Hetalia: Nordic 5 Oneshots and Imagines

Sweden x Pregnant!Reader: Shopping in Ikea with Berwald

A/N: This could be a continuation of the last Sweden x Reader fic.

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You and Berwald were at Ikea. The two of you were looking at cribs and dressers for your new baby girl. Berwald was extremely picky with the furniture, choosing only the best and the most expensive for your kiddo. Luckily, he had the 'VIP' discount, which took 75% off of your purchases. Score!

The two of you were looking at cribs, Berwald running his finger around every single inch of the wood. You glanced at the stuffed animals instead, playing with them.

"Oh Ber! Wouldn't our little one like a monkey or panda for their room? The Swede grunted as a response, continuing to examine the many cribs in the room.

"Okay!" You cheered, and tossed the toys into the shopping basket. Berwald smiled a bit at your chipper state, and moved on to the next crib.

*le timeskip*

You kicked your legs as your mouth savored the taste of the meatball. As you were enjoying the taste, your oh-so-sneaky husband managed to steal one.

"Nej!"*

You tried to slap his hand, but it was too late. Berwald had already consumed it, and smirked at your failed attempt.

"Hmph!" You turned your head and poked your nose at the sky, eyelids concealing your mischievous (e/c) eyes. The Swede loved your childishness, and always had fun teasing you.

"(Y/n)." He muttered, waggling his fork-stabbed meatball in your direction. The smell instantly overtook you, turning your head and opening your mouth wide to grab it. Unfortunately, he yanked the fork back in his direction before you caught it, and bit off the piece of meat. Another smirk covered his lips.

"I hate you, Ber-ber." You whined, using his pet name that he adored. Your right hand decided to sneak over and grab the chocolate cake, but he slapped your hand before you could drag it towards you.

"Noo! Please?" Cue the puppy eyes.

"No more sweets, (y/n)."

"But why? The baby wants chocolate! And the baby is special!"

"The baby is special, but I know that you are the one that wants chocolate." Berwald dragged the plate of cake towards him.

"Then why did you get a chocolate cake?" Your arms were crossed as you made a pouty face.

"Because I wanted to see you suffer." A gasp escaped from your lips, with you sulking in your chair. Berwald dug into the cake and took a bite. Your eyes scanned over the table, noticing that the meatballs were all consumed. Your husband continued to enjoy his cake, causing you to turn your head to resist the temptation of murdering him.

*timeskip*

After snacking in the dining area, the two of you decided to continue shopping. Berwald immediately dashed towards the self-serve furniture section, with you lagging behind.

"No. No. No. And no." Furniture was Berwald's everything, besides you and the baby.

As your husband continued to pick at the boxes, you decided to have some alone time with your little one.

"Hello, lovey!" Your hands ran around your stomach as you cooed at the human being inside. Your belly was a bit small for seven months, but you suspected that she would be a small child. You began to grow bored though, so you decided to glance at some towels for the bathroom. Bad mistake.

Because you were in Ikea, you got lost instantly. For some reason, you ended up at the kitchen section instead of textiles. You managed to entertain yourself by playing with the miniature kitchens, pretending to play cook. The staff ignored you, knowing that you were Berwald's wife. He literally had that much influence over Ikea.

*Berwald's POV*

Berwald had just finished his shopping at the self-serve area. He turned to ask a question, when he noticed that you weren't there. He automatically panicked. And a panicking Swede is not a good one.

He hopped onto the shopping cart and flew all over the first floor. Shoppers evaded from the path, making sure not to get hit. No success. A worried look plastered on his face, no glance of the chipper woman. Tears started to line his eyes, but he quickly wiped them and motivated himself.

Berwald pressed the elevator button, but it didn't come until 5 minutes later with a full car of shoppers. His patience was wearing out, and he immediately flew into the car after the last person left. The Swede repeatedly pressed the second floor button until it almost broke. Once the doors opened again, he jumped onto the cart and flew. Unfortunately, you were downstairs by then.

*Your POV*

You decided to look at popsicle molds as well, because making popsicles is fun! After throwing 3 packs of molds into your yellow bag, you skipped over towards the basket of salad spinners. 2 were tossed into the bag, and you strolled along until you got to textiles. There were your towels!

*Berwald's POV*

The Swede continued to fly through the store, almost knocking down a shopper in the process. His face was dotted with anger, fear, and worry.

"Out of my way!" He yelled in heavily accented English. After zipping through the second floor twice, tears lined his eyes once again, this time they stayed there.

Berwald decided to sit on a sofa, and started to cry. But he remembered something, and a flashback popped into his mind.

*Flashback*

"Berwald?"

"Hmm?" He was enjoying a cup of hot coffee as his wife asked a question.

"I think we need more towels." You fingered the dishtowel in your hands, seeing the permanently soiled cloth.

"Ok. You can get some when we go to Ikea." He kissed his wife as she beamed.

*End of Flashback*

That's it! She was looking at towels! Berwald prayed that you wouldn't leave, and he hopped on the cart for the last time.

"I'm coming, (y/n)!" A wide smile covering his face.

*Your POV*

"These look nice!" You threw another dishtowel into your bag. The yellow bag was filled to the brim with 3 packs of popsicle molds, 2 salad spinners, dishtowels, bathroom towels, and even scented candles. The joys of pregnancy.

You were about to checkout, until you heard your name being called. You spun on your heels as you saw your Swedish husband on a shopping cart, flying towards you. You ran for your life as Berwald yelled. He quickly hopped off and grabbed the cart before it hurt anyone or anything.

His arms quickly wrapped around your figure as he kissed you all over your face. He even kissed your stomach as well.

"You worried me, älskling*. Don't run off ever again."

"I'm sorry, Ber-ber." You met his lips into a kiss.

"Now, let's pay for all of this."

*timeskip*

"(Y/n)?" Berwald glanced into your bag.

"Hmm?"

"Why do we have 2 salad spinners? We already have 3."

"I don't know." You answered back, as you munched on a cinnamon bun.

"(Y/n)! No more sweets!"

You stuck out your tongue at him and bit off your chocolate bar.

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Translations:

Nej: No

Älskling: Darling

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My longest fic!

I hope that this is enjoyable. Or humorous.

Criticism is welcomed!

Sweden belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Thanks!
:-)