((AN: And back to Hetalia again. Here's the promised rare pair-Korea/Canada for written a few months ago for a friend.))
A pair of warm arms wrap around his waist and a chin settles onto Matthew's shoulder, sleep-mussed dark hair tickling his own neck and chin.
"Are you finally feeling better?" Matthew asks, the inexorable smile spreading across his face. He nuzzles lightly into his lover, but carries on chopping the carrots. Yong Soo hums, still apparently half-asleep.
"A little." His lover doesn't even have to look at his face to see his expression; judging from just his tone, he knows Yong Soo is pouting. Matthew laughs.
"That's a good thing. Be happier about it, eh? You're not sick anymore and we still have the rest of today to spend together before we have to go back to work."
"But I wanted to wake up to you," Yong Soo complains. Matthew blushes faintly, heart skipping a beat in his chest, but finishes the chopping and slides the carrot pieces into the soup that he's making.
"Sorry. I thought you would be sleeping for a while and I wanted you to have something warm to eat." Yong Soo waddles with him as he reaches in one of his cabinets to take out the noodles.
"…I would have, if you were there."
At that Matthew blushes. "Yong Soo!" he protests.
Behind him, Yong Soo finally grins, some of the usual mischievous light returning to his eye. "What?" He nibbles playfully at the other man's neck. "You know it's true."
Matthew tries not to shiver, his grip on the box of noodles tightening. "I-It's true, but you were just sick!"
"So you wouldn't do it with me because I was sick?" Yong Soo feigns hurt, grinning too widely for either of them to fall for it.
"You know I didn't mean that! I just don't want to put a strain on your body or anything." Instantly, he regrets his words, turning bright red even though they've done it too many times already to keep count.
"A strain on my body?" His lover repeats, tone deceptively innocent. "I was just talking about cuddling and maybe a little kissing, I don't know what you were thinking—"
"Aaaah!" Matthew cries, the noodles finally forgotten on the counter as he wheels around to properly face his lover. "You're impossible, you know!"
Yong Soo just grins at him, waggling his eyebrows. "That's a yes, right?"
Instead of answering him in words, Matthew just leans in and kisses him. Yong Soo seems surprised for a moment, but soon he's kissing back; arms wrap around waists and necks and they pull each other close, one warm and one cool and perfect, pressed together.
"You know, I mean it about me being sick," Yong Soo says breathlessly when they find a moment of pause. "If you don't want to-"
But Matthew's already reaching behind him to switch off the soup, fond violet eyes never leaving his lover's warm dark browns. "I do want to," he laughs, pulling him in for another sweet kiss. "I'll always want to."