Swedish Fish Kisses~Sweden X Reader

               When you crawled out of bed, you hadn't anticipated anything unusual to happen. You dressed as you always do, and headed downstairs for breakfast. The house was quiet, as usual. However, when you stepped into the kitchen, you nearly had a heart attack. Your best friend Berwald had sat himself right down at the kitchen table.
      ''W-wha???? How did you get in here???'' You immediately go to check the locks.
      ''Are you not happy to see me?'' His voice carried some disappointment as he adjusted his glasses.
      ''I...well, it isn't that. You just seriously scared me, and I would like to know how you got in.''
      ''You gave me a key, remember?'' He holds up the small, shiny object.
      ''O-oh! That's right. I remember now.'' You had given him a key a few weeks back. Recently, Berwald was having some identity troubles. For most of his life, he believed he had liked men. According to him, there was a girl he suddenly started liking, the same way he liked guys. It was really confusing him, apparently, so you gave him a key so he could come and talk to you or stay at your house if anything happened.
     ''Ja. I have a question, (your name).''
     ''Uh...Well, it is a free country. Go ahead and ask.'' You take a seat across from him.
     ''What do I do if I really like a girl...?''
     ''Well...I guess, if I felt this way, I would probably go for it. I mean, everyone is different. And you'll never know unless you try.''
     ''...How would I go about, 'going for it'?'' He frowned, looking a little anxious.
     ''I would...find some way to show her you like her. Maybe take her on a date, or do something sweet for her?''
     ''Something...sweet? Ja!'' He smiled for what seemed the first time in a long time. And you could easily tell between a fake smile and a real smile with Berwald. This was definitely real.
     ''Good lu-'' You didn't have time to finish as he ruffled your hair and hurried out the door. You felt a little ruffled inside, like the guy just took your heart and jiggled it around.
     ''Damn Swede.'' You muttered, feeling a little warm. You went about your everyday routine as usual, but something had clearly changed. Your movements were a lot slower, and your heart felt like it might burst.
     A few days later, Berwald gave you a call, asking if you would meet him at the local park. You agreed, figuring it was Valentine's Day and you really didn't want to be alone, no matter how much you said you did.
     However, you weren't prepared for what happened when you arrived. Berwald had prepared a picnic, and he smiled (again!!) as he saw you.
     ''What's all this...?''
     ''You'll see!'' He responded in that cute accent of his. You smiled back a little awkwardly, sitting down on the picnic blanket with him. For a while, you two ate and talked, looking back on some really strange things you guys had been through. Then, he dug into the very bottom of the basket and pulled out a big bag of Swedish Fish.
     ''Bleh. I don't like those. They're too chewy.'' You made a face.
     ''R-really?'' His face showed just how much his heart sank in his chest. Determined to make him happy, you sighed.
     ''N-no, I love them, actually!'' His crestfallen blue eyes shimmered. They looked extra bright today....it was a good look for him. You took the bag of awkward gummy fish, and you nibbled on a few. You purposely took small bites because otherwise they were hard to eat.
     In the middle of you nomming on the gummy treats, you realized they reminded you of Berwald. Kind of hard and cold on the outside, but a little bit warm and soft on the inside. They were the right balance of sweet and not-so-sweet...and in that moment, you decided you did like Swedish Fish after all.
     What took you by surprise, was the fact that while you had one halfway in your mouth, and you were reading the back of the package for like, the hundredth time over...there as a warm sensation that came over you, and the fish was tugged on gently. A hand slide under your chin, and you were forced to look up. Berwald replaced the fingers he had on the fish (he hoped that would get your attention) with his lips, keeping his other hand under your chin. In the back of your mind, you were thinking about taking the fish out of your mouth, but something just wouldn't let you do that. Berwald's eyes closed, and yours followed as you both were guided down the fish, and your lips touched ever-so gently. After a few minutes of the kiss, both of you split the fish in half with your teeth and ate your halves. Berwald pulled away, his cheeks dusted pink.
    ''I...''
    ''You said to take her on a date...and to do something sweet for her...I hope this was enough.''
    ''Berwald...it's...it's me...?'' You asked, completely dumbfounded.
    ''Ja....I didn't know how to say it...''
    ''Well...I...''
    ''Does this make you my wife...?''
    ''Uh....no....not exactly. I tell you what. We can start off being boyfriend and girlfriend, okay? And then...we can talk about me being your wife later down the road. Sound good?'' You blush gently as his hands slowly stroke your cheeks. He has really big hands, but they're surprisingly gentle.
    ''Ja.....I like that very much.'' Berwals smiles, kissing you again for good measure.