Fem!SwedenxChubby!Fan!Reader

A Different World

Susan and you were both out walking, though your homewas different then the Nordic one she had known she was honestlystarting to see (state/province you live) as home. If (country youlive in) found out (she/he) would never let the silent, intimidatingSwedish woman live it down. She didn't care. You were so kind and itwas hard not to just feel at home when in your presence, she didn'teven know anyone could be like this; even Finland wasn't like this.The Finnish woman was kind and mothering but she wasn't you; you werehyper when you listened to your music, silly when you were drowsy,geeky about the things you like, and kind but you hid it all behind ashy mask.

It didn't take the perspective blonde woman long tofigure out that you were a very quiet, keep to yourself, wallflowerkind of person. But once someone got through your shell you were alittle ball of sunshine. She wondered how many before her got to seethis side of you, how many will after her? However there were thingsthat concerned her, why did you always look at the clock when it wasgetting close to time to leave for school or work as if dreading andwishing the clock wouldn't move? Why did you look so emotionallydrained when you came back? Why did you, even when voluntarilyleaving your property like you were now, be so tense until it wastime to head home?

She got her answer to these questions on this walk. Andhonestly, a part of her thought she'd be better never knowing.

As you two were walking a few girls from your class whowere some of your main bullies saw you. You froze up and lookedaround, you weren't in school so you could just leave. But also youweren't in school, there were no teachers to stop them. Not that theteachers stopped them, but you at least had a slightly better chancewhen teachers were near by.

"Wow, look it's the whale! Who's that with you tubbawubba?!" One of the girls called while the rest laughed as youhugged yourself tightly and Susan looked between the girls and you,glaring at them. She was intimidating yet none of the girls backedoff. However when she took a step towards them with an icy glare inher blue eyes they gasped, some buried biological instinct screamingin their minds that this woman was dangerous.

"L'ave h'r alon'." Susan said with a glare.

"And what will you do if we don't?" One of thegirls, the one with more bravo than sense, asked as she thenexperienced the full force of the personification of Sweden's glare.A glare she hadn't used since she and Denmark had their wars.

"I'll m'ke y'u w'sh y'u w're de'd." She answeredsimply looking between the small group who suddenly realized they hadno males to protect them. "If I h'ar 'ny of y'u w're b'th'ringN'me, th're w'll b' consequences." She drew out the word'consequences' it was easily heard as she walked back to you, puttinga hand on the small of your back and leading you away.

You were absolutely shocked. No one had done that foryou before, or even something close to that. You had gotten to knowSusan well over the last six weeks she had been in this world; youliked to think you had become relatively good at understanding herlooks and grunts, proficient even. You had never heard her speak thismuch in a single day, and in protection of you. Even when she wasteaching you Swedish which was something she took up when she hadsaid something in the language and you had asked to learn.

And right now she was cussing them out in Swedish, thewords she was using she had never taught you. So you didn't reallyknow that she was cussing them out, but to help with your learningyou had started listing to Swedish music and watching Swedishtelevision since after two weeks of listening to a language you cantell the general gist of the conversation and you knew the basic ofwhat she was calling the bullies.

"D'n't l'st'n to th'm, N'me. Y'ur be'ut'ful." Shesaid and you blushed darkly. You didn't believe she actually meantit, she was tall, muscular, with smooth pale skin, bright blue eyes,and bright blonde hair. How could she think the (skin tone) chubbygirl with (eye color) eyes and normal (curvy/wavy/straight) (haircolor) locks was beautiful? You thought she menat your personality,which to you really was all that mattered. Personality could make themost beautiful woman on the planet ugly to you, or make someone uglybeautiful.

"Susan?" You spoke glancing at her before smiling,"thank you." You were thanking her for standing up for you, forbeing your friend. She felt a blush coming up but willed it away,giving the slightest smile she stroked your hair comfortingly.

Thatlisten for two weeks and you can understand the general gist of aconversation is not something I made up. It's true. My family had alot of exchange students and some we've kept a relationship with, thetwo most being one from Finland and one from Sweden who though bothcame to America and lived with my parents for a year, years before Iwas born I know and have talked to them. When my mom was twenty shewent over to stay with the Finish one for a month, two weeks in sheunderstood the general gist of the conversation, when someone went totell her what was said, she told her she knew what was said and toldher. Shocked the hell out of the entire family. XD