Breakfast with Su-san

A/N: Fluffy morning pancake fluff. You've been warned. Also. I DO NOT OWN HETALIA AXIS POWERS OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. Thanks!

Sweden's nose was assaulted with the most heavenly smell that morning. After his mind got over its morning fuzziness, it was obvious that it must be whatever Finland was cooking for breakfast. So, dressing and putting on his glasses, Sweden shuffled into the kitchen. Hearing the heavy footsteps, Finland turned around to smile cheerily at Sweden.

"Hey, Su-san! I'm making pancakes for breakfast. Canada taught me how to make them!"

Out of accordance with the rest of the world, the nations in or around the Arctic Circle all seemed better able to remember Canada. Better for them, since they got free pancakes when they visited, and Canada definitely inherited some culinary mastery from France.

In any case, Sweden said nothing, but quietly observed the pink flush on his wife's cheeks. Realizing that just standing there was silly, Sweden took a seat at the kitchen table and picked up the newspaper to read.

Finally, Finland finished with breakfast and called Peter down to eat. Sweden watched Finland drizzle a healthy amount of syrup onto his pancakes with gusto, while Peter didn't bother with the sweet sauce and just dove right in. And then, though it was hidden behind the morning's news, Sweden smiled.

He had a wonderful, kind, thoughtful, doting wife. He had a rambunctious, playful, son. He had the perfect family. And though Sweden wasn't the type of person to say it out loud, Finland could tell.

"What do you think, Su-san?" Sweden's little blond wife asked anxiously as the bespectacled man took a bite.

"'T's good."

And though they weren't much; not even a whole sentence, Finland broke out in a wide smile. Somehow, he knew those words were about far more than the pancakes. And that's just the way Sweden liked things.