Wedding with an Anime Character :Sweden:

"Let's go, _______." He whispered, pecking your cheek. You smiled as you floated down the aisle towards your husband to be.....

Berwald's usually stoic expression had a little light in it as he saw his bride to be float down the aisle. His messy blonde hair was slicked back and his dark blue eyes glowed with happiness.

_______ thought about how they met, her mind wandering back to that wonderful day.

~Flashback~

_______ sat down in a chair, a table with paints and a small canvas sat in front of her. She looked around nervously, not knowing anyone in the room. She had decided to try this small art class to try and let her pent up creativity flow.

"Is th's seat tak'n?" _______ turned her head to see a tall man with a scary look on his face staring down at her. His strange accent made it hard for her to figure out what he had said, but when she did, all she could do was shake her head. He was sort of cute, with his messy blonde hair and deep blue eyes that seemed to stare into the windows of her soul.

The class started up and they were to paint a landscape from their imagination. _______ was having a difficult time with this exercise. She was unable to put her imaginary land down onto the canvas and was slowly getting frustrated.

Unknown to her, the man next to her had been watching her struggle and really wanted to help her, but he was so shy, he didn't know if he could.

"Argh!" ______ shouted, throwing her paintbrush down. The teacher had already been over twice to try and help, but that was obviously not working. "Perhaps I'm just not cut out for this." she sighed in defeat. She was just about to leave when a hand was placed on top of hers.

"Wait." ______'s (e/c) eyes darted over to the man who had sat down next to her at the start of the class. "Let me h'lp you."

_______ didn't know how to respond, and he looked so cute blushing that she just had to sit back down. He scooted his chair closer to hers and held her hand as she held the paintbrush. _______ felt herself blush as he got closer to her and showed her how to use different strokes to get different patterns. He also helped her mix the paint into unique colors.

Eventually, _______ was able to paint close to what she had been imagining and had a ton of fun too.

"Hey, what's your name? Mine's ________ ________. Will you be here next week?" He blushed and looked away.

"M' name's Berwald. Y'a I'll be here n'xt week." _______ smiled and waved as she left.

"Well I will see you then!"

~End flashback~

_______ went to the art class every week, not just because she was having fun, but because she knew Berwald would be there too. He was shy and sometimes difficult to understand, but she soon realized that she was falling in love with him.

She learned that he was from Sweden and that's why he talked like he did. _______ really enjoyed his company and after some time of knowing each other, she invited him out for coffee. Soon after, they started dating.

When he popped the big question, he stumbled and blushed so hard _____ thought he would explode. of course, she said yes.

Now, the wedding was coming to a close. The vows had been said and the rings were now clasped onto each other's fingers. The preachers closed his bible as he pronounced them husband and wife, stepping back to allow them to seal the deal with a kiss.

Berwald swiftly pecked her lips, embarrassed that he had to do this in front of all their friends and family. ______ giggled, knowing that he would give her a better one when they were in private.

"Let's go!" She cried, pulling him away from the alter and back down the aisle as everyone cheered for them. _______ has never been happier in her whole life, now that she was holding her lover's hand in her own.