Berwald blinked a few times as he woke up, taking in everything in view and the sounds of the birds outside in the morning. He smiled and sighed, rolling over and wrapping his arms around-

Nothing.

Tino was gone. His arm met with the bottom bed sheet as no one lay next to him; confusion filled his head as he wondered where his little Finn was,

Oh right, he left me…

The bitter memory overthrew the happiness that the beautiful morning had brought,

Sweden buried his head back in his pillow, and planned to stay there all day… For the ninth time, He'd spent all day in bed being depressed about Finland, he hadn't eaten in ten days and hated going to sleep because of the tricks memory played on him when he woke up, like it had done this morning.

He knew Tino probably wasn't going to come back. But still, he planned on staying in bed until he did come back.

After a while laid down in thought, there was a knock at the door, Berwald dismissed this to be a post man or someone he didn't really care about, so ignored the door.

Until he heard a key go in the lock and twist, opening the door…

"he's back!" Sweden though, immediately sitting up and getting out of bed, throwing on a dressing gown as he ran to the stairs, ready to see his little Tino, there, wanting to be in his arms.

But no. He was met with the presence of a spikey haired annoying Dane, who was busy looking around the house.

"Wow, this place is a mess!" Matthias stated as he took into note the lack of cleaning and dirt building up which the Swede normally hated to see and would clean almost every day, also dirty washing was piled up in front of the washing machine, in general it looked like the place had just been abandoned.

Sweden didn't even bother asking why the Dane was in his house, in disappointment, he slumped back up the stairs.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Matthias ran up the stairs after Sweden.

"B'd" Sweden mumbled as he went back into the bedroom and crawled under the covers and pulling them over his head

"You're acting like a 7 year old emo" Matthias said, trying to pull the covers off

Too exhausted and depressed to care, Berwald let the covers go.

"Why 're ya here 'nyway?" Berwald asked

"I heard about Tino, and no one has seen you in days, so I thought I better check on you"

Sweden stared at the Dane, Everyone knew about Tino and at the thought of it Berwald's eyes filled with tears.

"It's okay" Denmark said, kneeling on the bed next to Berwald, without thinking Berwald leapt forward at the Dane almost knocking him off the bed, and burst out crying into his chest

Matthias wasn't expecting the outburst from the Swede, especially not crying. He hadn't seen Berwald cry since he was little…

"shhh, It's okay, You'll be okay… I'll look after you" Denmark spoke soothing words to the Swede, trying to make him feel better, which kind of helped…

Sweden was glad he had someone to be around, someone who said they would "look after" him… But Denmark? Out of all people why did the annoying Danish man he often fought with have to be the one who was now here, saying he was going to look after him?

Sweden's crying slowly died down and he laid his head back on the pillow, Denmark grinned at him

"I'll even help you clean up! Sound good?" Denmark said

Sweden nodded and let slip a small smile, which Denmark caught sight of, making his grin even bigger as he hopped off the bed and went back down stairs,

Sweden slowly followed the Dane, watching as Matthias could stride so proudly almost anywhere, even in someone else's house acting like he belonged there.

This level of confidence was something Sweden admired in the Dane, but he'd always say it was just Denmark acting like he owns the place, as usual…

Once at the bottom of the stairs Denmark placed his hands on his hips and looked around.

"Where shall we start?" Matthias laughed, Sweden shrugged, Denmark seemed way too happy about cleaning, but really Denmark was just happy that Sweden hadn't just pushed him away and was actually spending time with him.

But Sweden shook away that possibility and pointed to the mess in the living room, And it was a mess, when Finland left the Swede had lost it and had taken it all out on the living room, the couch was flipped over, the mirror and TV were both in pieces, and everything else was just thrown about.

"Wow…" Denmark said, surveying the mess, but then the smile returned to his face "We better get started!"

Firstly Denmark and Sweden worked together to put the couch back in the right place,

"We can get a new mirror and TV some time…" Denmark said as he cleaned up the million pieces of mirror scattered along the floor

Sweden smiled "..looks like 'm going t' have a lot 'f bad luck f' breaking that…"

Denmark found the sorrow in the Swedes voice, and so tipped the bits of mirror into the bin and went over to the Swede "Hey" he said punching the Swedes shoulder gently "You'll be fine, I told you, don't get all superstitious over a little broken mirror"

After a nod from Berwald, Matthias then went back to picking things up off the floor and putting them in their rightful place, and putting anything beyond repair in the bin which was a large black bin bag,

After a while of day dreaming and watching the Dane clean up,

"We should d' this more 'ften" Sweden said, Matthias turned his head and looked at the Swede with a very large grin on his face, but then turned it in to sarcasm

"Sure I'd love to clear up your house more often!" Denmark laughed , Sweden rolled his eyes and smiled at the typical Dane, then threw a couch pillow at the back of the Danes head.

