Here's Sweden lovies, Enjoy ;].
Ciao~!
-Emmy
You absolutely adored cake. Only that. You couldn't eat cupcakes or pies. So, when you visited Finland for Christmas, you practically went insane when the timid nation told you that Sweden made possible the best cakes ever. And then, you wondered after at least 10 months of seriously dating the Swede, why you'd never tasted any of his cakes. As demanding as ever, you told him that you had to try some, as soon as possible. The only response was a laugh and him saying to you that you'd have to wait until Christmas day when Sweden would actually allow you to eat some. You pouted of course, but agreed to wait until Christmas… It was only two days away, anyways.
Sweden. The biggest male you'd ever seen (besides Russia) like making cakes? Sitting on the couch in Finland's house, you giggled over the thought of him making such a girly thing. But then again, you found it funny when you found out that Germany liked to bake sweets as well… So when he finally baked the cake that Christmas morning, you couldn't stop yourself from thing of Sweden in a pink frilly apron, baking a cake.
"Oh Berwald!" you sweetly said to him, "Lemme try some of your cake~! Toni said it was the best."
He was in the mist of shoving a piece of cake into his mouth when you came flying into the room. Finland was nowhere in sight, you figured he must have gone out to give out presents. Sweden looked up at you, and grunted, "Yuh w'nt ta try 't?"
You nodded, "Yes I do~! Toni told me how good it was, and I just wanna taste for myself."
He nodded once before cutting you a slice before putting it on a plate and passing it to you. You smiled a thank you, before nibbling slowly at the soft cake. Holy hell… You'd never tasted something so…. Simply wonderful! ~ It was amazing. It seemed it had the perfect amount of everything, and it made your stomach flip-flop.
Oh my god… Berwald… This is sooo good!~" you happily said and shoved the rest into your mouth.
He looked up at you again before nodding, "Th'nk yuh."
You leaned forward and looked at him in the eyes, "No…Thank you for bringing this god-made cake."
You swore you saw the ends of his lips tilt upwards slightly, before he lunged forward and gripped your waist. You didn't know what was happening until his lips made sudden contact with his own. The kiss ended as soon as it began, and he said to you, "If yuh w'nt, I c'n m'ke more c'ke for yuh."
You smiled, "Can that be my Christmas present from you~?"
His blue eyes closed shut before reopening, and he said, "y's it c'n." He pecked your lips softly, before whispering to you, "God Jul min kära. [1]"
Neither of you were fully aware of the fact that Finland was leaning against the door frame, camera in hand, ready to prove to the other nordic nations that Sweden finally had a girlfriend, and would no longer claim that he was his wife.
1-Merry Christmas my dear.