How I Fell For Him

Day One

Sweden had had enough of living with Mr. Denmark and decided to stop working for him. I , on the other hand, didn't mind being with the loud and cheerful country but the thought of being free did appeal to me, so, not thinking it over, I left with Sweden.

During a whole day I simply followed him without making a sound, afraid to make him angry. I followed him thinking I would be safe from all the other countries but I actually was just as scared of him.

The sun had set and stars had decorated the dark blue sky above us. We were lucky, the nights weren't to harsh that season, so we slept out in the open with a simple blanket to keep us warm. However that didn't bother me, I could stand the cold pretty well considering my home is often covered with snow.

I sat down and started talking about how I was kind of afraid of leaving Mr. Denmark's place and being surrounded by big countries. I was afraid of my futur. I had no idea what to do. Sweden seemed to listen but didn't say a word.

He looked at me and I sputtered thinking he was getting annoyed of my continuous babbling, "B-but I don't mind being with you! I swear!" Once I realized I was talking to much I quickly stopped. I proposed we go to sleep and he agreed, seeming to ponder.

We laid one next to an other, facing the sky. He hadn't questioned the fact that I was following him or anything about my presence the whole day which actually surprised me.

I was really scared, I hadn't thought all of it through and finding myself alone with Sweden truly terrified me at that moment.

I tried to calm myself a little and reasoned with myself saying he couldn't be that bad of a person, he didn't seem like it, well, if you tried to look under that permanent scowl...

I opened my eyes trying to sneak a peek at the bigger country only to find him staring at me with the most terrifying face I had ever seen. I couldn't help it, I screamed.

Feeling the awkward tension between us I tried to converse a little. But my attempts were useless, Sweden sure did have a problem with communication back then.

"It's cold, isn't it?" I said running out of ideas of dialogue. Nothing, just that same scary scowl. I started thinking my decision over, I couldn't possibly stay with a guy like that any longer. 'First thing in the morning I'm leaving him and I'll go-' My thoughts were interrupted as his strong arm wrapped itself with his own blanket around me.

I let out a cry once again fearing the worst. I was truly terrified thinking he had had enough of my presence and was going to suffocate me and leave me there, out in the nature to die miserably. Tears started to fall and I let out a quiet sob.

His arm tensed and he didn't seem to breathe, almost like when you hold a bird, after it flew into your closed window, carefully, not wanting to hurt it, fearing that our big hands could crush the little creature. He seemed to hesitate a while but kept his arm around me.

Confused about the fact that I was still alive, I stopped crying, the last tears rolling down my face. I mustered all my courage to ask him, "W-What are you doing..?" 'Why haven't you killed me yet?' I said but to myself, not daring to say anything that could remind him what he was supposed to do, or at least, what I thought he was supposed to do.

He didn't say anything, small breaths coming out of his nose. "Warm," he answered. "I-I'm sorry?" I asked, not understanding what he meant by that. "To keep you...warm."

I lifted my eyes looking at him who was staring staight ahead, not daring to look at me. I could have sworn seeing a hint of color in his cheeks, but it must have been my tears and the light of the moon.

When I looked up to him I had realized the distance that was actually between us. My face became bright red and my heart started beating really fast. I was mostly surprised at the small act of kindness but just as much touched by the intention. I had never imagined Sweden actually having such a soft heart.

I didn't know what to answer so I just laid there trying to calm my beating heart and burning cheeks. After a while I whispered something inaudible, or at least I thought so, just before falling asleep smiling.