Sweden x Child reader

“Erm… Sweden?” England cleared his throat a little bit. “Alright Sve!” a loud Danish man cried, as a group of five men, walked over to China. The tallest blonde man, with cold blue eyes, and a dark blue coat took you in his arms.

            “Good job Sve. You got a kid and you didn’t even have to fu-,” the Dane was cut off by the silent purple eyed one. “Dude, Norge, you just need to let it go,” the Dane choked. Suddenly, America and Prussia burst by them “LET IT GO! LET IT GO!” the two sang, “CAN’T HOLD IT BACK ANYMORE~~~~~~!” “AMERICA!” England yelled. Then Germany “PRUSSIA!” then together, “SHUT UP AND LET’S GET GOING!” the two sulked back to their older brothers. You tensed at the outburst, and buried yourself into your new father

            Norway finally did let go of Denmark. “Hello (Name),” a shorter blonde grinned at you, “I’m Finland,” you tried to smile back, but you were too exhausted and your body was hurting. The group left the meeting hall, Sweden was carrying you the whole time. While in the car the tall blonde only allowed Finland to touch you. It was clear that Sweden was already protective of you.

            Back in the Nordic house, Sweden wrapped you up in a blanket and set you on the couch. Wordlessly he went into the kitchen. “Oh my gawd!” Denmark cried running over to you. “My lil’ niece is sooo adorable,” the spikey haired blonde, scooped you up. “You’re just the cutest little thing,” he cooed in a baby voice.

            “She not a dog,” Iceland rolled his eyes, bored. “Come on Ice-y! Just look at her little face!” the Dane chirped, “She’s precious,” You didn’t like this man much. He was so loud, it made your head hurt. “If she’s so precious, then you should put her down,” Norway stated bluntly. “Your just jealous cuz you want me to hold you instead of (Name),” Denmark taunted.

            Norway rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. “Seriously Denmark,” Iceland said, sounding concerned, “I’d put the girl down… now,” “She’s fine just a little banged up is all,” Denmark waved Iceland off. As he turned around the both of you smacked into something hard. Standing behind him was Sweden glaring heavily at Denmark.

            “Heilig stront!” Denmark yelped, nearly dropping you. Sweden hadn’t moved a muscle. “I-I’ll be going now,” Denmark cried tossing you onto the couch and running out the door. Iceland slunk out of the living room, as the spikey hair Dane left the house.

            Sweden kneeled down to you. “Are you alright lilla?” Sweden asked. You nodded. Wordlessly, he picked you up and brought you into the kitchen. Smells of all sorts blended, catching your attention. Finland peered at your tiny frame, and frowned slightly. You knew what he was thinking, other countries had looked at you that way before. You were too scrawny. It was a look that reminded you of the battle being fought in your country.

            A large plate of food was placed before you. Your (e/c) orbs widened. Surely this wasn’t yours. “Is all this for me?” you asked, nervously. Sweden merrily nodding, giving you a concerned look. “Of course!” Finland cried, “Why wouldn’t it be for? As tiny as you are!” you looked down at your lap, embarrassed. “You gunna eat that?” a loud bird chirped at her. She stared at bird, with surprised eyes. “Leave the girl be.” Iceland glared at his bird. The bird squawked and went back to his master.

            Happily you ate the dinner the Nordics gave you. After dinner, Sweden gave you a nice warm bath, which you really needed, and dressed you in a large t-shirt. “Come (Name),” he said, cradling you closely, “Time for bed,” You nodded into his chest yawning. You were exhausted, but felt ten times better than the day before.

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            You stretched your long legs. You rolled out of bed and got dressed. You walked out of your room and into the living room. Laying there on the couch, was you’re passed out Uncle Denmark. “Morning Uncle Denmark,” (Name) smiled and shook him. He groaned loudly. “Why can’t the light just shut up,” he murmured, covering his head with a pillow. You gave a chuckle, earning another groan from the dirty blonde. A smile on her face she walked into kitchen. At the stove Sweden was cooking up some breakfast for everyone.

            You kissed him on the cheek, and said, “Good morning Papa,” He smiled and kissed your forehead. While getting out a glass for water you casually mentioned, “Uncle Denmark is hung over on the couch again,” “That’s because I put him there,” Sweden said. You sighed. Your family was so strange. But you loved them anyway. “Go wake your uncles for breakfast,” your father ordered gently. “Okay Papa,” you agreed, leaving the room.

            You walked past Denmark, who had passed out again. You walked into Finland’s room first. You shook the Finish awake. “Time for breakfast,” you whispered, when he peaked his eyes open. “Come on, get up,” you said persistently. “Okay,” Finland murmured sleepily, sitting up.

            Next you moved onto Norway’s room. “Come on, get up,” you shook his sides. Norway’s eyes shot wide open. “Thanks,” he sat up running his fingers through his hair. “That was smoother than I thought,” you yawned. “Still tired?” Norway rose an eyebrow, his tips twitched up into a tiny smile. “Just get up or don’t eat,” he said joking.

            Iceland was next. “Iceland,” you said, shaking him. “Wake up,” “Mm,” he rolled on to his side. “Come on,” You grabbed Iceland’s shoulders and shook him. “(Nickname)…” he whined. Over the years Iceland started calling you (Nickname), you didn’t know why, but you thought it was kind of sweet from your normally cold uncle. “Iceland,” you crossed your arms over your chest, “Get up,” he grumbled and nuzzled the pillow. You smiled a little bit, an idea formed into your mind. “Ice-y!” you whined, “Get up pretty please, or I’ll go get uncle Norway. Your Big Brother,” Iceland shifted a bit. “Oh Norway!” you sang happily. “(Name), no,” Iceland warned not getting up. “Norway, your baby brother needs you,” you called, a devious smile curled across your face.

            Norway appeared in the doorway like a ghost. “You called for me,” Norway murmured. “Come on in,” you beckoned, “Ice-y needs a bit of help from his big brother,” Iceland bottled up. “(Name)! I swear to God!” Iceland yelled, jumping up from his bed. She smiled slightly, and left the room to the sounds of ‘Call me big brother’.

            “Wake up time Denny,” you shook his shoulder. “Wake up.” Now you were hungry and wanted breakfast. You walked into the kitchen, “Papa. Can I have bucket of cold water?” you asked sweetly. “Why?” Sweden asked. “I need to wake up Uncle Denmark. The lazy bum is out cold,” you said. Sweden smiled and nodded.

            You filled up a bucket of cold water and crept over to Denmark. You dumped the water on his head and he woke with a start. You smiled, laughing loudly. “(Name)!” he cried. “Yes?” you looked at him as innocently as possible. “What was that for?” he asked.

            You smiled, and scrambled away. In the kitchen you finally ate your breakfast. Sweden smiled happily, as Denmark came into the kitchen soaking wet. The tall blonde walked over to you. He ruffled your (h/c) hair and said, “That’s my girl,”