You were spending a month in Sweden to visit your family who lived there. They had left you in a shopping center to do your own thing while they went to run some errands, so you decided to go to the IKEA.
While everything was much cheaper in a Swedish IKEA than in an American IKEA, this was possibly the worst idea EVER. You had forgotten to tell your relatives that you barely knew any Swedish and were prone to getting lost. Which you did.
Not only were you lost in a foreign country, everyone was much taller than you. As you wandered around the massive store (Which admittedly was easy enough to get lost in regardless of your terrible sense of direction) you were certain you were going to die in here.
Luckily you spotted a familiar face. "BERWALD!" You screamed, earning strange looks from everyone as you bolted towards your friend.
"_?" He asked as you tackle-hugged him…. well, sorta. He was much larger than you so when you tackled him he stood firmly in place.
You didn't notice Tino, your Finnish friend, was there as well until he said, "_? What's wrong?"
You pulled away and waved your hands in the air. "I got lost! Really, really lost! I have no idea where I am, but I'm pretty sure I'm still in an IKEA. I hope…"
Tino smiled and patted you on the back. "You're still in the IKEA _."
"Really? Thank goodness! I can't understand anything in this store! I've been wandering around here for 3 hours trying to find my way out. And everyone's so tall! I'm scared… And hungry…" You said and put on your most pitiful sad face.
"We were just about to go to the food court if you'd like to come with us." Berwald said and promptly turned around and walked in the other direction.
Tino put his hand on your back and led you after him. "How does he not scare you _?" He whispered as the two of you followed the Swedish man.
"Because my best friend back home is a terrifying little munchkin. Nothing scares me anymore…" You replied.
After your meal of delicious Swedish meatballs, you had to go to the bathroom so you excused yourself.
Of course you were stupid enough to leave by yourself and not ask for directions. You did find the bathroom, but you couldn't find your way back to the food court. That was it. You were going to die in an IKEA.
It had been at least an hour since you had gotten lost. You were now sitting on one of the many chairs being displayed in fetal position sniffling. You were alone, in an IKEA, in Sweden. If this wasn't the worst thing to ever happen to you, than you didn't know what was.
"_!" A deep voice called.
You snapped your head up and saw Berwald looking around while calling your name.
You went from sniffling to full on tears as you ran up and hugged Berwald.
He hugged you and sighed with relief. "_... I was so worried about you. Don't ever run off again, understand?"
"Okay." You said and buried your face in his chest.
"Jag älskar dig." He mumbled under his breath.
"What does that mean?" You asked him.
He blushed, realizing that you had heard him. "N-Nothing."