This work is taking part on the "Aph rarepair week" and it's going to contain Icepan.

Hetalia is not mine.

Prompt #1 Cooking

"Why does it keep breaking?!" The silver haired nation yelled as he tried to close the weirdly made sushi. His hands were a little bit wet so the rice wouldn't stick to his finger while touching it but at the same time it wouldn't have mattered since the rice didn't want to stick in the first place.

His idea was to cook something for his boyfriend before he arrived from a meeting with his boss, but this was taking way too much time and it wasn't even working. He had tried to read recipes and follow many tutorials he could find online, yet, it seemed like luck wasn't on his side. The sushi roll kept breaking apart when he tried to close it and it came to a moment when he almost wanted to throw it out the window. Just before he could do so, he heard the door and froze.

"I'm home" he heard footsteps coming closer and he tried to hide what he was doing with his body. Unsuccessfully, since the Japanese man was already wondering why it smelled like burnt rice and fish "What are you doing?"

"Nothing..." There followed a small pause where Japan wondered if he should ask more and find out or just forget about it, leave and let enough time for Iceland to clean up and act like he didn't do anything, even if it was obvious he had tried to cook. He chose the first option, the best one in his opinion.

"Hmm... It smells like burnt rice" he could see the blushing on the other's face and tried to hold back a small chuckle "what did you cook?"

"I... I tried to make sushi" he admitted, looking at the floor and still refusing to move his body. It was so embarrassing that he couldn't even make that when Japan had successfully made some of his traditional dishes. But how could someone blame him? Nori was too hard to work with and he was a beginner, or he tried to think of it that way.

Japan stared at the cold nation for some seconds before giving him a sweet smile "Did you make it for me?" The red on the Icelander's cheeks grew stronger and Japan chuckled again, this time moving closer to the other nation "Thank you" he said even before seeing the actual dish, he suspected that it didn't work out and that was the reason the other didn't want him to see it, but that didn't matter to him, it was the fact that Iceland made something for him that made him happy.

"Hmm... " He couldn't say anything, but decided to move to the side to reveal what he had been doing "it's the first time I make it, so..." He played with his fingers and waited for the Japanese to say something, but when he didn't, Iceland quickly looked at his lover, afraid he had offended him, after all, it was his culture "I'm sorry..."

"Don't worry, I know it's hard" Iceland let out a breath and chose to face the other, finally "But I'm happy you tried"

Japan picked some chopsticks and poured some soy sauce on a small plate. He took one of the rolls that seemed the most stable, dipped in the sauce and ate it with no problem. It tasted good, not great but fine enough. Iceland watched closely, expecting him to grimace or something, but that didn't happen and there's where he was grateful Japan wasn't someone like America or Denmark who would have told him it was awful.

"Is it bad?" He asked, once the other had swallowed the food.

"It's good" was all he was going to say, because there wasn't other thing to tell him without hurting his feelings or praise him needlessly. It was a neutral answer and that could give him a chance to spend more time with him "I can't teach you how to properly make them, if you want"

Iceland smiled slightly and nodded "That would be good" He said before opening his mouth to accept the roll Japan was giving him.

He swallowed it and then leaned to kiss the Japanese man's lips in a quick way. Now both of them tasted like soy sauce.