( Sweden X Chubby!Reader) Sweden's Corset

You wore a navy blue corset, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. Your hair was pushed back by a bandanna tupac style. “ I really appreciate you helping us with our cleaning!” Chirped Tino your friend/personification of Finland. You were here to  help clean the large house that with the pack ratting of your friends has turned into a pig sty. And when the time came kick ass. You heard crying come from the kitchen Lukas/ personification of Norway was ‘supervising’ Matthias/personification of Denmark while he recycled his beer can collection, while he cried like a baby. “ These are manly kingly vikingly tears!” He insisted to the unmoved Lukas.  Berwald/personification of Sweden ran past you in Tino in a blur of gentle ginormity.  “ Here ya go.” Grumbled Berwald handing Mathias a pocket sized Dictionary. Mathias’s tears stopped to see his once greatest enemy give him a gift in his hour of need. “ Thanks Ber, but what’s with the dictionary?” “ I hope you learn an adjective without an -ly to it.” And then they started full on brawling.   Lukas tried choking Mathias by the tie. Then Emil/personification of Iceland came running into the kitchen with Mr. Puffin to join in the fray. His hot bloodedness was something to be feared.

“ Do you want to break it up or should I?” You asked while you ran your tongue over your itchy teeth, a sign that they wanted to be sunk into something.  “ You get this one and I’ll get the next one,” He grabbed some window cleaner and a rag, “ I’ll clean the windows in the meantime.” Just as he was about  to step out the door he turned around and said, “ By the way I think there is a certain swede who will be appreciating that quite a bit.”  He winked making you blush.  I didn’t buy this for him but if he likes then bonus points for me, you thought. Then you heard the squawk of  a puffin and came barreling in the kitchen.

You were the only girl in your family. You were the squishy princess amongst the broad shouldered, barrel chested, Housing cops and Marines in your family. They spoiled you rotten and taught you how to kick ass. (While they scared any straight guy that came fifty feet  away from you.) They were all under the impression that your Nordic friends were banging each other into walls. They're certainly not that far off you couldn’t help but mentally quip thinking of all the fights you had to stop. You used your weight difference to fling both Lukas, Emil, and Mr. Puffin off the top of the brawling dog pile. Berwald was on bottom with Mathias about to throw  a punch till you used the move your father taught you. The infamous cop twisting your arm  back enough till you were elbowing your own spine move. “ Ahhhhhhh that hurts so good~” He moaned. “ You need to stop hanging out with Gilbert.” You groaned in disgust and made him stand up with you. Then elbowed him in the stomach when he pinched your sides.





Berwald  adjusted his glasses. Then they fogged up. Your corset was blue, but it had yellow lace at the top and bottom of those child bearing hips. Those weren't any shades of blue and yellow either it was his shades! To  a country to wear the colors or pattern of their flag was the ultimate sign of love. Berwarld’s been loving you from afar  for quite a time and this just sold him completely on you.  Berwald brushed the dirt off himsel. “ I really need to mop the floors in this house...”  You  and Matthias were too busy bagging up all the beer cans to hear or notice Berwald.

Berwald carried you bridal style kicked the front door out and yelled  to Tino, “ I’m divorcing you!” Tino jumped for joy when he saw his new ‘wife’ in Berwarld’s arms. “ I’m free! I'm free! I’m free!” Berwald pouted and looked to a blushing you, “ Was I really that bad a husband?” “ I  didn’t even know I was married to the guy I’ve been in love since like forever,  till a few minutes ago.”  You answered.  After the rest of the Nordics  congratulated  you two the house was cleaned and you were exhausted and fell asleep on the living room couch.

A hand shaking you awake and the quiet thundering voice of Berwald woke you up. “ Your family says it’s okay for you to stay the night.”  Oh right that would've been a good idea to call them.  Your eyes adjusted to the dark till you saw your husband  holding a glass of milk and  a slice of cake? “ You must be hungry.” And he was right. You had to stop yourself from moaning eating that cake it was  so spongy with whip cream and marzipan with a frosted rose. Then you drank your milk in one go.  Thanking every deity you could list off in your head.

“ It’s called princess cake. Princess cake for a princess bride.” You squinted your eyes you were sure he was blushing.  You wrapped your arms around him in a hug and then you regretted it. “ Berwald my back!” You hissed that couch must’ve messed up your spine. “ It’s all right.”  His warm hands roamed your back. You were embarrassed of  your back fat  for a moment till he prodded a spot that made you sigh,“ Beeeeeerrrrr...”   he carried you in his arms and placed you on his bed.   He undid your bandanna so he could entwine his fingers in your hair while he kissed you.  “ Your my Princess bride tonight,”  Panted Berwald while you two caught your breath. You could feel the vibrations in his chest. That voice of his was so strong. He flipped you on your stomach and found your zipper.  You shivered and panted from the cold air and from Berwald. He curled your hair behind your ear and teased the shell and you, “ But by morning you’ll be my wife.”