#daily berwald

[the-heaminator]

@sunorweek2022 day 3/ Domestic/family, yea dont question it it kinda went places and norway is having a whole ass theological conversation with himself at 4 in the morning(I'm sorry this has no tags, my phone was being crustier than usual, I'll tag when I get the chance.)

Quiet mornings were always the best, Sweden was still asleep, snoring like a foghorn while snuggling Norway like a puppy, an oversized and very pretty puppy. Ladonia was sleeping behind Sweden, he could have been in a dangerous place because if Sweden moved in his sleep then the child would be squashed, but luckily for him, Berwald slept rather still and didn’t move much, something that peter has used numerous times to draw strange things onto his face.

But for once everything was quiet

Very strange indeed, usually there was someone awake, screaming or yelling, footsteps pattering around the place, whether they belong to people or to animals.

But now it was just quiet, and calm, the sun was in its daily process of rising and the light cloud cover made the scene look absolutely divine.

Rich oranges and reds streaked though muted greens and blues, purples shining bright in the sky as the colours mingled and mixed, like a painting done by a child, the stars were still there, some of the brightest still twinkling away far away in the cosmos, the moon a large crescent looking like a white sheep in a crowd of beautiful colours and shades, growing dimmer as time went in and the sun continued its pursuits, but it didn't fully go away.

Hanging there like a stubborn child, watching as while everything changed around it, it wished to stay the same, hanging sullenly in the sky, watching as the sun continued to take over the sky.

The sky is a beautiful thing, it could convey so much just by being there, and today, today it was comforting, pulling Lukas back into the bed where Berwald immediately grabbed hold of him, and nuzzled him dearly.

Poor Berwald, his appearance drove off many of the most frightening nations, without them knowing at all how he was, a tender soul, fractured from years of hardship and war.

But then again, weren't they all?

The way that he put the torn and shattered soul back together was the part that mattered, he was a soft spoken man despite his appearance, he was terrible at communication, worse than Norway himself, which was to say incredibly bad, so he showed love through acts of service and gifts made with such love and tenderness that it was impossible not to melt at seeing.

For many nations, they never managed to fully put themselves back together after their hardships, and a disappointing many never even tried, choosing to stay as broken husks of themselves rather than taking initiative to fix themselves.

Lukas was like that not too long ago, using his blank face as a facade not to show how much he was hurting, how much he wanted to just break down and cry in the arms of someone who loved him unconditionally, it was hard, keeping up such a strong face through internal and external turmoil.

One letter by a Swede.

One letter was all it took to break down, not with tears of sadness, but instead with joy.

It was a hard time for them both, they had a long and complicated.history together, and while they could never just forget it, the present was more pressing than the past.

With that thought, Norway drifted off to sleep in the affectionate clutch of Sweden as the sun continued to rise, bot stopping for the silly little people and nations who it oversaw.

The cosmos is always watching, it always knows, perhaps even things you don't.

But for now, all was good.