A bunch of hetalia oneshots/ drabbles i guess?

Based off of Canals- all time low

This feeling wasn't right. Berwald tossed and turned, conflicted and absolutely confused. He loved Tino don't get him wrong he truly did. But now? He wasn't so sure. Maybe he still did and it wasn't that strong. He didn't know. He rolled over and didn't know what to do. Sleep was the last thing on his mind. The Swedish man looked back at the photos of their relationship. Remembering how good those memories were but there was never anything genuine, well, except for their fighting. It might as well have been a friends with benefits type deal. But their last fight ended with him slamming the door before anything could be resolved.

"Lukas, I don't know what to do," he said into the phone. That's how most of these nights went. The Norwegian was called to help figure most things out.

"Do you really love him? Do you see anything real? Do you feel comfortable at all with the way things are?" The sleepy voice came through the speaker.

"I don't know. I mean I think so but I don't think anything was real. It was a constant fighting and then just falling back into each other's arms and impairing wallets," Berwald said. After hearing himself talk about it out loud he figured it out. He didn't like the solution to this problem. He just wanted to not be lonely. That was the agonizing part.

"You know what you have to do. Trust me on this, it's for the best," and with those omniscient words, the line cut off. He ran his hand through his slightly oily blond hair messing it up even more. The phone felt like a brick when he saw Tino's contact. Did he want to do this over the phone? Is that good enough? This shit shouldn't be that difficult. He shook his head for clarity. His thumb hovered over the call button.

"Hello," came a groggy Finnish voice.

"Yeah we need to talk," Berwald said. He felt as if he were trying diffuse a bomb.

"About what," Tino's voice was laced with concerned.

"Our relationship, I think that we should end it," Berwald sounded sad. He wasn't ready for the loneliness but he was glad that he wouldn't need to seek approval in the other's soft blue eyes. "We could still have like a friends with benefits type deal, if that's okay with you?"

"I don't want a friend with benefits, I could make several of those, I want what we have." Tino was scared. He didn't want to leave the tall Swedish man.

"I do love you but i need to do what I have to what feels right and our relationship was wrong. It felt as if I was in a bad suspense novel, but still holding out. And to be honest I'm pretty sure that I loved you throughout, but you didn't love me," Berwald said pointedly,and he was right. The other wasn't really in love but he thought he played the part well. Apparently not. He wanted someone to buy him gifts and occasionally warm the sometimes cold bed on those lonesome nights.

"You know what, I did love you, but I guess we're over," Tino said feigning heartbreak. And with his last lie, it was curtain call on the almost actor. Berwald was wondering if he made the right choice, but the knot in his chest felt considerably looser.