I do not own hetalia... never did .. never will... this is written for entertainment only... plus I dedicate this to Sve for helping me write it.. couldn't have done it with out you!

Sweden lifted his paper to read it. He had just took a sip of his own coffee. He enjoyed his quiet mornings especially since he was working. Berwald didn't want to admit it but he liked Paris. It was loud, the people were busy, it was romantic, and he enjoyed the food. The thing that annoyed him was the smell. He could do without that. He wasn't getting much sleep he thought as he yawned. He wasn't in his house and his bed was a little to short for him. His feet hung off the edge and the mattress was hard, not only that but he had to share the home with three other nations. He would have rathered stayed in a hotel.

He was greatful he never had to see the other nations, he like his mornings to be a little on the private side, to collect his thoughts. Their confrences were at different times. He didn't even care to know the names of the ones he was staying with, he'd rather be home with Peter and Tino. Despite all that, Sweden did find , he enjoyed the random left overs with his name posted on them, of course he always enjoyed a home cooked meal. Since he was at an early weapons meeting until mid afternoon and had a late medical research seminar to attend to for the remainder of the time, it almost felt like home to open the fridge and see a beer with a yellow post-it with his name on it, and a meal wrapped sitting next to it with a note that said, Hope you had a good day... Enjoy.

Berwald heard soft bare feet make their way down the stairs. He peeked over the top of the paper to see who was disturbing his morning ritual. Familiar blonde hair and green eyes smiled at him. He was surprised to see Belgium here. Sweden raises a blonde eyebrow as his greenish blue eyes followed her small form. She was wearing a cotton tank top with matching flannel pants. It had tiny yellow ducks patterned over a dark blue back ground. She rummaged for a coffee cup in the cupboards. He watched her quietly.

She found a coffee mug that suited her and poured herself a cup. "Ta..." She bit her lower lip. "Thank you. Sorry I can't remember if it's Tack right?" She gave him a sleepy soft smile. He smiled at her kind gesture to say thank you in his own language. "Yer w'lcome." She pulled a chair and set down to his left. Belgium wasn't really intemidated by the other countries, in fact she was always nice and seemed to always have a smile on her face no matter what the situation was. He had to give her a little credit for her bravery. Most people would slink back or sit across from him. Not her, she practically sat next to him and curled up into her chair. "Are you enjoying Paris?" She asked quietly and cheerfully. He nodded his head with a slight smile. "It's a beautiful city. I usually come here for a vacation. It's lovely and romantic even for those without romance." She chuckled dryly at her own joke. He blinked in surprise and blushed slightly. He wasn't the only one who enjoyed the romantic part of the city. If Tino was here, he'd probably make excuses not to do much. Sweden sighed. He really wished Tino would enjoy himself more.

"Well I hope you like the house. I asked France to loan it to me when ever I'm in Paris. You can say this is my second home. I even asked him to pull up a roster for me so I'd know who all I was staying with this time, I actually have to say I was a little joyed to see your name on the list. At least I'd have someone to say hi to." As his mental wheels turned, it didn't take him long to figure out the mystery person leaving him the left overs and the notes. Belgium was always taking care of everyone and asking nothing in return. Hearing all that Belgium just told him he smiled again and relaxed a little. "Are you hungry", she asked with bright green eyes. He shook his head. "But if yer hung'ry then e't." It was always hard to understand him, but she got used to it a long time ago.

She waved a hand dismissively. "No, I'm good. I'll have my coffee which is really good by the way." He had to give her a slight smile. She chuckled. "Are you going to tour Paris while you're here? ." He didn't really think about it. He shook his head. "Oh well then come with me... I'm afraid of heights but I still want to visit the Eiffel Tower." Sweden blinked a few times. No one ever invited him to do anything exciting. Berwald blushed with a slight hue of pink in his cheeks. "I'll be br'nging P'ter w'th me." He stated, expecting her to say no for some reason. She clapped her hands instead. "Awesome! I love him! He's such a riot!" Her face was full of excitement. "Ja, he's a g'od k'd." He chuckled looking down at Belgium who blushed looking away. He raised an eyebrow, did she just blush he wondered to himself. "He's always sweet when he comes over for the weekend", she continued as she stared at her cup.

