~~Kiss on the forehead~~
Sweden was actually a lot sweeter than he looked.
No matter what everyone else said he was always kind to me, and I had no reason to fear him.
Others however . . .
"F'rnce." The blonde froze,his hand stilled almost above my butt.
"Wh'tre y' doin' with (Name)?" The tall Swede towered over the terrified Frenchman and I offered a grateful smile at the stony face.
"Hi Berwald," I moved away from France, who was still in his position.
"Hej (Name)," we walked a little ways away from the frozen nation, and I grabbed his hand, stopping him and making him turn with a questioning look.
Tugging on his arm, he leaned down, and before I could rethink it I quickly kissed his forehead, let go of his hand and kept walking.
I called back to him, "Sweden?" He made a noise to show he was listening, and also right behind me.
"You would make a fantastic husband, you know." I felt a gentle pressure on my hand, and I was turned to have a kiss pressed to my forehead.
" 'nly if y' w're m' w'fe (Name)."
~~I want to be with you for the rest of my life~~