The Awesome Book of Hetalia Oneshots

Mein Mutterland (Seme! Germany x Uke! Russia FLUFF/SMUT)

I honestly love this pairing. It's not my favourite but it's still so unbelievably cute to me.

Fluff/Smut because it's both fluffy and smutty.

Strong arms slowly wrapped around Ivan's waist and a pair of lips press a gentle kiss to the back of his head as he leant over the stovetop. He stiffened momentarily before relaxing back into Ludwig's warm embrace. He could feel Ludwig smile against his hair upon doing so.

"The food smells good," Ludwig rested his chin on Ivan's shoulder, watching as he began to ladle food into two bowls. "What are we having, meine Liebe? Is it Gaisburger marsch?"

"Да, your favourite," Ivan said, a soft smile gracing his features. "You've been working so hard lately, I thought you'd might like something nice as a reward."

Ludwig felt his heart flutter as he began pressing light kisses to the other's cheek, holding him close to his chest; Ivan giggled softly, leaning back ever so slightly into his arms, resting himself against his firm chest. "Meine Liebe, you are so sweet," another kiss was pressed to his cheek. "So very sweet."

Turning around in his arms, Ivan laid a gentle kiss on his lips, cupping his cheeks; he tenderly stroked Ludwig's cheeks with his thumbs when he felt him kiss back, slow and soft, arms snaking around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. Ludwig pulled away from the kiss moments later. Gently holding Ivan's hand, he brought it up to his face and grazed his lips against Ivan's wedding ring.

Married life for them has been just what they had hoped for- peaceful. Well, as peaceful as it could be. Stress from meetings and work brought them closer together, finding comfort in being able to vent to one another. Other than the occasional disagreement, they couldn't be more happier together. Ivan couldn't remember a time in his long life where he was as truly happy as he was with Ludwig. His sisters, Katyusha and Natalya, made him happy, but not to the same extent that Ludwig does. He makes him feel whole; his body always felt warm and fuzzy with adoration whenever he was with Ludwig.

"You set the table, moя любовь, and I'll join you in a moment."

"Of course, mein Liebling," Ludwig slowly pulled away. Ivan's back felt cold when Ludwig did so, no longer being heated by his body warmth.

Ivan's dining room was nextdoor to the kitchen; it housed a long dining table,  made of a dark mahogany, with matching chairs. Ivan had spent many nights eating at the large table alone when his Union fell, no longer living with the others. Until he started dating Ludwig. The German could still remember his excitement when he agreed to stay for dinner those few years ago, the way his amethyst coloured eyes seemed to light up and sparkle in excitement and elation.

Placing down forks and drinks, Ludwig sat down in a chair as he waited. Despite their outward appearance, the chairs were surprisingly comfortable to sit in; their small, ebony throw pillows cushioning the otherwise firm wood. He relaxed in his seat, letting his aching body rest against the back of the chair. He smiled lovingly when Ivan walked in and set down a bowl in front of him. 

 "Hаслаждаться."

 Ludwig happily obliged- taking fork in hand, he began eating, savouring the taste of the meat. His own cooking was nothing compared to Ivan's. To this day, Ludwig is still yet to learn how he is able to get the meat as soft as he does. No matter what it is, if Ivan had made it, it's likely to be amazing; Ludwig often gushed about Ivan's food to his older brother, Gilbert.

Ivan smiled softly as they ate. "Is it alright?"

 "Alright? It's amazing, as usual. "

A giggle. "You are too kind, моя любовь."