"Berwald, dinner's ready!" An angelic voice echoed throughout a small house in the capital of one of the Scandinavia country, Sweden. The sound of tiny footstep that came from upstairs and theb downstairs sounded. "There you are my sweet little nallebjörn" the angelic voice sounded again, earning a small adorable grunt from a young boy with blonde hair and blue eyes that shines brightly. Slender, smooth, and soft hand reach down and pick up the small boy and place him on a baby chair, "it's your favorite dish Berwald, Svenska köttbullar!" The elder female's voice sounded extremely happy.
"storasyster.." the boy mumbled
"Ja?" The (h/c) girl replied
"Am I... skrämmande?" His voice seems like he is on the verge of tears.
"Oh sweet nallebjörn, you could never be scary!"
"But.. even Tino is scared of me.."
"He doesn't know how sweet my little brother actually is!"
(F/n) picked up the swedish boy and hugged him in a warm hug which he had always adore and love. "My friends always seemed like they are scared of me, except for Mathias, who declared that he will protect the others from me.." this is probably the longest sentence he ever said- "and.. he would always say 'be gone Berwald the Beast! You are to never hurt my friends!' It hurts me!" The boy cried out, tears falling down his cheeks. The elder female frown sadly, how could someone be scared of this sweet innocent boy? She wondered. "Oh min söta bror,
ska du inte gråta, för systar?(1)" She cooed gently wiping her brother's tears with loving kisses. The boy nodded, and tries his best to stop the tears. Hiccuping instead. THe girl chuckled at the adorable hiccups Berwald made.
"Oh Berwald you are so adorable!"
" du verkligen det?(2)"
"självklart(3)" a small smile spread on the boy's pale cheeks.
she would do anything for her sweet little brother. To Berwald, his sister is the best thing that ever happened in his life, his sister is his world, his sister was always the one to cradle him in her arms, making him warm from the cold. She was always there for him, and he knows it. She would always be with him no matter what.
---------------------------------time skip many years later------------------------------
After discovering that he is the country of Sweden and her sister is a mortal, Swed- no, Berwald made it official that his elder sister, (f/n) Oxenstierna, is Stockholm. The Capital of Sweden.(4) she really appreciate it, for with this, she could stay by his side, forever. BEing a country was never an easy task. Berwald was given a lot paperworks, and of course his elder sister helped him with it, making his works lighter than most of other countries. She was always worried when he got home past midnight, it made her worried sick. What if someone found out about her brother's true identity? What if he got into an accident? WHat if-? All bad thoughts come running into her mind every time her beloved younger brother got home past midnight. And this is one of them. Hearing the front door open and closing she ran.
"Berwald you got me so worried!" She cried out, hugging him tightly.
By now her body seems smaller than Berwald who was built and tall. BErwald was the tallest nation along side with Ivan, the personification of Russia, the largest country in the world. (F/n) was only (height), which is obviously shorter than Berwald. The Swede replies with the usual grunt, only this time, his voice is incredibly deep it beats Ludwig, the personification of Germany's voice. HE wrapped his large arms around his smaller but older sister. "I'm glad your okay though!" She continued, glancing up at him, making her neck ache for only looking up at him. "Oh yeah!" The girl suddenly exclaimed, prying herself off of the Swede's hug, "I made your favorite dish and something for you! Wait in the kitchen!" And with that, she ran off upstairs to grab a certain thing in her bedroom.
Stumbling her way back downstairs, she smiled at him, hiding the something behind her back. "HEre it is! I made this Dalla Horse myself Berwald! It's not as good as yours since I'm better in (something u r good at)" she said, smiling sheepishly and putting the small, beautifully crafted Dalla Horse. A soft smile blossomed on the Swede's face, "I like it" he said bluntly. "I'm glad you liked it Berwald..." she said before sitting down and ready to eat dinner with him. Meanwhile outside the window.
"Oh~ Sve's elder sister is hot! Man she's so my typ- Ack!"
"You're annoying"
"Ahh~ Su's sister is really kind!"
"You all are really loud."
"Ice."
"What"
"Big brother"
"Not saying it"
"Big brother"
"Can't hear you~!"
"Big sister"
"You are making zero sense"
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And there you go!
(1) oh my sweet brother, don't cry, for sister?
(2) you really think so?
(3) of course
(4) Stockholm is actually older than Sweden, based on my calculation, do tell me if I am mistaken.
