Reader x Various One shots

Switzerland x Reader

From birth, you had always known that you were to marry the prince of the neighboring kingdom. How you hated this fact; someone whom you hardly knew was to be your husband when you reached a marrying age. You envied the freedom that the village girls had. They were able to marry whomever they wished. They could be with childhood lovers, wanderlust travelers, knights, farmers. Anyone they desired could be theirs. You knew you should not sneer at the life you had. After all, you were a princess, lucky to have so many luxuries at your disposal. Yet, you felt as though you would give up everything for the ability to choose. Decide whom you would spend the rest of your life with.

That life was out of the question for you. Choice was not something that could be yours. Not only were you a princess but also an agreement to peace.

The kingdom from the South had struck a deal. Upon hearing of the king and queen's child, they had promised an eternal truce. All they asked for in return was the merging of the two families. Through the union of yourself and the prince of their kingdom peace would come to the land. Berwald Oxenstierna, that was the name of your betrothed, the man you were to marry. How you loathed the name, even if you had no face yet to pair it with. Hearing his name felt like chains attached to your arms and legs, trapping you into a life that had been long since planned. You knew these thoughts and desires of  independence were not something a princess should think. Voicing these concerns would most likely be cause for reprimanding. But you could not help what came to mind. You were often seen traveling about through the halls in silence. Or rumored to be off in your room, hidden away from prying eyes. As the years passed this only worsened. You became more and more withdrawn.

The only reason your parents, the king and queen, were not concerned, was because whenever approached or spoken to you would always be so gracious, smiling, and kind. With you appearing so happy, it never crossed their mind that there may be something wrong, and even if they though there were, they were not likely to do anything about it anyways. It was always kingdom before blood in your household. There were only small moments in which you were truly happy, and you would never trade those moments for anything.

Since you were still only a princess you would often not be involved in many of the things your parents were. This left you with quite a bit of free time, which you often spent walking around the courtyards in seemingly aimless manner. It was never truly absent-minded wandering, though, you just did not want it to be quite so obvious that you were sneaking out to the same place every day. Out to the castle's armory, which was always inhabited by your castle's blacksmith, who could usually be found creating or sharpening weapons.

"Hello your majesty" Vash smiled, not even needing to turn around to know it was you who entered the building. You smiled, "how many times have I told you that I would prefer you call me ____ when it's just the two of us?" He set down the sword he had been working with to turn and face you, "fifty-three and counting, your majesty" he smirked. You rolled your eyes, a smile never leaving your lips as you walked around to the other side of his workbench, "so what do we have here?" you ask, pointing towards the sword he had been working with. "Ah, just a little something for me," he said as he followed your gaze down to the blade, "since it has been rather calm lately, no orders have been coming in" he shrugged "it gave me some free time to make myself something." You nodded; smiling down at the weapon "I wish I knew how to fight with one of these" you ghosted your fingers along the still warm face of the sword. Vash watched the movement of your delicate fingers; his mind drifting to thoughts of how those fingers might feel against his own skin. Upon becoming fully conscious of where his mind had wandered, he silently scolded himself.

"If you would like, I could show you" he offered, drawing your attention immediately back to him. You were amazed, "Pardon me?" you asked, doubting that you had heard him correctly. He straightened up slightly, speaking a little louder and clearer this time "I said I could show you how to fight with a sword if you wish your majesty." You sighed hearing him use such a formal term yet again, but you let go, instead letting a wide grin blossom "I would love that Vash."