Don't Mess with the Babysitter {Nordic 5 x Reader}

“Is it okay if we share you?”

 

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“-I AM SO FREAKING BORED!”

You threw your head back, as far away from your computer screen as you could manage. You were so insanely bored out of your mind that you had nothing left to do—not even on the Internet. You had just stopped yourself from typing ‘Google’ into Google out of your pure boredom.

“Ughh…” You groaned, standing up. You slammed your laptop shut, only before realizing there would still be nothing left for you to do even if you did get up. Letting out another sigh of defeat, you plopped right back down.

“This has got to be my most boring vacation ever…” You grumbled aloud.

It was spring break—naturally anyone would think a teenager such as yourself would be going wild by now.

But not you. Instead, you were in your bedroom, pajamas on, shades drawn, doing literally nothing.

You were only three days into your weeklong vacation from school. And yet, you had already run out of things to do. “I wish something exciting would happen to me…” You mumbled to yourself. But what could happen to me that would actually be exciting? All I do is stay home all day and read fanfiction!

You sighed again and checked your phone for any messages. Still none. I wish someone would invite me to a party or something, or even an Easter gathering… you thought with self-pity.

But no one did. Most of your friends had left town for the break, so you were all alone. You’d kill for something fun (or remotely social) to happen to you.

I’ve been on the Internet for so long that my eyes actually hurt… huh, that’s a first… And not only that, but your fingers were getting cramped. Your thumbs and pointer fingers were sore from holding up your phone for hours on end. You almost regretted having a smartphone. You couldn’t let yourself go into the kitchen anymore either—after all you’d probably eaten half of what’s in the cupboards.

I would go bug my family… IF THEY WERE EVEN HOME! you nearly screamed inside your head.

…But hey, they say the quietest people have the loudest minds.

As you were pondering that idea, you suddenly heard your phone ring. The loud sound in the otherwise silent room shocked you so bad that you nearly jumped a foot in the air. “AHH!” You rose up, almost falling over in your chair as you reached for your phone. Maybe my prayers worked! God actually felt so bad for making me such an antisocial creep that He decided to have someone CALL ME FOR ONCE!... you thought with giddy excitement as you answered.

“Hello~?” You asked, a little too cheerfully.

But instead of some hot shirtless guy on a beach responding with a ‘You busy tonight?’, only your aunt’s voice filled your ears.

“Hello _____, how are you?”

You almost groaned into the phone. But you stopped yourself before it was too late, “I’m… okay. What about you?”

“Just fine~. I was wondering if you’d like to help me out with a job over your spring break?” She asked hopefully.

“Hmm…” You spun around on your desk chair, thinking. “What kind of job?” You, needless to say, were lazy.

“Oh, it’s just a babysitting job. Five boys at their place for a week.” She explained simply.

You groaned—this time not caring if she heard it. Babysitting usually wasn’t your forte, and she knew that. Especially with boys. They were bratty and annoying. “I don’t know…” You mumbled.

“They’ll pay a good amount~” She nearly sang.

You froze your spinning. And not just because you were already feeling dizzy. “…They will?”

You could practically hear her smile through the phone, “Of course. And you’ll get to stay in their mansion with a built-in movie theater, arcade, bowling alley, spa, rock-climbing wall-”

You instantly piped up. She didn’t even need to continue her long list of awesome stuff before you were already contemplating saying yes.

But five little boys? Could you really handle that? You could barely manage talking to five boys your age.

“_____? So what do you think? I honestly believe you have nothing to lose—you’ll get paid good money and get to have fun while you’re at it!” She assured.

“But…”

“And don’t forget, I’ll be there too. You won’t have to handle them all on your own.”

You finally cracked. What else were you going to do over vacation? You’d just been thinking a few minutes ago about how bored-to-death you were. And frankly, you had nothing better to do.

Plus, with the extra money, you could buy some more anime merch. And who knows—maybe the little boys would be sweet and cute. Then there was that long list of ‘awesome stuff’ in their mansion too. What idiot wouldn’t agree to the job?

“Okay, I’ll do it.” You told her with a grin.

--DoN't MeSs WiTh tHe BaBySittEr--

The houses that passed by your window were jaw-dropping. One after another, you watched countless mansions lead you deeper into the ‘rich-people’ neighborhood, as you’d put it earlier.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Your aunt asked as she too enjoyed the scenery.

She was currently driving to her friend’s house—the one that requested the babysitting job. “You know, you should make friends like them more often.” You mumbled.

She laughed lightly, “Shut up. You know I don’t make friends based off of things like this.”

You rolled your eyes and grinned, “Sure, whatever. Where are they going anyways?”

