Sweden x Reader Part:3

You’re P.O.V

When I woke up I felt something cold and wet on my forehead “Huh?” I rolled over and saw a tall man with blond hair and glasses. He was sitting in a chair. I desisted to be quit and get out of this house. I slowly moved the blankets off my body and shrived ‘it’s so frigging cold but I got to get out of this place.’ I slowly got out of the bed praying that the tall scary stranger would stay asleep whenever the springs creaked. When I stud and got out of the bed I felt all the blood rush to my head. The room was spinning and becoming a blur I felt my legs give out I closed my eyes and wanted for the impacted of the cold hard floor. But it never came scared and curiosity I opened my eyes to see the tall blonde man holding me to his muscular chest. When I looked up in his eyes I noticed that they were the most beautiful blue I have ever seen. He sat me down on the bed and piled the blankets back on my form then looked down at me and into my (E/C) eyes. “Stay in bed you’re sick.” I wanted to get up and run out the door but in my current condition I would black out as sone as my feet touched the floor so I sat in the bed under the blankets and looked up at the large handsome man. “Um…sir what’s your name I’m (Y/N)...” I said with a more timid voice then I attended. “Sweden. Now rest I’ll be back.” His voice was deep and rough but there was something about it. It was kind he’s voice was kind and caring. And with that Sweden left the room and with you with a ‘what the fuck gust happened?!’ look on my face.

Sweden’s P.O.V

I closed the door behind me and took in a deep breath and thought. I noticed (her/his) eyes they were the most beautiful (E/C) eyes I have ever seen. My heart was beating agents my rib cage so fast I thought it was going to explode. My face was redder then Spain’s tomatoes! (Lol I had to XD) ‘I need to gust calm down its jest a (girl/boy)…’ I calmed myself down and got up off the floor and made my way to the kitchen. “(Y/N) must be hungry (s/he) slept for a long time…” I got some things I would need to make the soup and began to cook. When I finally finished cooking I put the soup in its bowl and walked down the hall and in to the room. Once I walked in the room I saw (her/him) bright (E/C) eyes (s/he) looked feigned (s/he) was in a little ball in the corner of the room. Was (s/he) scared of me? I have to admit I was used to this treatment but none the less it hurt even more so coming from (Y/N). I sighed sadly and sat the bowl on the night stand. I slowly crouched down facing the corner (Y/N) was in. “(Y/N) I won’t hurt you I promise…I want to help…” I spoke in the softest voice I could manage. (S/He) squeezed (her/his) eyes shut and shook (her/his) head and curling in an even smaller ball. I sighed and slowly stud up and walked over to (Y/N) and picked her up (Bridle style) (yes again ) (S/he) gave a little yelp and I chuckled a bit. (S/He) froze like a deer in head lights and stared in to my eyes scared senseless. I carefully walked over to the bed caring (Y/N) carefully as if (s/he) was as fragile as glass and sat (him/her) on the bed and covered (her/him) in the warm blankets. I noticed that (Y/N) began to shake “Are you cold?” To my surprise (s/he) piped up “A bit…” (Her/his) voice was so small it was difficult to hear. Her face was pure red. I chuckled a bit and gave (her/him) the bowl of soup. (S/He) looked up at me and tilted (her/his) head a bit in confusion the way (her/his) (E/C) eyes shown made my heart beat against my rig cage. I bent down to (her/his) height and gave (her/him) a quick peck on the lips they where softer than silk. I broke the sweet moment with a face red face and left the room. When I left the room and closed the door I walked down the hall way to the living room and sat on the couch with Hana in my lap. Trying to figure out what the hell did I gust do!? Why did I gust kiss (Y/N)!? For the love of god I gust pulled (her/him) out of the ice a few days ago! Was it love at first sight? That word grew in my mind “Love…” I whispered out loud that was as a smile grew on my face. I was in love with (Y/N) I smiled to my self and whispered “I love (Y/N)…” Then another thought hit me like a bag of bricks Finland is going too be pissed!!!

At Finland’s house~~~

*crash* “Finland did you drop your coffee!?” Denmark asked “My wife seces are tingling.” Finland spat bluntly as he grabbed his gun and ran out the door screaming “IM GOING TO KILL A BICTH!!!!” in to the cold night air.

Time skip~~~~

After I gathered my composer I walked down the hall way and stopped in front of the door. I knocked and waited nothing I knocked again nothing. I slowly opened the door and walked in. I saw the bowl of soup on the night stand had gone cold in the time it took me to sort my thoughts. The blankets where thrown off the bed and on to the floor. But no (Y/N) in sight. I sondingly I heard the sound of vomit hitting the toilet I grunted not liking what I heard. I walked over to the attached bathroom and opened the door. Only for my eyes to land on (Y/N) laying on the floor (s/he) was swatting  and coughing as crimson blood tripped from her mouth I peered in the toilet to see a horrid mix of blood and vomit. I flushed the horrid mix then sighed looking down at (Y/N) with a worried expression on my face and picked (her/him) up off the ground (Bridle style) and slowly but care fully walked into the bed room and placing (her/him) on the bed as if (s/he) was an injured bird. Warping (her/him) in the blankets covering (her/his) small form. I put my hand on (her/his) for head (s/he) was still running a high fever. I grunted in disapproval and put the cold wash cloth on (her/his) for head then sat in a near by chair with my book and waited for (Y/N) to wake up.