Berwald was a little disturbed to hear those words. "I d'dnt know you w'tched him." She nodded with a surprise look on her face. He guessed she probably thought he knew. "I always watch him on the weekends, he's always getting chocolates an other goodies from me. Not to mention, he usually goes with me on my deliveries, so he gets to do some traveling." Sweden was a little saddened to hear that. His son wasn't talking to him again. He had a habbit of doing that when Tino and himself weren't getting along. Berwald sighed giving Bel some concern.

"What's wrong?" Belgium asked looking up from her coffee cup. Berwald just shook his head. "Everything ok at home?" She paused a moment and then realized what she'd just asked. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry! You don't have to answer that. I didn't mean to pry." Her face turned a slight dust of pink. She actually looked kind of cute he thought. "Nej, its alr'ght. T'no 'nd I are f'ne. I'm just surprised P'ter d'dn't tell me 'bout this." Sweden looked down at his empty coffee cup. It startled him to see coffee being poured back into it. He nodded. Berwald really didn't like speaking, and he did enjoy her doing all the talking. Her accent was lovely. Her cheeks when they filled with color looked wonderful, and her eyes lit up when she looked at him. It lightened his heart to see how they shined.

Tino would glance away or not talk that much. It depressed Berwald because he was never one to speak and Tino would avoid conversation most of the time. It was a nice change to have someone not recoil back and open up conversation without hesitation. Berwald even with the surprising news that his son wasn't talking to him, was still smiling. She went on about how her and Sealand went on hot air balloon trips with Italy, and how her and him met Denmark at the amusement park. She even pulled out a photo from the desk in the common's room and came back with it. Sealand was sitting on Denmark's shoulders while Bel stood next to them making a funny face.

His eyes and heart sank a little more. His son looked happier with his uncle then he did with him. "You know he talks about you non stop." Belgium's sweet voice broke his train of thought. Berwald glanced up with his mouth slightly gapped open. "H..he does?" She nodded with a heart warming smile. Sweden even held his breath for a moment. "That's why I think it'll be great that you bring him with us. Besides I really get nervous with heights and I want to see the city at night but if something came up or ... " She looked away, a little brighter red. He had to chuckle again. "It's f'ne. I alr'dy said I wuld." Belgium got up and hugged him. "Berwald you just made my whole trip!"

Berwald got a whiff of her vanilla perfume. She smelled nice he thought as she wrapped her soft arms around his neck. He stiffened. Bel took it as a bad thing and immediatly let go and apologized, but it was the complete opposit. He wasn't used to someone reaching out for him and willingly touching him, other than Sealand of course. Sweden's back stiffened because of the sudden surprise, before he could reach for her she was already back in her chair. "Sorry.. I.. got a little excited." She rubbed the back of her head and sipped her coffee shyly. Her red cheeks really brought out her eyes. Sweden wasn't a fool. He could tell when someone liked someone by their facial expressions and how they acted. He could tell she liked him and he thought it was adorable and puzzled by it at the same time. No one ever liked him. Sweden found enjoyment in this and decided he wasn't going to tell Tino anything. Berwald didn't know how he'd react. Besides they were fighting and it was nice not to think about that in this wonderful city with good company. Her stomach growled. Her eyes widened. She seemed to be surprised. Sweden sighed and rose to his feet. As Bel was getting up, he put a firm hand on her shoulder, pushing her back down into her seat. "Yer go'n to e't." He took off his blue uniform jacket, revealing a tight black t-shirt. She had to look away. Sweden could have sworn her ears were so red, she'd glow at night.