She kept her eyes on the road as she responded, “The parents are leaving town for vacation, of course. And they don’t trust their kids to stay home alone. So they asked me to babysit—but I didn’t think I could handle all five little ones on my own.” She then turned slightly to wink at you.

You looked down and fiddled with your seatbelt, “So what are they like? And how old are the kids, anyway?”

She shrugged, “I’m actually not sure. I only met their mother a couple months ago during one of our yoga classes. I haven’t met any of her family, though.” She checked her iPhone’s Maps route, and turned a corner.

As she pulled into an enormous, circular driveway, she added, “But I do know their names,”

Unbuttoning your seatbelt, you asked, “What are they?”

She smiled. “Denmark, Norway, Iceland, Finland, and Sweden.”

You stayed quiet for a moment. As your aunt opened her car door, you tried your hardest to choke back your laughter.

Noticing your red face, she asked, “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head frantically, “No, nothing…”

It wasn’t ‘nothing’.

…What kind of parents would name all five of their kids after freaking Nordic countries?

 

 

The mansion’s doorbell was just as elaborate as the rest of the place. It was embroidered with a golden frame; one with fancy lions carved into it. As you pressed the button, a long piano tune filled the air. “Some doorbell…” You mumbled.

Your aunt nudged you, “Remember to be nice.” She whispered, just as the front door opened.

“Oh, Karen! So nice to see you again.” An overly-friendly, middle-aged woman appeared. She had a strange accent, smelled of too much perfume, and wore way too much jewelry. She was basically your average stereotype of a rich white lady.

“You too. This is my niece, _____, the one I was telling you about?” Your aunt politely gestured to you.

“Oh, of course.” The lady turned to you, “How nice of you to be helping your auntie out.” She smiled kindly. “We appreciate it very much.”

Soon after, she let you two in. You nearly gasped in shock at the beauty of the place. And this is just the front room, you thought with a sly smirk, Oh arcade and luxury spa, where are you hiding~?

Another person came down the stairs. He introduced himself as the woman’s husband, and shook both your hand and your aunt’s. You noticed there were already several suitcases lined up by the front door.

“Once again, we appreciate you both very much. We honestly had no idea who to call.” The lady told you before heading out.

“Indeed. Now there are only a few things you need to know before we leave.” Her husband added.

“Sure, anything.” Your aunt responded.

The lady chuckled, “Well… keep an extra eye on Denmark. He’s a little devilish,”

The husband nodded in agreement, “And don’t underestimate Norway. He’s more mischievous than he lets on,”

“Try not to anger Iceland. He has some temper issues.”

“Sweden—he’s a good boy. Just avoid removing Finland from him; he gets a little territorial.”

You and your aunt nodded in understanding, “Protective over his brother? That’s cute.” Your aunt chuckled.

“Is that all?” You asked politely. You kinda wanted them to leave already so you could explore their mansion.

The woman nodded, “Yes, that’s all for now.” She called down the boys to say one final goodbye. “Come give mommy and daddy a kiss~!” She called out in a motherly tone after yelling out their strange names.

You soon heard the thumping of several feet down a staircase. You glanced over carelessly.

And the exact second your eyes landed on the five of them, your jaw dropped in pure shock.

Because the first word that came to your mind was HOT.

And you, needless to say, were not a pedophile.

The ‘little boys’ in front of you were anything but little. What the HELL?!... you instantly thought in awe. These. Are. Not. Children!

“Goodbye my beautiful little boys! We love you!” Once the lady was done mother-smothering them, she allowed herself to leave. “Be nice to the caretakers!” She warned before closing the front door.

Your aunt was just as speechless as you. But, being the older woman that she was, she was able to recover much quicker. And without a racing heart and red face, such as you were currently sporting. “My… how grown-up you all are! I suppose you’re all simply tall for your age, yes?” She laughed, and introduced herself. The five didn’t say much, except for the one in black-and-red who yelled, “NICE TO MEET’CHA!”

Leaving you to introduce yourself, your aunt left the room and said over her shoulder, “I’ll be in the kitchen preparing dinner. _____, why don’t you get acquainted with the kids?” You caught the sly smile on her face before leaving the entry room.

You sighed, and turned again to face the ‘kids’.

The one in black-and-red was already grinning at you. “Hey! So you’re our babysitter? I’m Denmark—the awesomest one!” He quickly reached out to shake your hand frantically.

You lightly cringed; he was making your wrist hurt a bit. “I’m _____...” You mumbled, wondering if this was even real.

One of the shorter ones harshly pulled on Denmark’s collar, forcing him backwards and away from you. “Don’t mind him. He’s sort of an idiot. My name is Norway,” He let go of Denmark and gestured to the silver-haired boy next to him, “and this is my baby brother Iceland.”

