Sweden x Reader - You're my Wife

It was just another Monday morning at the world meeting when you were sitting with your friends Hungary and Belarus. As you conversed with the other countries, you felt a strange, tingling feeling. The feeling of someone watching you.

"So then I told Prussia: flash me that monstrosity you call '5 meters' again and i'll knock your balls off! And then he-"

"I feel uncomfortable." You stated cutting her off. Belarus raised an eyebrow and tilted her head.
"Whats wrong?" She asked at last.

"I feel watched." You replied, the hues of your (e/c) eyes sharpening as you turned to look at the crowd of men-countries eyeing you and the 2 girls beside you.
"Maybe that's because those perverts are staring at us." Hungary remarked, glaring daggers at Prussia whom had winked at her.

She scoffed and he wiggled his eyebrows. Belarus laughed some, nudging Hungary.

"Go get your man." she mused playfully. "You know you want to!"
"No!" Hungary hissed, a heavy blush dusting her cheeks. Both you and Belarus laughed for a second, leaving Hungary a blushing mess. She punched you both on the shoulder then crossed her arms.

"And I see Sweden is checking you out too." Belarus added, nudging you.
"Huh?" Was your only reply as you turned to face the Swedish man who stared long and hard at you.

Suddenly, your mouth was agape and the skin pigment on your cheeks shifted crimson red.


He had nice, golden locks and beautiful oceanic eyes that seem to fit his tall stature and silent nature. As Sweden got up, you begun to panic.

"Make a move." Hungary whispered in your ear. You grunted at her suggestion, Belarus then leaning closer to whisper in your other ear, she smirked.

"Go get what's rightfully yours~" She cooed.

"Guys stop it!" You pouted.

Both Hungary and Belarus laughed, getting up to walk elsewhere. "Where are guys going!?" You asked worriedly.
"Don't worry about it~" Belarus answered.

While you were so busy focusing on Belarus and Hungary, you failed to notice Sweden standing in front of you. You let out a harsh sigh, shaking your head at the two.

"You're my wife." Sweden stated from nowhere, his usual blank expression plastered on his face. You jumped at his deep voice and looked to him with wide eyes.

"w-what?"

"You're my wife." He repeats, a heavy blush crowding his cheeks.

"H-HEY!" You cried as he picked you up out your seat and carried you off to the exit. "Sweden!" You shouted and squirmed in his strong grasp. "What are you doing?!"

"You're my wife." He simply replies, almost smiling. As he made his way out the room, you saw Belarus and Hungary giggling in the corner of the room. Belarus gave you a thumbs up and Hungary was laughing her ass off.

"Sweden please put me down!" You whined. He shook his head a simple no then said: "you're my wife."

"Are you ok?"

"You're my wife."
"Are you on drugs?"
"You're my wife."

"Do you need Jesus Sweden?"
"You're my wife."
"Do you not say anything other than you're my wife or-"

"You're my wife and tonight we do IT." Sweden snorts, making his way into a bedroom before placing you down on the bed and undressing himself slowly. His gaze somewhat frightened you; his tall form towering over yours. You couldn't help but stare.

Well this is going to be interesting...