A/N: .....Blame (or thank) the kink meme for this one.
It is a cold, snowy evening and Matthew loves it. The snow, so pretty when it falls, is oddly calming. Matthew is peaceful inside, reading a book in front of a crackling fire. His momentary sense of comfort is broken by a frantic knock at his door.
"I'm coming!" he says absently. Upon opening the door, Matthew is a bit surprised to see a freezing Toris, shivering wildly, teeth chattering noisily.
"Toris! Come inside before you die of hypothermia!" Matt says sternly, ushering a grateful looking Toris. The blond-haired nation sits the brunette nation on the nearest couch. Matt promptly covers Toris in a warm blanket.
"Thank you for your generosity!" The brunette says with a smile of appreciation on his face.
"It's not a problem, I promise." Matt smiles back. A moment of silence passes.
"What brings you here?" Matt asks, breaking the silence. Toris blushes a bright red, seemingly too embarrassed to answer.
"You know what," the blond stutters nervously, "you don't have to answer if you really don't want to. Can I get you something to eat?" Matthew jumps up, quickly changing the subject. Toris strokes his chin thoughtfully.
"I've always wanted to try pancakes," Toris says happily, grinning from his seat.
"You've never had pancakes," Matthew states, his voice emotionless and face blank.
"…Nope," The brown haired nation replies quietly, slightly nervous at Matthew's response.
"Blasphemous! No friend of mine will go through life pancakeless!" Toris jumps. Matthew's enthusiasm is funny but slightly out of place. He never knew that the blond could be so passionate. "Let me make you some!" Matthew exclaims; voice ecstatic and grabs Toris' wrist. Toris is successfully dragged into the kitchen.
"We're getting quite messy in here. Are you sure we're doing this right?" Toris asks timidly. The brown haired nation, only after uttering that sentence, noticed how untidy the two nations were. The little corner of the kitchen that was being used looked as if a tornado hit, with flour, egg yolk and chocolate sauce everywhere. Matthew, however, is blissfully happy despite having half of the pancake batter on his face.
"Of course we're doing this right; the messier, the better!" Toris isn't surprised that the pancakes taste like heaven---warm, soft and sweet. He is only mildly surprised that Matt tastes like pancakes as well. The brunette likes the taste of the blond's warm, soft lips against his. They break apart, both sporting large, goofy grins. Toris is glad for this visit.