The so-called baby brother instantly blushed, “I-I’m not a baby! Don’t just say things like that!”

One of the blondes off to the side giggled, “Aren’t they funny? I’m Finland, by the way~!” He smiled sweetly at you and patted your shoulder. “And that’s our older brother Sweden.” He said, gesturing to the other blonde who was otherwise silent.

…How did this even happen…? you wondered to yourself. Yesterday I was bored out of my mind, and today I’m here in a mansion surrounded by five super-hot guys?!

“So, do you wanna check out our house? You should see my room—it’s made of Lego!” Denmark suggested cheerfully.

“She wouldn’t care to see such a thing.” Norway cut in, his voice emotionless and arms crossed stoically.

“Hey—you can’t decide that for her,” Iceland shot back, glaring at his brother. You could already tell he and Norway didn’t have the best relationship.

Finland grinned in your direction, a sweatdrop on the side of his head. “Heh… why don’t you decide? We have an arcade, bowling alley, indoor swimming pool, in-home movie theater, rock-climbing wall, golf course...” He trailed off, but your face instantly lit up.

“Arcade? That is so cool!” You accidentally shouted.

Norway turned his empty stare to you, “Then what are you waiting for?”

Denmark threw his fists up in the air excitedly, “To the arcade~!” He grinned and began running at full-speed towards wherever the arcade was.

“Oh, um… okay.” You sputtered out nervously as Norway and Sweden began trailing after him absentmindedly.

Finland smiled at you in an ‘I’m-sorry-for-any-possible-discomfort’ sort of way, shrugged, and began following the others. You turned to the last remaining brother, who still looked pouty. “Aren’t you coming…?”

He aimed his elegant violet eyes towards you and shrugged lightly. “If you are,” He mumbled, suddenly avoiding eye contact. You noticed his silver bangs fall into his shining orbs. They’re all cute in their own sort of way, you realized.

As you and Iceland caught up to the others, you made it into the arcade room. “Wow, this is awesome!” You said, glancing around the huge, neon-light covered arcade.

“Isn’t it? I was the one who told Mom and Dad to put this in!” Denmark responded, affectionately leaning onto an old Space Raiders game.

You gingerly walked over to a Pac-man machine, and noticed you didn’t have to put a quarter in it to play. The entire place looked like it belonged in a five-star hotel’s game room, not a home arcade. On the ceiling were purple lights, which turned any piece of white clothing into a bright blue color. The floors had black carpeting with retro Tetris designs on them. The original Pokémon Red and Blue opening theme was playing through the surround-sound, and there were (what seemed like) countless rows of arcade games, both new and old. They ranged anywhere from the first Street Fighter to skee-ball to the latest Mario Kart arcade machine.

“How much you wanna bet I could own your ass in that game?” He teased, walking over to you.

You looked over the Pac-man machine, “Shut up—I could so beat you.”

Denmark chuckled suggestively, “In your dreams. You know what else I could beat you in?”

Glancing back at him half-heartedly, you responded, “What?”

He smirked, moving in closer. “A contest of who’s the better kisser.”

You nearly choked on your own spit. “E-Excuse me?!” You stuttered, face instantly turning beet red.

“Wanna try it?” He winked, leaning in with his hands on his hips.

Finland coughed nervously, while Iceland blushed. Sweden remained silent as ever, but Norway was not amused.

Irritated, he quickly grabbed onto Denmark’s neck tie and pulled. Hard.

“Ahhgh, hey-!” Denmark gagged, his face starting to turn blue from lack of oxygen.

“-Don’t mess with the babysitter.” He deadpanned, voice still in a monotone.

You sweatdropped, “I’m not technically your babysitter…”

The giddy sound of Finland’s laughter was heard from directly behind you. A few seconds later, you felt him snuggling into your back. “Hehe, but you still have to tuck me in tonight and read me a bedtime story~” He affectionately wrapped his arms even tighter around your waist, cooing with happiness.

You instantly tensed up. He smelled of candy canes, Christmas trees, and winter pinecones. But his innocent hug affected you in a different way than you could’ve imagined.

“You should probably do as he says. If you don’t, he might crawl into your bed at night.” Sweden advised in an indifferent voice.

You blushed even harder—and Finland’s chest pressing to your back wasn’t helping either.

Laughing nervously, his cheeks dusted pink as he admitted, “Yeah, he’s probably right!”

Norway shook his head. “No, I’ll be the only one sleeping with her.”

Gasping for breath from his previous suffocation, Denmark shot back, “Hey, you can’t decide that!”

