Sweden x Reader - Behind the Screen

    You were watching youtube again.
    You had become addicted to the site. You spent hours on end watching various youtubers.
    You couldn't help but watch video after video after...
    Pause.

    You stopped scrolling. You stared at the thumbnail on the video, seeing a handsome man smirking.

    With a quiet click, you opened the link. You were greeted with a low, burly voice with a heavy Swedish accent.
    "Hej. It's Berwald again. Some of you thought that I'd get scared by some new game out. It's a sort of horror..."
    You tuned out of what this "Berwald" was saying.

    His icy blue eyes seemed to pierce through the screen to meet your own. He talked without moving his mouth too much, causing you to watch his jawline intently. You smiled to yourself as  he began to play the game.

    The game started.

    A first-person horror, with nothing but a flashlight. In the woods. Being chased by who knows what.

    "Hmm..." He mumbled in a monotone voice, causing you to laugh at his boredom. Did he not feel the slightest tension as he played through this?

    A scream in the game's background caused you to flinch. You looked back to Berwald to find him smirking and chuckling.
    He found it...funny?

    Somehow, this made you smile to yourself. This guy could not only remain calm in a seemingly hopeless situation, but also laugh when faced with danger.

    He continued to play, when his flashlight began flickering.
    You bit your lip and smiled. What would Berwald think of this?

    To your surprise, Berwald gave a louder laugh and said, "Oh, my flashlight's out of batteries. How original."
    You couldn't help but laugh in agreement. It seemed that every horror game featured a flashlight running out of batteries. It was so overused, you found yourself shaking your head at the times you had been scared from it.

    Berwald continued on with his flickering flashlight, until it burned out. Your screen was completely black aside from Berwald's facecam, where you could see the Swede yawning in boredom.

    Suddenly the entire screen turned red as a piercing shriek played. You jumped, then excitedly looked to see Berwald's expression.
    He did not laugh, jump or smirk. He simply sat there with an unreadable expression on his face. Your eyebrows furrowed.

    Shouldn't he be chuckling at how it didn't scare him?
    Wasn't he the slightest bit surprised? 
    ...What is he thinking right now?

    His facecam changed to fill the screen. The game was gone, being replaced by Berwald.
    "That was...interesting." he said, "Nothing much. I'm doing a live stream pretty soon, if any of you have questions for me...which apparently you do. Just check the descri--"

    You didn't wait for him to finish talking before going to the link in the video's description. The page loaded, and you saw him.

    There he was. Sitting in his chair with his hair only slightly combed and a cup of coffee in his hand.
    "...and that's why I look like death." he concluded. You smiled, and looked over to the message board, where at least fifty people were chatting and asking questions.

    You opened the text box for the chat, attempting to think of a question. Your fingers hovered over your keys, as you concentrated.
    You looked up to the youtuber, greeted with his icy blue eyes staring at you.
    You smiled, and typed one of your many questions.
    
    <guest102>: What part of Sweden are you from?

    Berwald sat for a few more seconds before coming across your question. He answered simply, "Stockholm."

    <guest102>: Is it true that it's always freezing in Sweden?

    Berwald chuckled as he found your question, "More or less. But it's pretty much always dark."
    
    <guest102>: Have you ever eaten raw fish?
    <guest102>: Was English you first or second language?
    <guest102>: Have you ever been outside of the country?
    <guest102>: When did you get glasses?
    You are now in a private chat with the stream provider.

    You blinked. Berwald made...a private chat with you...?

    Would you like to turn on your facecam?
                <Yes>            <No>

    You hesitantly chose the "Yes" button, before seeing Berwald.

    As your facecam loaded, Berwald's eye widened, "..."
    "U-umm..." you stammered, "Sorry, I can turn it off--"
    "No, no. It's fine. I just didn't expect to see someone...you know. Normal."
    You smirked, "And what's that supposed to mean?"
    He smiled back, "I was expecting, you know, some fat guy with no life aside from his computer."

    You suppressed a chuckle as you continued to talk, "So...why did you make a private chat with me?"
    Berwald looked away from his facecam, muttering softly, "I don't really know. Nobody's ever been interested in me, I guess. Just what games I'll play or why I wasn't scared. You...I guess you were just different. You wanted to know the real me. Not the youtuber."

    You smiled a spoke softly, "I guess I wanted to know what was behind the screen."