The Midnight Man|Sweden X Reader

"Berwald!" you called out after closing the cupboard, "Where is the matchbox?"

That's right. You've been searching for the matchbox since afternoon. You and Berwald had decided to play the 'Midnight Man'game in his house. You came in the morning to print out the rules and get some items. Pretty neat, huh?

The blond Swedish entered the kitchen and looked around. You stared at him until he walked to the dinning table and picked up a toast that was laying on a plate, "Is this a matchbox?"

You stared at him as if he was some sort of idiot, "No, it's a toast." you replied.

Berwald stared at it before shurgging and threw it behind him. He walked over to the counter and picked up a matchbox under the toaster.

"Why on earth did you put it there?"

"Peter." Berwald replied before heading to the living room; You following behind.

He placed the matchbox on the table then picked up a pen to write both of your names, "I should probably use a fake name for precaution." Berwald said as he wrote 'Mathias Kohler' on the paper, "Yup. They'll never know."

"S-Seriously?" you then looked at him slightly irritated when he wrote your actual name instead of a fake name.

"There." Berwald said before putting the pen down and taking a knife. He mad a small cut on his finger, making it bleed. Both of you watched as few drops of blood falls onto the paper, "Can I cut myself some more?"

"The bloody hell you will!" you barked.

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After doing all what you need to do, Berwald and you stood outside of the house with the paper. You told the Swedish that it won't work because it's meant for one player only but he didn't care. What's up with him anyway? He's breath smells like beer. Did he drink? Is he drunk? That might be the reason why he was acting weir the whole time. The bloody hell... If he passes out in the game, both of you are doomed.

You gulped before looking at the tall man beside you.

"If this doesn't work," the Swedish told to himself while staring at the door, "I'll slap a *censored*. And that *censored* is Tino."

"I can't believe you'd actually do that to your wife." you remarked, causing him to blush in embarrassment.

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"Where's the midnight man?" Berwald asked as he walks around his house with you.

It was really dark and the only light there is was the candle that Berwald was holding.

Seeing that you hadn't replied, he spoke again, "He has to be Swedish." you immediately turned your head to the blond man and looked at him as if he was a psycho, "I better talk in Swedish too."

"Please no."

"Hej knackt! Du star har souder?"

You dead panned.

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So far, both of you had encountered the midnight man. Like in the bathroom where Berwald spoke to the toilet about how it's *censored* isn't scary. Then told you how the pillow wanted to hug his face and that it's the scariest thing that has ever happened to his life. You mentally faceplamed. Then faceplamed again when he tried to offer the midnight man a beer.

"I would say, beside blowing our candles, Midnight man is pretty chill guy." Berwald smiled as he looked around the desk, "You know. I don't want to hate but I donate. So far-" Berwald stopped when he looked at his wall. He looked mad, "Oh my. He spilted blood on my wall."

"So?"

"That *censored* is dead. I just had that redone." Berwald said before walking away, "I don't care what you say, you will die."

Suddenly, the lights went on and immediately ran to the living room where you saw Mathais taking off his jacket, "Oh, hey (Name)!" the Dane beamed.

Soon after, Berwald entered the room and knocked out Mathais. Dear God. Bless this poor soul.