"Hey Matthias, can I ask you a question?"
Tino walked over to the couch Matthias was lounging on, and sat down. He grinned at Tino.
"Sure, Tino! What's bothering you?"
Tino cleared his throat a bit and straightened up.
"Matthias, do you think something's wrong with Berwald?"
The Dane frowned a bit.
"Tino, now that you mention it, I think you're right. He's been a bit....off lately."
Matthias shrugged a bit, and then added,
"It's not like I can help him though, we'd probably punch each other in the face before talking first."
He chuckled. Tino smiled a bit.
"You're right, and since Emil and Lukas are currently on that 'brother bonding trip' I'll go and see if Ber will speak to me!"
Tino got off the couch, gave Matthias a small wave, and bounded up the stairs. As Tino was walking up the stairs, he heard a weird noise. It was a bit muffled, and it sounded like it was coming from Berwald's room.
"Berwald, are you there?"
The smallest Nordic paused for a bit before hearing sounds, then silence. He hesitantly grabbed the doorknob, turned it slowly and opened the door, only to find it barren.
The windows were wide open and he could faintly hear a voice in the wind saying,
"Goodbye Tino."
Tino froze a bit, taking a good look at his surroundings. Berwald's room was always neat and pristine. It usually held many small pictures, and some toys from the British neighbors' nephew next door, but now it was barren.
The normally made bed, messy and undone. Tino started to shake.
"B-B-Berwald?!"
