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You were woken out of a sound sleep by a knock on your door. Who on earth could that be? You thought to yourself while putting on a t-shirt and jeans to answer the door at one in the morning. You went downstairs and opened the door to reveal a tall and silent Berwald, your Swedish boyfriend. You sighed and grumbled, "Berwald, what are you doing here at one in the morning?"
"I came to see you (name)." He replied in his deep, husky voice lined with a Swedish accent. "Awww, that's sweet of you. Come on in." You replied, feeling sorry for your rude behavior and let him into your home. "Would you like anything?" You asked him politely. "Just some Swedish Fish please. If you have any." He replied. "My boyfriend is full blood Swedish, why wouldn't I have any?" You asked playfully, trying to get him to laugh, or at least smile. 'Good point." He replied plainly. You sighed in defeat and went to your kitchen.
He's just so stiff you thought to yourself while pouring some of the red, fish shaped candies into a bowl. You pasted a smile onto your face and walked back out to your living room. You set the bowl on the coffee table and sat next to Berwald on the couch, snuggling into his arm. He moved away. "Berwald?" You asked, shocked that he would move away from you. He sighed and said, "I'm sorry, (name), but you probably don't want to be that close to me." You were confused. "W-why wouldn't I want to be close to you?" You demanded. At the beginning of your relationship you two had been very close, but Berwld seemed to be drifting away from you, romantically and physically.
"B-because, I'm dangerous." "How could you be dangerous to anyone? Especially me?" You wanted to know. Berwald was a sweet caring guy under his hard shell, and you knew it. You just hadn't been able to find that part of him yet. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped, then simply replied, "It's hard to explain." You sighed. "You never tell me anything." You muttered. He mimicked your tone of voice to reply, "You'd never believe me if I told you." You sat awkwardly a few feet apart on your couch, both of you wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. You reached forward and grabbed one of the Swedish Fish out of the bowl.
"Why are Swedish Fish red?" You asked Berwald, who for some reason seemed to know everything about Sweden. 'Don't know." He replied, taking one in his hand as well. He set it down on the table. "I must leave now. Goodnight, (name)." He said while standing up. "It was nice seeing you Berwald." You replied. He gave a stiff nod in response and started for the door. You couldn't just let him leave so you grabbed his arm, freezing him in place, and kissed him. He seemed startled but then fell into the kiss, or he at least seemed to. He moved his lips from your lips to your neck where he began to search for your weak spot, or so you thought. When you gave a small whimper he bit down on your neck, hard, and your vision began to blur. "B-Berwald, are you…?" He merely nodded and that was the last thing you remembered before your world went black.
"I came to see you (name)." He replied in his deep, husky voice lined with a Swedish accent. "Awww, that's sweet of you. Come on in." You replied, feeling sorry for your rude behavior and let him into your home. "Would you like anything?" You asked him politely. "Just some Swedish Fish please. If you have any." He replied. "My boyfriend is full blood Swedish, why wouldn't I have any?" You asked playfully, trying to get him to laugh, or at least smile. 'Good point." He replied plainly. You sighed in defeat and went to your kitchen.
He's just so stiff you thought to yourself while pouring some of the red, fish shaped candies into a bowl. You pasted a smile onto your face and walked back out to your living room. You set the bowl on the coffee table and sat next to Berwald on the couch, snuggling into his arm. He moved away. "Berwald?" You asked, shocked that he would move away from you. He sighed and said, "I'm sorry, (name), but you probably don't want to be that close to me." You were confused. "W-why wouldn't I want to be close to you?" You demanded. At the beginning of your relationship you two had been very close, but Berwld seemed to be drifting away from you, romantically and physically.
"B-because, I'm dangerous." "How could you be dangerous to anyone? Especially me?" You wanted to know. Berwald was a sweet caring guy under his hard shell, and you knew it. You just hadn't been able to find that part of him yet. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped, then simply replied, "It's hard to explain." You sighed. "You never tell me anything." You muttered. He mimicked your tone of voice to reply, "You'd never believe me if I told you." You sat awkwardly a few feet apart on your couch, both of you wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. You reached forward and grabbed one of the Swedish Fish out of the bowl.
"Why are Swedish Fish red?" You asked Berwald, who for some reason seemed to know everything about Sweden. 'Don't know." He replied, taking one in his hand as well. He set it down on the table. "I must leave now. Goodnight, (name)." He said while standing up. "It was nice seeing you Berwald." You replied. He gave a stiff nod in response and started for the door. You couldn't just let him leave so you grabbed his arm, freezing him in place, and kissed him. He seemed startled but then fell into the kiss, or he at least seemed to. He moved his lips from your lips to your neck where he began to search for your weak spot, or so you thought. When you gave a small whimper he bit down on your neck, hard, and your vision began to blur. "B-Berwald, are you…?" He merely nodded and that was the last thing you remembered before your world went black.
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