Here's a little fluffy oneshot series I want to start. I will take requests, but unlike the lemon series it will not be entirely made of requests XD Enjoy!
It was a nice day in Oslo, Norway. Vladimir Anton was fast asleep, at 8 o'clock this fine morning. Lukas Bondevik quietly snuck out of the room after slipping out of his pyjamas and into his traditionally worn sailor-type suit.
"Alright, let's get started..." Lukas headed into the kitchen, where he would start making breakfast for Vladimir. "Vlad likes things simple... so maybe some eggs and toast... I can make butter cookies for him afterwards."
Already things were beginning to turn for the worst.
The toast was burnt, and several pieces of shell ended up in the frying pan alongside the yolk.
"Dammit!" Lukas hissed. Already, I fucked up... dammit... Vlad deserves better than this...
The Norwegian let out a frustrated groan. "Faen... maybe I should just get started on the decorations..."
The decorating also went downhill. Streamers were falling off the ceiling, balloons wouldn't inflate properly, and banners ripped and tore.
"God fucking dammit!" Lukas muttered under his breath, "nothing is fucking working!" He was beginning to stress out. Everything was going horribly wrong. What was he going to do if Vladimir came down before he was ready.
Maybe baking a cake would be easier.
He was wrong. Oh, how Lukas Steil Bondevik was wrong. He'd spilt milk and flour and shelly egg yolks everywhere.
Lukas sat in the middle of the messy kitchen, holding his head and quietly crying in frustration. He himself was covered in flour.
"Lukas?"
Lukas flinched and looked over at the kitchen entrance, where Vladimir stood in his sensible cloth pyjamas. "V-Vlad...!"
"Lukas, what is going on?" the Romanian asked.
"I-I'm sorry, Vlad...!" Lukas sobbed in response, "y-you deserve s-so much b-better th-than this... e-especially on your b-birthday...!"
"Lukas... oh, Lukas..." Vladimir sighed with a small smile and approached the Norwegian. He sat down next to him. "You didn't have to do any of this! Really! All you had to do was say 'Happy Birthday!' That would have been totally fine!"
"B-but you d-deserve better!" the tears were quickly running from Lukas' eyes.
"Luke, really," Vladimir wrapped his arms around the Norwegian, "I couldn't ask for anything better than you!"
"R-really...?""
"Really." Vladimir grinned happily and tightly hugged the sniffling blond. Lukas hugged him back
"I-I just... w-w-wanted to m-make this day special for you..."
"Every day is special when I'm with you!" Vladimir responded, "I love you so much, Lukas!"
"I-I love you, too." Lukas murmured. He wiped his eyes, still sniffling.
"Now, what do you say we clean this kitchen up?" Vladimir suggested, "then we can go wake up Andrei and go out for the day?"
Lukas nodded. "Sounds like a plan."