Hetalia One-Shots

DenNor : My Own Little Chef

  It was peaceful evenings like these Norway lived for. He was tranquilly laying on his couch, T.V. on but muted, flames crackling in the fireplace, classical music playing barely audibly, and a thousand blankets wrapped around his body. He was sat like an immobile doll, unable to move without falling over. At each breath he sunk deeper into his bundle of sheets, almost drifting off to sleep.

  As the blond's mind slowly wandered around, he caught whiff of an enchanting odor. He woke sniffing the air. He longed the cheesy smell embalming the house and jumped to his feet, his stomach controlling his body. With a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, the placid blond slithered through the halls, creeping up to the kitchen.

  In front of the oven was Denmark crouching, giant pink mitts on his hands. He stared behind the little glass window ready to open the furnace. Norway sauntered next to him, bending over his knees to be at the blue-eyed nation's height. He nuzzled his face against the blond's broad shoulders and rested his head. Denmark kissed the man's nose and leaned on him too.

  "I didn't know you were cooking tonight," murmured Norway, staring at the melting cheese on succulent dish. His partner smiled and opened the oven, taking out the perfectly cooked lasagna.

  "I didn't want you to worry about dinner, so I took care of it," he replied with a loving grin. "I want you to feel good tonight." The shorter blond stood up and followed his lover around the kitchen, mostly attracted to the smell of their meal.

  "That's very thoughtful of you... Thank you," he blushed, hiding under this improvised cloak. "I'll have to make it up to you."

  Denmark guffawed and laid the sizzling dish on the dining table, which was perfectly set up for a meal for two. He pulled the oven gloves off and hugged his mate tightly, kissing his soft blond hair. "Oh Norway! The only way you can repay me is by enjoying this lasagna especially made for you," assured the blue-eyed sweetheart.

  Norway smiled and kissed his beloved. "Then that is within my abilities," he whispered amused. The couple gathered at the table and enjoyed their romantic dinner. Denmark had planned everything to allow Norway to relax for the evening. Candles softly burned, music played in the background, their love filled the room. It was just the way Norway appreciated their time together.

  After eating, the stacked everything in the sink, claiming they would take care of it tomorrow morning. Both slammed on the couch, turned the music off, huddled in one big ball of blankets, and turned the tv volume on. They sat curled up in such a weird but apparently comfy position while watching a silly rom-com.

  No matter the season, or the day, being lazy countries together was one of the highlights of their excruciating long existences. It was something so simple and basic to do but just so satisfying.