I do not own Hetalia. Hidekaz Himaruya does.

A/N: So… I'm not hiding the fact that I was disappointed with the number of reviews but yeah…my writing must be a little rusty I guess. Heh xD Anyways,

hyuugahealer3 you were spot on! :D *hands pixel cookies*

Okay, let's cut to the chase.

Enjoy and review! :D Constructive criticism will be helpful! :D

Ring ring!

Norway was rudely interrupted from his slumber by the sound pf his doorbell ringing.

"Coming!" Norway called as he threw on his robe.

Rushing to the door, he grabbed the slip of paper Iceland had given him the day before.

Tomorrow you will meet a cheery stranger

Could the person at the door be the 'cheery stranger'?

Opening the door, he was greeted by a certain blonde haired man.

"Moi moi! Morning Nor!"

"Finland? You're the 'cheery stranger'?"

"Yup! Aren't I?"

"Oh my, I should've known! It was so obvious! I can't believe I didn't think it was you!"

"Oh! Well, I should've put 'friendly' then!"

"Like that would've helped. Anyways, what brings you here?"

"Well, Denmark wants me to take you somewhere."

"Again?" Norway groaned.

"Yeah so grab a quick bite okay? We need to be there in an hour's time!"

"Sure. Just wait and I'll go get changed."

Finland had driven to the town centre, finally parking outside a quaint shop.

The shop sign board read, "Ms Hedevary's kitchen".

"You've got to be kidding me." Norway muttered.

"Nope! Besides, this is Den's plan! Not mine!"

"Obviously! Urgh! I don't even need kitchenware!"

"Kitchenware? You thought I brought you here to buy kitchenware? Oh no, you're in for a huge surprise then!"

"What is it?"

"You'll see. Hurry." Finland pushed Norway into the shop.

"Morning Tino! Nikolai!" a brunette greeted them.

"Hungary! Is that you?" Norway spluttered.

"Shh Nikolai! The humans might hear us!" she warned him, "I go by the name Elizaveta here!"

"Oh yes!" Norway shut up.

"Well, let's get the lesson started! Follow me boys!"

"What lesson?" Norway shot.

"Cooking lesson! Didn't Tino tell you that?"

"No he didn't." Norway shot a glare at Finland.

"Oops!" she covered her mouth, though Norway could tell she was suppressing a smirk.

She led the two guys into a room that had seven tables, each resembling a mini kitchen.

"Morning everyone! Today we have two new additions to our class! Tino and Nikolai!"

"Hello!" the ladies cheered.

"Okay, how about you two take the table over there?" Hungary pointed to a table at the back.

Once reaching the table, Norway whispered to Finland, "I have a bad feeling about this."

"Why? I love cooking! Sve is good at it too!"

Norway was shocked, he tried to imagine Sweden in an apron but it just reduced him to a fit of giggles.

"Hey Nor? You okay?"

"Ye..yeah." Norway stopped to catch a breath, trying his best to suppress his laughter.

"Everyone, today we'll be baking chiffon cake! Do pay attention though this is easy for beginners."

Hungary carefully carried out the steps for making the cake while the rest of the class watched attentively. Even Finland was taking notes.

"Hey Nor, aren't you going to pay attention? We'll be doing it later you know?"

"Nah, this isn't my forte."

"Okay, each to his own."

Later, after Hungary's thorough demonstration, she left the class to make their own cake.

Norway stared at the ingredients before him, totally confused as to what to do.

"Hey Fin, can I see your notes?"

"Sure. Here."

Step one: Preheat oven to 165°C

Norway stared at the oven, unsure of what knob to turn. He glanced furtively at Finland's over and copied.

Step two: Put flour, baking powder, salt and sugar into sifter. Sift into a bowl.

Norway poured whatever ingredient mentioned into the sifter, totally forgetting to measure them. He placed a large metal bowl under and shook the sifter up and down, side to side. To his horror, the flour spilt out onto the table and some even got onto his face.

Little did he know that Hungary had been taking photos of him and his blunders.

Step three: Add oil, egg yolks, water and vanilla essence. DO NOT MIX.

He kind of forgot the 'DO NOT MIX' part and went on to mix the mixture.

Step four: In a separate bowl, mix cream of tartar and egg whites.

Norway realized he was a little behind the rest of the class. To cut the time, he poured the cream of tartar and egg whites into the previous mixture, beating it in haste. Yet again causing the bowl's contents to splatter all over him.

Step five: Pour into grease making tray and bake for 55 minutes.

Norway sprinkled oil onto the pan and poured his mixture into the pan. He then slid it into the oven for it to bake.

Later when 55 minutes was up, Norway carefully took out his cake. The cake smelled delicious but looked horrible. It was lumpy and the top was not even and smooth. Norway couldn't help but feel a little jealous when he looked at Finland's finished product. Finland's cake was perfect; it could even be passed off as a professional's work.

"Well, that's all for today! Everybody remember to grab your evaluation slips at the front before heading out. Enjoy your cakes everyone!"

As Norway headed out with Finland, Hungary called after them.

"Hey Norway! Tell Denmark I said 'congrats'!"

"What for?"

"He'll know. Enjoy your cake and see you guys at the next world summit!"

Finland dropped off Norway at his house.

"Hey Nor, don't be too discouraged okay? It's only your first time!"

"Maybe I'm just not good at making cakes. I can whip up a mean cup of coffee!"

"I guess that's true!" Finland chuckled, "Today was fun Nor! We rarely hang out so we should do this more often!"

"Only if you promise me no more cooking classes."

"I promise, don't worry."

"Heh, well you should get going. Your husband is waiting for you."

"He's not my husband! He's my best friend!"

"Sure. You're just like Ice. Both denying their affections for their obvious lovers."

"Whatever Nor. Don't forget, you have a lover of your own too!"

"Well, he isn't here!"

"He'll be back soon. Trust me. Anyways, I really gotta go. Here, take this." Finland slipped a slip of paper into Norway's hand, "Bye!"

Norway set his cake onto the dining table and went to the kitchen to grab a fork. He returned and dug his fork into the cake, nibbling off a little part.

"Hey! This isn't bad at all!"

He took out the piece of paper from his pocket and opened it. The handwriting was much different from Finland's cutesy handwriting; it was more mature looking and it was in cursive.

Tomorrow you will meet a prim and proper stranger.

A/N: Well, Norway isn't as bad a cook as he seems! ;D Can you guess who the 'prim and proper stranger' is? It's pretty obvious! HAHA Anyways, any suggestions for the next stranger?

REVIEW PLEASE! :D