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(Bartender!Sweden X Reader) Heart Of Stockholm

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Published: Sep 9, 2014

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Glamour Night - Sweden

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Heart Of Stockholm sounds good...

(Name) eyed the given card carefully, as she slammed it on the table.

"Heart Of Stockholm is my choice." (Name) said proudly.

"Berwald will serve you tonight, (Name)." The Norwegian said, as he poured himself a glass of Bloody Mary.

"Haha, Sve, she's all yours!" The Danish bartender laughed, slamming his hands on the bar table, making the {H/C}-haired female flinch.

"Mhm." Is all that came as a reply from the stoic Swede.

(Name)'s {E/C} orbs averted towards the Swedish bartender, who just took out a bottle of Punsch.
As he examined it closely, narrowing his greenish-blue eyes, and brushing his fingers on the glass surface of the bottle.
Setting the bottle onto the bar table, Berwald grabbed a nearby mixer, as he began to add the necessary ingredients for the drink.

Seeing that the Swede was busy, the smiling Danish baretnder snickered, as he slid a classic cocktail glass.

Pouring the newly-mixed drink onto the cocktail glass, Berwald carefully topped it all off with a lemon twist.

" 'joy y'r dr'nk, m'ss." (Enjoy your drink, miss.) Berwald said, as he took the various beverages he used for the cocktail back onto the tall shelves at the bar.

(Name) never lost her sights off the Swede, as she sipped her "Heart Of Stockholm".

Does he ever smile?

(Name) closed her eyes, only to feel someone tapping her shoulder lightly, opening her eyes and looking up, it was Berwald, staring down at her with his forever stoic expression.

"Oh? Berwald? Want to talk?" (Name) asked, blinking a few times.

"Hm." Came a slight nod of approval from the Swede.

Is he starting to like (Name)?

Finishing up her "Heart Of Stockholm", (Name) turned to face Berwald, who didn't even look towards her.

Was he shy?

(Name) noticed that Berwald avoided eye contact for some reason, and decided to scoot closer to the Swede.

"Berwald, are you okay?" (Name) asked, a slight look of concern plastered on her features.

"Ja. 'ts n'th'ng." The Swede responded, as he turned around to face (Name).

~~Watching~~ Stalking from afar, was the Danish bartender, along with the other 3 bartenders, peeking from the other side of the bar at (Name) and Berwald chatting.

"Hahaha! Sve's got her, boys!" The Danish bartender grinned, as he noticed Lukas, the Norwegian bartender looking at Berwald and (Name).

"What's the matter, Norge? Jealous?" The Danish bartender teased, only recieving a glare from the Norwegian.

~ ~ ~ Back to (Name) and Su-san ~ ~ ~

"So, do have any other jobs besides working as a Bartender?" (Name) asked curiously, her {E/C} eyes shone with deep emotion mixed with kindness.

The Swedish man cocked his head, as he looked towards the other side of the bar, where Mathias, the Danish bartender, was peeking, seeing that Berwald was staring at him coldly, Mathias laughed nervously, as he hid behind the shelves holding the various alcoholic beverages. Berwald turned his attention back to (Name), seeing that the annoying Dane was gone.

"Ja. C'rp'nt'r." (Ja, Carpenter.) Berwald replied, averting his sights on (Name) again, as stoic as ever.

Wow. Must be cool to work as a Carpenter.

"Arts and crafts is your forte, isn't it?" (Name) smiled.

"Hm." Berwald replied.

He may look scary and intimidating...

But I can feel something in Berwald...

Something sweet and romantic.

(Name) decided to surpise the Swede, by kissing him on the cheek. Berwald blushed a bright pink, placing a hand over his mouth, as he couldn't help it, by kissing (Name) back, this time on the lips. Alarmed, and bushing like one of Antonio's tomatoes, (Name) accepted the kiss, as she savoured every moment of it. Once they break for air, (Name) gazed towards the grandfather clock that was ticking, located by end of the row of auburn velvet seats by the bar.

23:59 PM

It's almost midnight. I should go." (Name) excused herself, as she broke the loving embrace, as she headed for the door, and exiting the bar.

The other three Bartenders, including the sneaky Mathias, came out of their hideout, to congratuate Berwald on getting a girlfriend.

"Aha~ You're so lucky, Su-san." The Finnish bartender smiled.

"I'll have my luck someday." The Norwegian bartender thought, looking towards his younger, biological brother.

"Call me big brother, Ice." The Norwegian bartender continued, The Icelandic bartender turned away from the Norwegian and scoffed.

"Nei." The Icelander shook his head, stepping further away from the smirking Norwegian.

~ ~ ~The next night ~ ~ ~

When (Name) came back to Sverdfisk, Berwald wasn't there, but he left something.

A hand-crafted petite house.

The small house was the size of the palm of (Name)'s hand.

"So much detail..." (Name) muttered, examining the wooden gift with curious {E/C} eyes.

Placing the small hand-crafted house aside, (Name) observed a handwritten note.

" -De'r (Name),

H'r' 's ' l'ttl' s'm'th'ng ' m'd' f'r y'. (Here is a little something I made for you)

H'p' w' w'll m't 'g'in. (Hope we will meet again.)

Jag älskar dig. ❤ "

-Berwald Oxenstierna

He loved her? Already?

Still, (Name) was happy. Ever since, (Name) came to Sverdfisk to have talks with Berwald, as well as taste his signature drink every once in a while.

"The Lion of Northern Europe has found his lioness."

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Here's Sweden, for he had the most votes on the Intro's comment section. Enjoy!

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