Sweden x Reader - Not Your Wife

Sweden x Reader – Not Your Wife

______'s eyes scanned the lunch hall carefully, grinning. Now, where was her favourite bunch of misfits…? Ah, there they are! Sitting in the corner of the large room, they were mostly hidden by other people.

She took a step towards them and, immediately, her ears were assaulted by a loud voice from behind her. '______!!' A body collided with her back and if she hadn't been already used to this behaviour, she would've fallen over. As it was, she pin wheeled spectacularly but managed to regain balance.

'Allison!' Her best friend laughed at the exclamation and got down, settling for just hugging her from behind. Now ______ joined in, chuckling at her friends antics.

'Are you going to sit with us today?' She asked, big blue eyes glittering with hope.

"Us" referred to only one other person, excluding Allison, her name was Julchen. Ever since one fatal History class, Julchen had been claiming she was from Prussia and not Germany like her sister, Luise.  Something that amused the History department for sure.

______ felt a small twinge of guilt in the pit of her stomach. She hadn't sat with her two friends since what seemed like forever. It wasn't that she didn't like them, no, she would never stop loving her besties and it wasn't like they didn't come and sit with her at that table with those people but it had been awhile since they'd sat together, just the three of them.

'Ah – I was going to sit with…' She let herself trail off, feeling guiltier than ever.
'Vith your lover-boy, yes, ve know.' Said a female voice from behind. Julchen had joined them at last. ______ blushed slightly, eyes narrowing in mock annoyance as she turned slightly (Allison still clinging to her back) to glower at Julchen.

'He is NOT my lover-boy.'

Julchen simply laughed, her red eyes almost glowing with amusement. 'Sure frau, sure.'

Allison finally let go of ______ and dramatically shuddered. 'Your taste in men is weird, ______, don't you find him scary like the rest of us normal people?' She teased, unable to stop a small grin forming on her face.
______ huffed. 'He is not scary!' ……… 'Ok, he is. But still! He doesn't mean to be scary, he's just misunderstood.'
They laughed together and stepped into the room, heading for the table in the corner that was mostly hidden by everybody else in the lunch room.

The Nordic Five, as referred to by most of the school, looked up as ______, Allison and Julchen sat down with them. They were used to this, ever since ______ had tentatively started sitting with them, her two friends came along too.

'Hi guys!' 'Yo! 'Sup dudes?' 'Hallo.' The three girls exclaimed as they sat down.

Berwald grunted at them, a standard greeting. He was happy to see them. Mathias grinned and loudly said 'Hej!!' causing Lukas to twitch in annoyance, he nodded at them, face expressionless as always. Tino smiled brightly and uttered a soft greeting.
But there was one ______ didn't recognise. A silvery-blonde boy with purple eyes stared at them from the other end of the table. Oh wait, wasn't he in her Art class? What was his name…? Truth was, ______ had never met the last of the Nordic Five. He never seemed to be around come lunchtime.

'______. Y'u h'ven't met Emil…' Said Berwald in his deep, slow voice as he gestured at the boy called Emil. '______, Emil. Emil, th's…is m' w'fe.'

Silence.

______ stared at Berwald in disbelief, mouth partly open. Did he just say what she thought he just said?!

Then Allison, Julchen and Mathias roared with laughter at the look on ______'s face. Tino shot ______ a sympathetic look whilst Lukas and Emil looked on with indifference.

______ was still staring at Berwald's very serious face. He was staring back at her, expression unreadable. 'W-What?!' ______ finally managed to splutter out, almost choking on the word. 'I'm…what?!'
'M' w'fe.' Replied Berwald seriously and  ______ sharply inhaled, so she hadn't heard wrong.

'But…' ______ said, trying to collect her thoughts. 'But…I'm not married.' She lifted her left hand to show the table her ring-less fingers. 'See? So…I can't be your…wife…' She trailed off again, still looking utterly confused and bewildered.
'If you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it~' Sang Julchen, causing Allison to break out into peels of laughter again and Mathias to snort, burying his face into his hand to try and stop from laughing.
______ scowled and threw Mathias's fork at Julchen to shut her up.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~Bob will now escort you through this time skip~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


It had now been a month since that lunchtime Berwald had declared ______ as his wife. ______ had forbidden her friends to mention it EVER AGAIN. Although that didn't stop Julchen from singing 'Single Ladies' loudly every now and then, she insisted it was her favourite song so she just had to sing it but ______ knew better. Allison just smiled at her knowingly.

She had also had to put up with Mathias teasing her until Lukas kindly stepped in, strangling Mathias with his own tie until he turned blue. When ______ thanked him, he just nodded and told her that if she needed to hide, she was welcome to hide in the Magic Club. Which she did sometimes, when she was particularly stressed and found Vlad was very good at making her laugh whilst Arthur was a gentleman.

Berwald hadn't said she was his wife since that day but ______ had the feeling he was waiting for something. She would catch him staring at her sometimes with a strange look on his face. She was curious but didn't want to open that subject again so she shrugged it off. Other than that, things proceeded as normal. Well, as normal as you can get with her bunch of friends.

Today was Friday and ______'s eyes scanned the lunch hall carefully, looking for her favourite bunch of misfits. She swore they moved around just to see if she could find them. Ah, there they were, hiding on the other side of the lunch hall this time, near to the fire exit. This time, she could see Julchen and Allison had already sat with them, laughing away at something.

'Hi guys, what's up?' ______ said, once she was in reaching distance of them, slipping into a seat next to Allison, Berwald sat on the end of the table nearest to her, putting something into his pocket.

Julchen cackled. 'Nuzing frau, how vas Maths?'

'Boring.' Came the reply.

Suddenly Berwald lent forward and grabbed her left hand, tugging it – and her – towards him.

'Wha?! Berwald, what are you doing??' ______ said, half on the table now, right arm trying to support her upper body weight. She flushed with embarrassment at her situation.
Berwald took no notice and slipped something onto her ring finger. ______'s eyes went wide and her jaw dropped, he'd just put a ring onto her finger. A WEDDING RING!!!

'I l'ked it…so I p't a ring 'n it. Y'u 're m' w'fe.' He stated seriously, looking into her eyes.

______ fainted on the table.