Sweden xReader (Comfort You)

Your hands were shaking as you parked your car in the Nordics' driveway. Finland had called you only twenty minutes or so and begged for you to come by their place. Finland had definitely sounded frantic over the phone and your drive had been nothing but multiple envisions of the worst-case-scenario.

You jogged up to the door and quickly rapped your knuckles on the polished wood. Thankfully, the door was quickly answered by Tino.

"Tino, what happened?" You cooed as you took in the Finnish man's frazzled appearance, "You look awful."

"Mr. Sweden and I went on a walk earlier...and it went terribly." He said with a broken tone.

You opened your mouth to ask for specifics but was stopped by a hand, "I think he would be better suited to tell you." Finland told you quietly and gestured to the Swede's, currently closed, bedroom door.

"Fin-." But your voice died as the nation merely hung his head and joined the others on the couch.

You quickly noticed that even Denmark looked tense and upset.

Without a moment to waste you hurried to hang up your coat and pad on upstairs. You stopped in front of Berwald's door and softly rapped your knuckles against the blue and yellow door.

There was a soft grunt from within the room and you took that as permission to enter. Twisting the knob you gently pushed the door open and slipped inside.

The view that greeted you nearly broke your heart. There, in the corner of the room sat Berwald. His suit was thrown carelessly on the bed leaving him in boxers with the Swedish flag printed on them and a grey undershirt.

His eyes were bloodshot and had dark circles under them. His hair was all askew and the scary aura he usually had was heavy with depression. Berwald looked absolutely awful.

You found yourself kneeling in front on the Swede within moments, hugging and cooing while gently combing your hands through his hair or running your hands up and down his back soothingly.

The effects were quick to appear. Berwald hugged you tightly and small sobs emitted from the man, only slightly muffled by your clothing. He was trembling with sadness and you could almost feel the loneliness that was torturing him.

Due to his "scary" nature, many assumed him to be a loner who enjoyed his singularity and disliked physical interaction. Few realized just how much of a soft-hearted teddy bear Sweden actually was. He liked hugs and simple gestures of care.

Unfortunately, these simple gestures like hugging or a mere pat on the shoulder had become so scarce for the man that each one was treasured and not soon forgotten.

You cooed gently to Berwald, shushing and whispering sweet nothings as he clung to you like a lifeline.

"Hey, c'mere Ber', look at me, please?" You asked softly.

Sweden reluctantly looked up to face you and you wiped away the tears that slipped down his cheeks.

"Shh...it's okay now. No one will hurt you. I won't let them." You murmured, "What happened?"

Sweden couldn't hold the gaze and dropped it to stare at his fidgeting hands.

"Tr'ed t' t'ke F'nl'nd t' the park." He began quietly, "Accidentally sc'red a ch'ld and h's m'ther on the w'y. Th'n tr'ed t' tell F'nl'nd I l'ved him. Others in the p'rk mocked us f'r it. Called us queer 'nd threw rocks at us. Th'y h'rt F'nl'nd and he wouldn't speak t' me. Said he w'sn't sure if he felt the way I did." He explained briefly and tears began to fall again.

An awful ball of pity and hurt balled up in your chest as your heart went out to the nation. Berwald didn't deserve to be cursed like he was or ridiculed for his preferences.

You gathered him up in your arms and eventually began to cry too as time went on.

"I'm so sorry Berwald. So sorry. You deserve to be treasured much more than are. You are so unbelievably lovable and sweet...it breaks my heart to see them treat you like this." You said softly.

"You...mean th't...?"

"Every word and then some." You replied softly and kissed his temple.

"Vissa dagar... är du den enda anledningen att min sorg går bort. Jag undrar om detta är kärlek? Denna värme i mitt bröst... och om det är för dig?" He mumbled quickly.

"What?" You asked in a bewildered tone. His Swedish was too fast for you to catch.

"Don't w'rry. It's n't important."