on the couch.

Berwald shut the door behind him and hung his coat on the coat rack. He kicked the snow off his squeaky leather boots and left them by the mat in the kitchen. He walked into the living room and tossed some firewood into the fireplace and with the swipe of match upon some lighter fluid, it went ablaze in the small pit. He sat down next to Soren on the couch and laid his head back, shutting his eyes.

"Hey, no going to sleep just yet. I have plans," Soren said as he shed his coat and started to undo his belt.

"Oh?" His brow perked, eyes still closed.

"Oh yes," he said as he undid his pants and pulled them down, past his knees.

Hearing the rustling of clothing, Berwald opened his eyes and from the tone of Soren's voice, knew exactly why he wasn't permitted to drift off quite yet.

"I might be in a cast but I can still fuck your brains out," he said with a chuckle as he stroked himself. "Now, disrobe and get in my lap."

Berwald licked and bit his bottom lip, eyeing the half-naked Dane from head to toe. He started unzipping his pants and slowly unbuttoned his black dress shirt, his bare chest fully visible. He sat in Soren's lap, one leg on each side of the other. Putting his arms around Soren's neck, he kissed him, tongue deep down the other's throat.

Soren grinded their hips together and pulled him close, sucking and biting at the Swede's tongue. He battled his with his own and massaged the muscle as he kissed him deeply. After a bit, he pulled back for breath, moving his lips down his neck, sucking and biting at his pulse.

He moaned lightly, his eyes rolling back as they closed again. Berwald grabbed onto Soren's shirt collar, moving his hands in a light clawing motion as they slid down the Dane's chest.

Soren smirked and shifted, rubbing the tip of his cock against his entrance and positioned himself, before placing his hands on Sve's shoulders. He thrusted up while his hands slammed him down, going deep. He moaned deeply, arching up.

Berwald let out a deep groan and wrapped his arms tightly around Soren. He dug his fingers into Soren's back and around his neck. His back curved in and his stomach muscles tightened up.

Soren pulled him close and devoured his lips as he thrusted into him rapidly, shifting and hitting his prostate dead on, "SVE!" He moaned in pleasure.

Berwald took a fistful of Soren's hair and entwined his fingers in it for something to hold on to better. He tossed his head back and roared like a lion. His backside and pelvis tingled and stung all at once.

He continued to pound into his prostate, biting, sucking and lapping at his flesh and nipples.

He hadn't pushed to such a pleasurable edge in a very long time; at least not being subject to penetration since he was with his other lover. His toes curled and his face blushed bright red.

Soren moaned and screamed out his pleasure, slamming into him with all his strength, teasing him head on.

"D-den," he huffed, "I...about to..." He shivered and squirmed.

"Cum... for... me... babe..." He growled, so close himself.

Berwald bit his lip and arched his back right when he fully released himself. His loud bellow confirmed his finish. Those bright cheeks of his dulled down, flushed. He leaned against Soren, nuzzling his neck and panting. He loosened his fingers from Soren's hair and draped his arms on his backside.

Soren came hard not long after, screaming his release and Berwald's name. He leaned back on the couch, panting. He reached up and pushed some hair out of Sve's face and smiled at him.

"Kiss..." Berwald purred.

He pulled him down into a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue into his mouth and explored every nook and cranny.

"Mmm..." Berwald pulled away and moved off of Den, his legs very weak. He pulled his pants back on and sat back, quite exhausted.

"How do you feel?" He asked, just laying there, smiling at him.

"Mmm...good..."

He laughed. "Good to know I still got it. Even when I'm injured."

Sve was very tired. He hadn't been so worn out in that way for a good long while.

"Shall we go to bed?"He asked.

"Ja." He almost fell over on Soren.

Soren laughed. "Hey... I need you to help me up the stairs." He said as he steaded Sve. "I'm the one injured here..." He chuckled

Berwald groaned and tried to keep his eyes open. He held out his arms around Soren and threw him over his shoulder like a rag doll.

"HEY! I'M NOT A SACK OF POTATOES!," Denmark yelled, frowning and squirming. "Be careful!"

"Shush up, you big baby," Berwald smacked him on the behind like the whiny child he was being at the moment.

"STOP THAT!" He grumbled, squirming more.

He just chuckled as he walked to the bed chamber at the end of the hallway. He laid Soren down on the bed gently enough. Berwald crawled in himself, setting his glasses on the same table he always did, following the same bedtime routine per usual.

"You're such a fucking brute." Soren frowned, looking up at the Swede.

"God natt," he whispered, kissing Soren on the forehead.

"I wore you out that quickly?" He asked, smirking.

Berwald moaned lightly and laid his head on the pillow, falling asleep.

Soren laughed and snuggled up close to him, nuzzling his chest and closed his eyes.