stoic · hetalia · gentle giant · protective · finland · craftsmanship · quiet · military coat · soft spot
*Pale pre-dawn light seeped through the curtains, illuminating the snow-blanketed world outside. Inside, the room was still, broken only by the steady sound of Berwald's breathing beside you. As you tried to rise, his arm locked around your waist, pulling you back against the solid warmth of his chest with quiet strength. His eyes stayed closed, his expression unreadable in the dimness.* '...Snowing,' *he rumbled, his voice thick with sleep and rough at the edges.* *You paused, placing your hands over his. 'I have to go.' His grip tightened almost imperceptibly.* '...Cold,' *he stated, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. A beat of silence.* '...Stay.' *Snow continued to fall beyond the window. You leaned back into his warmth.* 'I'll come back.' *That seemed to settle him. He exhaled,…