"'M gonna go get dressed" Sweden stated, turning around to walk out of the room

"kay" Matthias said, throwing the pillow at the back of the Swedes head playfully

Sweden smiled and made his way back up the stairs, grabbing out the usual clothing items and putting them on

Maybe having Denmark here won't be so bad after all…

"I think that's enough for today" Denmark said proudly as Sweden came back into the living room, seeing everything was tidy as if nothing had ever happened, with a few obvious items missing like the TV and the mirror but what remained looked brand new.

"Want a brew?" Denmark smiled at the swede, Berwald nodded

"'f ya making" he said calmly, taking a seat on the couch to relax, Denmark went into the kitchen to make some coffee, Sweden peered around the corner to watch the Dane…

How Denmark made coffee was the same way Finland made it… then again it was probably Denmark who taught Finland how to do it, Sweden thought if he watched Norway and Iceland they probably make it the same way as well,

Berwald shook his head "nobody has style to how they make coffee, no wonder Denmark and Finland do it the same way, I should stop being melodramatic" he thought

Denmark swayed his hips from side to side cheerfully in time with stirring the spoon around the coffee, with a smile on his face…

Sweden blinked a couple of times as he realised he was staring at Denmark's ass, he whipped his head around to look back into the living room as Denmark came back in with two cups of coffee

"thanks" Sweden said, taking his cup of coffee. Denmark sat down next to the Swede and drank his coffee.

"You feeling any better?" Denmark asked, Sweden nodded in response…

Denmark sighed and smiled "Good"

After a while, finishing his cup he then stood up "I better be getting home"

As Denmark started to walk away Sweden grabbed his hand

"d'n go…" Sweden whispered

"Well I can't stay…"

"Y' can"

"Where would I sleep?" Denmark laughed

"Couch" Sweden said quickly

"Right because I'd choose your couch over my big comfy bed" Denmark said sarcasticly

"please… I want you t' stay… I d'n wanna b' alone" Sweden mumbled looking at his feet, as if he was ashamed to admit it

Denmark stared confused at the Swede, who normally would fight with him and who walked away from him, now asking him to stay, Denmark didn't know how to react. So for a while there was silence…

"…You left me… Why should I stay with you?" Denmark asked quietly, smile gone.

Sweden had tears in his eyes for the third time today

"A know how ya feel now Den… Finland's left me… I left you… A know how you must of felt now. Please stay…"

Denmark shook his head rapidly "It's Different! You didn't do anything to Finland! He just left! I was a dick to you! I deserved it!" he yelled, Sweden wasn't expecting Denmark to shout, especially when he started crying

Denmark sunk back onto the couch "I'm a horrible person… Everyone left me… And today I have no one…" he sobbed

Berwald looked at the Dane, half feeling sorry for him, half thinking Denmark probably did deserve it

Denmark wiped away a tear and looked at the Swede "How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?"

"Never thought ya meant it" Sweden whispered "Ya always look s' happy, like ya don't care, like ya live with no regrets"

Denmark smiled and shook his head "I meant it… every time… from the day after you left up to now… I always meant it… I am, really, sorry…" Denmark started to sob again,

Berwald realised how broken the Dane was underneath and how regretful he really was.

Berwald cupped Matthias's cheek and stroked away a tear "Ya wear that happy mask of yours so well ya got the whole world believing you're the worlds happiest nation.." Their eyes met, looking at each other for the first time in centuries.

"'m sorry I never believed you…" Berwald pulled the Dane into a hug "…please stay…"

Denmark closed his eyes tight and hugged the Swede back, "..okay" Denmark whispered, sobbing into his shoulder

Berwald pulled him so that Matthias was laid between his legs with his head on Berwald's chest

"S'Okay" Sweden said, stroking the Danes uncontrollable hair comfortingly

Once the tears had stopped Denmark pulled his head up from the large wet patch on the Swedes shirt, as he sat up their faces were inches apart, and for a couple of seconds, both gazing into each other's eyes

Denmark blushed and pulled away fully, sitting back normally on the couch

Sweden was blushing as well, "Ill go get ya a spare blanket.." He said to avoid awkward silence, Denmark nodded and Sweden walked out of the room quickly

He went in the bedroom and got out the spare blankets before walking back down the stairs to find the Dane already fast asleep on his couch, he laid the blanket over him and smiled.

For a while Sweden sat and read contently on the floor next to the couch, giving an odd glance at the sleeping nation.

Then he slowly got up leaving his book on the coffee table, he stroked the Danes hair again and whispered "A remember when I was small… when I wanted t' be just like you… Ya used t' be my hero ya know…" Sweden laughed on the last part, and then he went out of the room and went to bed

Meanwhile a very large smile had crept onto Denmark's face