APH: SwedenXReader: Robot

"I can't stand you." I said that sentence with honorable honesty. Berwald, the human personification of Sweden, really got on my nerves. He never showed any emotion to anyone except Tino, the personification of Finland. He refused to smile for me and he didn't laugh at my jokes. The only one who could get even a millisecond of the scary Swede's smile was Tino, that lucky bastard.
"Are you serious? Call me when you get a heart, you robot."
I thought I saw a tiny bit of emotion flash through his icy eyes, but I guess I was very wrong. He pushed the airs out of his lungs in a long, irritated breath and looked down, like my words had struck him hard like a train wreck. Still he was silent and refused to show a speck of emotion.
I grabbed my coat and headed out of the Swedish man's house, anger keeping me warm. He didn't come after me. I wasn't surprised.
For three days, I didn't talk to Berwald. It was agonizing. I missed that frustration I had with him. It was better than me moping around my home all the time. At least at Sweden's it was warm with some kind of weird comfort despite how unfriendly the man seemed.
I needed to get out of the house, so I went to check my mail. Inside were a bunch of bills I wouldn't pay, magazines I wouldn't read, campaign letters I would probably throw in my fireplace later, and one letter from Tino. I didn't even need to read who it was from to know it was from the little, jolly man. His loopy script was impossible to miss.
I put the letters by the fireplace and the rest of my junk mail in a drawer in my bedside table as I sat down on my bed. I crossed my legs and carefully opened the letter. In Tino's glorious and pretty scripts was a letter addressed to me.

Hello!
I'm sure by now you know that it is Tino! Of course you do! You read the envelope!
Anyway, I wanted to ask if you knew what was up with Sve. He seemed a little down today, and I don't know why! He's been in his shop for four days and he won't talk to me or Sealand! I'm starting to get very worried. I know you two are very close, considering you were dating. You probably noticed this, too! I was hoping you could get him to feel better.
I'll talk to you later!
- Tino

Tino was so naïve and cute. It almost broke my heart. At that moment, staring at the letter like it was my occupation seemed like the only option. Finally, after a long series of thoughts, I got off my lazy bum, pulled my coat on over my shoulders and got on my bike. Biking to Berwald's house didn't take me long, which I expected. I threw my bike into the snow and rushed up to his door, holding onto my coat. I quickly kicked the door, making a large thud.
There he was. Standing in behind the door, almost like he expected me to be back right at this moment, he looked more scary than usual. He casually looked down at me, if you can say Sweden is casual. I had to close my eyes and grit my teeth as I felt his gaze run over me, observing and waiting for me to make the next move. I opened one eye to see he was wearing a shirt that was made to look like his flag, navy slacks and a pair of black dress shoes.
"H'llo."
"Hi, Sve. Uh, Finny sent me here to see how you were doing."
"M' w'fe s'nt y'u?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. W'll, c'me 'n. It's c'ld." He stepped out of the frame of the door and gestured for me to come inside. I went in and smiled as the warmth of a heated room flooded over me. I removed my coat and dropped it on the floor, not really caring for it at the moment. He quickly picked it up and hung it on the coat rack.
"So… F'n s'nt y'u? Why?"
I shrugged, leaning on the wall and crossing my arms over my chest. "He said you we're coming out of your workshop and ignoring him and Sea. So he said I should come and see what's wrong with you."
Berwald just shrugged. I bit back my urge to yell at him for being so quiet about such a subject. Instead, I said, "So, are you alright?"
"I'm f'ne."
"You don't seem fine."
He stiffened a bit, and then he slowly turned his head to stare at me. I could almost hear the slow, eardrum-bursting creak his neck would make if it was metal; he turned it so painfully slow. Then, he simply raised an eyebrow. "Why d' y'u c're? I th'ught I w's a rob't."
"Oh, you totally are," I said, being realistic. "I don't care. I just came because Finny asked."
"I see. W'll, y'u c'n t'll h'm I'm f'ne."
"Fine, then I will!" I grabbed my coat off the hook and went to go outside when Berwald grabbed my arm. He didn't say anything, but he looked like he wanted to. For once, his blue eyes weren't scary looking. I stared back at him, trying to figure out what he was doing. His grip on my arm finally released.
"Y'u c'n go, b't I w'sh y'u'd st'y."
I was hit by a bullet of emotions. Anger, sadness, relief, happiness, so many different emotions and ideas flooded over me. What was he doing? What would I do once I figured that out? Finally, I came up with an idea. "Got a pen and some paper?"
His eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Y's… Why?"
I grinned with total and utter idiotic confidence. "I need to tell Tino that everything is going to be just fine."