The rain continuously fell onto the land that sat in front of your eyes. The soft pitter patter sound that was cause from the rain hitting the glass of the window caused you to doze off once in a while.

All in all, it was peaceful, until the most annoying of the five Nordics decided to disturb you. "Oh, there you are. God, I couldn't find you for awhile there." He grinned.

Rolling your blue orbs, you turned towards him, "What do you want Denmark?" you snapped at him.

"No need to get pissy with me alright? I just wanted to tell you that Sweden won't be home until late tonight."

You narrowed your eyes, "Why the hell are you telling me this?"

His grin grew wider, "Because I know something."

"You know what?"

"Oh~ Just a lil thing. You know, you in being in love with Sweden."

You, in love? Silly! You in love with Sweden? Sillier! "I am not Denmark!"

He put a hand onto your black hair, "I know for a fact that you are."

Your gaze turned fierce as you looked up at him, before you began slamming your fist against his chest.

Denmark was currently ducked behind an up turned couch, while you were standing in front of it, breathing hard. The furniture that was in the room was turned over, and objects were tossed around the room. And even a stapler was stuck in the wall behind where Denmark was.

"Why are you being so defensive if it isn't true!"

"Because, you shouldn't assume something like that if you don't have proof!"

Denmark stood up, and dodged another thrown object. "Oh, I have plenty of proof."

"Oh really now? Do enlighten me Denmark."

"You'd have to be a fool not to see what he does to you when he walks into the room. Hell, I think Sweden is the only who can't see it!" He laughed, "Every time he walks into the room, you blush and stare excessively at him. Whenever his arm brushes past you, you nearly faint! You even found a stupid excuse to stay living with him and the rest of the Nordics! Oh and why haven't you ever had a boyfriend? I mean, I even asked you out, and you turned me down! What about Slovenia? I remember him asking you. Or Romania? I think you and he were getting along just fine!

Your blush darkened, as you kneeled to the floor. Everything he was telling you was true! You did blush like a virgin in a porn shop when Sweden walked into the room, you even found a silly excuse to stay with him, and even after you got the freedom the rest of the Nordics denied you for years! You DID deny every man who asked you, in hopes Sweden would one day renounce his homosexuality. You constantly found yourself drowning in his blue eyes, or in his cute, deep, Swedish accent!

But, when did you start loving the ex-Viking? Was it when he promised you protection and health when your country was going down? Was it when Finland was forced to live with Russia for a limited time? Or maybe, it was when he chose to show you the playful and slightly happier side of the quiet Nordic? But, if he ever found out, you would never be able to show your face to him again.

And the person with the loudest mouth HAD to be the one to notice, your uh, fascination!

"And there you go again! Daydreaming! I bet it was all about Sweden~!"

Denmark had to be the most ungodliest person who ever walked the earth. However, he finally shut hips lips when the sound of the front door opening the closing tore through the now quiet room. The Cheshire cat would be jealous of the grin that followed. Because, who stood there was Sweden, a slight look of confusion in his face as to why the house looked like a total battle ground.

"Oh my god, Sweden! I can explain-Mmph!"

Denmark jumped over the turned over couch and slammed his hand over your plump lips.

"Actually, Ally has something to tell you~!"

You struggled against his arm, 'damn his upper arm strength!"

"She is..."

'I'm going to dissemble you with your ax!'

"In love with you!" he quickly removed his hand, to leave you on the ground, blushing.

Snickering, he quickly made an exit, before you even had a chance to look at him, because your eyes were on the emotionless face of Sweden.

Your face bursted into flames, as the blush danced around on it. Sweden probably didn't know the first thing about dealing with a love-stricken girl; let alone how to let you down gently. That was to be expected, it really didn't make your situation any better!

But, instead of talking to you, he simply leaned down and pressed his lips firmly to yours.

Sweden's lips were soft, and when his pink appendage came out to play, you nearly fainted. When you moved your arms to wrap around his neck, when reality kicked you in the face.

Pulling away from him, you looked at him shocked. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

Sweden took your open mouth as an opportunity to put his lips onto yours again and snake his tongue into your mouth.

This time, he pulled back.

