Sweden x Reader: Christmas hugs

Belward was an interesting person, to say the least.



Stretching up onto your toes, you scanned the crowd in front of you. Yes, the night was young, but somehow you had managed to lose sight of Sve amongst the many bustling Swedish christmas shoppers. And it wasn't the first time this evening, either.

Swiveling around, you managed to get a glimpse of the stoic man. Well, perhaps a bit more than just a glimpse - he was rather tall, after all. He was looming over a cotton candy stand, staring with a childlike curiosity into the colorful machine. You giggled softly, watching his eyes light up when a little girl next to him ordered a serve. The girl looked up at him, starting slightly but proceeding to jump up and down animatedly, telling him of her order. Even though normal people could never see his change in expression, you always noticed. Like now when, ever so slightly, his mouth turned up at the corners, his eyes softening at the younger girl.

Said girl recieved her order, smiling at him toothily. Belward blushed slightly before patting her head gently. He was so adorable, handsome, kind...

You shook your head, scolding yourself.

Those feelings are not going to be answered.

You should know better than that.

Stop wasting your time.

"__________?" A voice extremely close to your ear whispered. 

You jumped, accidentally hitting said person's shoulder. Luckily, it was Belward - a normal human wouldn't have been left standing (because you're just that awesome//shotbyvashandprussia)

"B-Belward! I'm so sorry, I just sort of spaced out..." you trailed off, staring at your feet. Warmth spread through your right shoulder, and you looked up to see intense blue eyes gazing into yours, his large hands rubbing circles onto your skin. He seemed bored, unnaffected by the world, but you knew by his eyes that he was amused at your reaction.

"'s o'ky." He said, rumbling voice sending shivers down your spine. At your weird reaction he tensed, suddenly grabbing both of your shoulders.

"'y c'ld?" He asked, voice softening slightly. You nodded, laughing softly - until he had grabbed your shoulders you hadn't noticed how far the temperature had dropped.

"I suppose it is a bit cold..." you said, fiddling with the sleeves on your trench coat. "Want to head home?"

"Mm." he nodded, eyes looking you up and down.

Suddenly he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You gasped and immediately stiffened, but relaxed when his grip loosened ever so slightly. Sighing, you leaned into his warm figure.

"Sve?" you said, burying your head into his shoulder. Might as well enjoy his warmth, right? "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

He shook his head, nuzzling his face into your hair. Your face flushed, and you gripped onto him tighter. Dammit heart, stop pounding so loud!

He whispered something, causing your hair by your ear to flutter softly, but because of the crowd's noise you couldn't hear it properly.

"Sorry Sve, I couldn'r hear you properly. What was that?"

He paused for a moment, seeming to contemplate something. He then pulled back, staring intensely right into your eyes.

" I l've y'"

All in all it took about three seconds to process the information, but when you did, DING! Your face was bright red.

"Ahaha, I-I love you too, Sve!" you stuttered, glancing away nervously. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to looked at him.

"I r'ly l've y'." He whispered. And with that, his lips were upon yours. 

What.

WOAH. 

Belward was kissing you? Belward, the personification of Sweden? The man who you loved so much that it hurt? 

All of a sudden the feelings you had been holding back for so long bubbled over, and you kissed back happily causing him to grunt. He paused, but eventually rested his hand at the nape of your neck, stocking your hair softly.

Eventually you both pulled apart, looking lovingly into each other's eyes.

"You've no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I love you so much, Sve." You giggled, blushing like mad. He smiled, then chuckled along with you.

"I l've y', m' w'fe."

He really is a very interesting person, to say the least.








"YEAH SWEDEN, GET SOME!" A certain Danish man yelled out. Cue face palming and glaring.