Iceland facepalmed. “They’re so ridiculous,” He mumbled under his breath. Turning to you, he asked innocently, “Would you like to join me in the hot springs instead?”

Off to the side, Sweden spoke up. “I’m afraid you can’t have her all to yourself.”

Denmark nodded rapidly, “Yeah! I agree with that! Ahahaha!”

You felt like you were going to melt into a puddle. Your knees felt weak, your body was burning up, and your heart was throbbing hard against your chest. They can’t be seriou-

Denmark’s face lit up as if he’d suddenly gotten the most amazing idea. He glanced around at his brothers, then to you, back at his brothers, and finally to you again. “Hey, I know what!” He shouted, and immediately leaned in to whisper, “Is it okay if we share you?”

You blushed even harder, “You most certainly will not!”

He burst into laughter. “Heh, why not? You’re no fun~”

Norway closed his eyes and sighed, “It’s because you ruined it for us. Had you not been included, she might have accepted.”

“NO I WOULDN’T!” You shot back, flustered.

“Hey, don’t be mean!” Denmark whined to Norway, completely ignoring you. “She might have wanted me too.”

Finland finally released you from his hug and turned to smile at you. Gripping your wrist, he offered, “Want to visit the bowling alley with me and Mr. Swe?”

But you could barely comprehend his question as you overheard the rest of Denmark and Norway’s conversation. You couldn’t help it—after all, it was centered on you.

“Well, what makes you so special?” Denmark countered.

Norway blankly thumb-pointed to himself and Iceland, “She could have a three-way with me and Icy.”

You almost tripped over your own feet—while standing still. And I previously thought Norway was completely innocent?!

Iceland blushed furiously, “Shut up! I don’t need your help—I could take her on my own!”

Finland giggled, and you cringed. These rich boys must be used to always getting what they want. Too bad you weren’t one of them. “Hey, you can’t just decide what I-” You began.

Denmark’s hyperactive laughter cut you off. “-Oh please, you both look like girls from behind!” To which Norway and Iceland sent death glares. “You like real men like me, don’t you?” He asked you suggestively.

 “Hey, that’s not fair!” Finland whined, giving him a more child-like appearance.

You almost froze up as soon as Denmark’s blue eyes shifted from Norway and Iceland to you. “I-I-I-” You stuttered, backing away. But Denmark, Norway, and Sweden were already closing in on you.

“You should calm down a bit. That much blood rushing to your face can’t be good for you.” Sweden noted.

“How cute—she’s being shy.” Finland sniggered, somehow feeling better already.

“N-No I’m not! You guys are just being idiots!” You sputtered.

“Is that what you really think of us?” Norway asked, who’d snuck up from behind you and snaked an arm around your waist.

“That can’t be it—we’ll be the brothers of your dreams~” Denmark purred, getting close and gently cupping your face with his hands.

You were breathing heavily. Norway now pressed to your back, with Denmark close to your face—this couldn’t get any worse!

But you thought too soon.

“You know, you should feel grateful; our mother taught us how to share.” Iceland whispered into your ear as he pressed himself to your shoulder.

Your face felt like it was on fire by now. This whole time, maybe they really weren’t just kidding around.

Finland appeared on your other side. “Santa Finland thinks you’ve been a good girl this year, haven’t you _____~?”

His voice sent chills down your spine. You were directly in the middle of four insanely hot guys—one of which was cute and seemingly innocent, another emotionless and perverted, the other wild and crazy, and the last just a bit tsun and affectionate.

All of a sudden, you heard a door open.

You quickly turned to where the sound came from. Thank God, it’s probably Aunt Karen calling us for din-

“This room is sound-proof.” Sweden said, holding onto a door beside the tall Pac-man game.

No, no, no, no, NO!... you thought as Denmark smirked, Norway managed a smile, Iceland chuckled, and Finland grinned. Strangely, they were all giving off rape-face vibes... “You’re only joking, aren’t you?” Laughing nervously, you added, “I mean, all of you? There are five brothers and one girl-”

Denmark hushed you while Norway pushed you forward. Finland and Iceland gripped your wrists, while Sweden opened the door even wider.

“NO, WAIT! YOU CAN’T ALL JUST TAKE ME AT THE SAME TIME! THAT’S, LIKE, IMPOSSIBLE! THERE’S NO WAY YOU COULD-”

“-Oh, we’ll find a way.” Denmark shut and locked the door as soon as all six of you were inside.

The click sound of the lock echoed in your ears and caused you to trip over nothing. You fell over backwards onto what felt like a king-sized bed.

As the five brothers from Hell all looked at you with the same longing in their eyes, you had to choke back your uneasiness.

They wanted you, they were insanely hot, and you secretly wanted them.

You had a feeling this would be a looong week.