Stuttering, as well as blushing, all you got out was, "w-wha? I-I? Y-you? WHAT?"

He tilted his head to the side. You could only take a guess at how long you wanted that to happen, but it didn't make any sense! Questions and thoughts ran through your mind, you couldn't make heads or tails of anything!

The fact that he looked as passive as ever didn't help your racing mind.

"Finland said y'd like it."

F-Finland?"

"Y's."

"B-buh! Why?"

"Finland said that I 'nly had feelings for 'im 'cause I'd never been 'round anyone else. He said I should try bein' with some'ne else I felt for."

That being said, he kissed you again.

As soon as he pushed you into your room, the door was locked, to prevent from any other Nordic to disturb you. You were slammed against the wall, your short skirt hiked up your pale legs as one of his hands attacked your left breast. His lips were on your own, pink appendages fighting for dominance in your mouths, his hips grinding lightly into your lower half. For never seemingly been with a woman, Sweden knew quite well what he was doing, and how to pleasure you.

Kissing down your jaw line, he began nibbling on your jugular sensually, and then began placing sloppy love kisses onto your neck. Unbuttoning the first three buttons of your blouse, he nearly ripped the rest off and let it slip to the floor, before licking your collarbone. Hand now on your side, he ran them up before gripping to the back of your head and pulling on the black hair.

"S-Sweden." You mumbled as he began trailing kisses between your breasts. The hand in your hair traveled south, and found your bra clip. With one snap, you felt your peaks lose their support, as he wiped away the flimsy bra.

Automatically his eyes were one your rosy peaks; they were different from what he's seen. And he's never really noticed them before either. His mouth latched to one, as he began viciously rolling your nipple between his teeth. He looked up at you as you threw your head back and groaned. His other hand, trailed down your body to put itself onto your other breast, giving it attention as well. His hand and mouth left you as he began quickly removing your skirt and letting it pool by your feet.

Without warning, he slid you panties to the side and slid one of his slender fingers into you. Your hips already began bucking against his hand, begging him to add another finger. Complying, he slipped another finger in, all the while his thumb rubbed your clit.

"Nhg!" you gasped and pulled on his blonde hair. You yelped again as he bit down on the skin between your neck and shoulder. Fingers still inside of you, he picked up speed and curled his fingers. "A-ah!" and with that, your juices flowed onto his hand.

Sensually bringing his hand to his mouth, he lapped up whatever you got onto him. Pulling you up so you could wrap your arms around his neck, and legs around his waist, he pushed himself towards the bed. Sitting you down, you clawed at his shirt, until you finally managed to get it off and onto the floor.

He quickly left you for a moment, and pulled his pants down as quickly as possible before resuming his spot. Looking down, you blushed deeply. He was certainly big.

Bringing your small hand down, you clasped it around his length, before giving it a tender stroke. He groaned lightly, before bucking his hips into your hand. He looked at you before pressing his lips to yours. Plead filled his eyes.

"Are you ready?" He whispered in your ear.

You merely nodded, before he begins to press his length into you. Groaning, you threw your head back, but bit against a finger. Rubbing his hands against your sides soothingly, he waits until he hits your back wall. Groaning himself, he thrusted shallowly, before you told him it as okay to move fully.

Grip on your sides tightening, he began pushing him in and out of your wet core, letting small groans out here and there.

"Ah! Uhg! Nhg! Sweden!" you moaned, as his hand comes down to rub your clit, and his lips attack your neck.

Hissing lightly as he felt your walls tighten around him, he picked up speed.

"H-harder!" He obliged with your command, and slammed into you with all the strength he had.

Your breathing became painful, as you felt a tight coil in your stomach. "AH! Sweden!" you yell, as ecstasy runs through you, and your juices flow onto his still pumping member.

He grunts, and still manages to speed up to reach his own climax. "A-ah." He gasps.

You can feel his seed fill you as he rides his climax out, before hunching over you and pressing his lips onto yours lovingly.

"I'm glad I d'cided to list'n t' Finland."

You smiled tiredly, "Im glad too."

Snuggling his face into your neck, he pulled you (If possible) closer to him and closed his eyes. "Yer my wife now."