You were in your garden taking care of your chives, oregano, basil, and parsley when you saw Sweden, so you stood up and went to the edge of the path you had created in that giant plot of land you call a garden. You were standing in his path and he looked quite miserable so you stopped him and asked, "Hey, what's the matter?" He gazed at you with a harsh look in his eyes and said not a thing. Then, you had an idea pop into that random head of yours.
"Uhhh, would you like to accompany me on my cake journey?" You asked with a grin.
"F'ne by m'." He murmured. At that moment you grabbed his hand and yanked him by his hand and dragged him towards your house out of the garden. You gave him a glass of homemade lemonade and a few sugar cookies with a Hershey's Kiss in the middle to keep his stomach and possibly his mind occupied, but his mind was engaged with thoughts of you. The way your eyes lit up whenever you'd see him; the manner in which your hips would sway when you walked. You went upstairs to take a shower because you had mud, sweat, and other various things on you.
You came downstairs in a sandy-coloured cotton dress with straps to hold it up and a string criss-crossed on your bosom with it being tied into a bow. The dress went just above your knees and you were wearing gladiator sandals that were a nice rich brown colour. Your hair was tied up so you wouldn't get batter in your hair later on. You walked over to Sweden who was looking at pictures of you and your family. He glanced at you and reddened a little in the face. You smiled and walked him over into the island in the kitchen in which there was an empty metal bowl, which looked big enough for the cake ingredients, so you left it alone. Then you opened up a cupboard to find the flour, sugar, vanilla extract, and the cake pan (that your Oma gave you). In the fridge lay your eggs and milk.
As Sweden was rolling up his sleeves, you put an apron on so you don't get dirty. He seized the measuring utensils and you took them from him softly. The both of you were now smirking for whatever reason and you decided to mix the dry ingredients together. As he was handing you the eggs, milk, and vanilla you twirled because you were happy. You were making a cake with the man you love and it couldn't be any more perfect. You took the other components for the future cake in the same manner. You added the wet components to the dry concoction and you blended everything extremely well. When you spun around to see Sweden standing behind you, he noticed a bit of cake batter on your lips.
"You h've s'meth'n' on your l'ps. Le' m' get i'." He stated sweetly while blushing an infinite shades of scarlet. He put his hand under your chin and lifted your face up to his and placed his lips atop yours while making sure to get the sweet substance, but to him your lips were even sweeter. After a few minutes of pure passion and desire he pulled his lips off of yours and smiled at you with his hand under your chin still. While looking into each other's eyes you stood on your tiptoes and placed your forehead on his while you kissed his forehead knowing that he'll be there for you and vice versa.
~Fin~
A/N: -Oma is German for Grandma (I call my grandma Oma…) –Inspired by a dream Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia and I realise that Sweden may be a bit OOC