"No, I'm fine honest!" Her stomach growled in protest. He began to pull out everything he needed. Her argument fell on his deaf ears. He had to admit it was nice to see her so lively, only his son was that lively in the morning. It warmed his heart in more than one way. Before she could argue any more he had laid a plate in front of her, it was smörgås. The open sandwhich had an omelet with cheese and some bacon. "Tack", she grumbled. She sat up and begun to eat. She realized he sat down next to her with his own plate of food. Bel looked mortified.

"Wh'ts wrong", he asked calmly. "I'm so sorry... I didn't know you were going to.. " Her eyes drifted to his plate as she swallowed hard. He laughed. It was a warm laughter that filled the room. "It's alr'ght." Her face turned even redder. He begun to really enjoy the different shades of red in her cheeks. She was very cute. "E't ple'se." Berwald ate at a normal pace with a smile on his face while Bel didn't realize how fast she ate. She was so hungry she finished without leaving a crumb. Bel was already done by the time he was only half way done. "You d'dn't e't last n'ght d'd you?" She shook her head. It irked him, he had left overs last night prepaired by her and she didn't eat herself. 'Why?" He paused waiting for an answer. "Everyone else had their fill, and all that was left was one plate. So I fixed it for you." Bel felt like a child being scolded by the Swede's stare.

"Nej, fr'm now on, ye'll e't b'fore me." His greenish blue eyes narrowed on her. "But what if there's not enough. No, I'm used to skipping meals. Just not two in a row." Her voice had a little bit of a bitter tone, but she spoke softly. He shook his head. "I won't e't it if I f'nd out yu've not e'ten." Bel went to protest and chuckled. It startled Berwald. "I'm not going to win this one am I?" He chuckled. "Nej."

Bel got up and grabbed the plates when he was done. "I cun do th't." She shook her head in protest. "No, now I'll win this one. You cooked. I'll do the dishes." He went to say something she just hushed him. He got up instead and stood next to her. She felt so insignificant next to him. He towered over her as he grabbed dishes to dry. "Am I not going to win with you today am I?" She asked playfully. He just stood there and smiled. "Nej. I enjoy clean'en." He glanced over to see her shyly put a hair behind her ear. He found himself drawn to her like a bee to a flower. She was very cute and honest to a fault it seemed. So was he, he thought as he blushed. He had caught himself staring at her rather than just looking down at her. He cleared his throat. "Yer very pretty, you know th't." She almost dropped her plate. He caught it with his large hand and smiled.

A nervous giggle escaped her lips. "Stop teasing me", she said bluntly. Her face almost looked pained. "I'm not te'sing you." "Yes you are", she continued. His eyes settled down on her. She seemed to be vibrating with nervousness. For someone who was partly French, she seemed to be lacking in the flirtatious department. "Yer c'te. I l'ke the color of yer cheeks." She dropped a plate into the sink, as it broke she went to reach for it. "Nej. You'll cut yer self." Bel waved her hand back and forth again. "I'll be fine. I do this all the time." He held her wrist firmly. "Nej, I'll clean it up. I cun't have you cut yer little h'nds."

It took Bel a moment to realize what he just said. "Wait! Small? I'm not that small." Her eyes lit up with a fiery tone in her sweet voice. He had to chuckle again. "I need to see this." She held up her hand. Berwald laughed again. It was warm and heart felt. Belgium kind of liked it, it made her smile. He pressed his warm hand her open palm. Her hand was small compared to his but her's was so soft and smooth. It wasn't like Tino's rough Nordic hands. To be honest she wasn't like any of the company he kept. No wonder his son was sneaking off to hang out with her.

The clock struck nine o'clock. "Crap! I still have to get ready. I'm so... going to be late." He nodded. He too had to get going. As if on instinct, Bel rose to her tip toes and gave him a peck on the cheek. His cheeks went hot as blood rushed to the surface. He touched where she had kissed gently as he watched her run up the stairs, reminding him not to forget his promise. He had to shake his head. He was a married man, why was he looking so forward to going...? They were fighting, he needed his break. Sweden didn't want to hurt her, after all she was sweet and kind. He hoped this wasn't going to turn into a disaster as he reached for his navy blue military jacket.