Around The World ( Hetalia X Reader)

Time-outs ~ Sweden X Reader

"Want to go to the park?" You asked, bouncing on the balls of your feet. They had just built a new park down the street and the new swingset looked AWESOME! Sure, you may be too old to be at a play park, but come on. Swings. Swings. You never get too old for swings!
"Mhm." Your friend Berwald nodded silently. He stood up and put a large hand on your shoulder, guiding you towards the front door of his house.
You let yourself be be guided out if the house, down the street and into the park all while smiling like a kid at a carnival.
"Swings?" He asked, seeming to read your mind. Or maybe he just knew by the way your eyes were automatically pulled towards them and your entire body gravitated in their direction.
You nodded enthusiastically, your (h/c) hair bobbing with your movement. "Yes please!"
Berwald grunted and the two of you walked towards the swings. "Sit." He ordered, nodding his chin towards one of the gleaming new swings. You complied and sat down, grinning from ear to ear.
He moved behind you and placed his large, warm hands on your back; giving you a light push. You swung back and forth, going higher and higher with every push.
You couldn't hold back the giggle that escaped your lips. Unbeknownst to you, a smile was forming on Berwald's lips. He was so happy to see you enjoying yourself.
"I'm going to jump!" You call happily.
"Wha-?" Berwald is snapped out of his daze just as you launch yourself off the flexible plastic seat and across the sand.
Berwald let out a gasp despite himself. What if you got hurt? What if as you landed and twisted your ankle? What if you smashed your head on the ground? What if, what if, what if?
You didn't.
You landed on the sand, gracefully bending your knees as you went down to absorb the shock. You had only just looked up when Berwald grabbed your face in between his two large hands, eyes scrutinizing your face for any sign of injury.
"Berwald?" You breathed, your face flushing.
"You could have gotten hurt!" He pulled you up to your feet and enveloped you in a bone crushing hug.
"Uh! Berwald!" You flapped your hands around, tapping his back. "Breathe! Can't breathe!"
He quickly released you and stepped back. "Never do that again!"
You giggled at his flustered look. "Alright, I'll try."
He glared at you and took your elbow, leading you away from the swings. "We're going home." He said.
You pout. "Why?" You complain.
"Because you might do something stupid again." He gripped you tighter.
"Uh-um..." You tripped over your feet trying to keep up with him. "Can you please slow down?"
Berwald grunted and stopped completely. You ran smack into his muscular back. Without a word, he swept your legs out from underneath you and and held you in his arms. Your face burned bright red as he huried home.
"You're getting a time-out." He growled as he pushed through the front door of his home. He carried you into the kitchen, plopped you down in an Ikea chair and turned it so that you face the wall.
"Hey!" You complained, twisting your body around so that you could see his back as he retreated from the kitchen. "I'm not a child!"
Berwald froze and stood facing away from you for a few moments. He turned back to face you, stoic expression and all. "Then prove it."
You stared at eachother for a few moments before you stood up and circled the chair. "Fine." You said. It took you three strides to cross the kitchen. You were determined to do this.
You reached Berwald, grabbed the collar of his shirt, shifted yourself to your tippy toes and kissed him.
On the lips.
Shit.
Oh my god(s) you actually did it!
Berwald seemed surprised but soon started to kiss you back. As soon as you broke for air, Berwald returned to his normal stoney-faced expression.
"I guess I should give you time-outs more often, if it means kissing you." He said, completely straight faced.
"Oh my god." You buried your face in your hands.