[Fanfic - oneshot] Finland/Lithuania
Karjalanpaisti, he remembered, or Karelian Hot Pot.
It was a household Finnish dish that Eduard had once mentioned in passing with a rare, fond look in his eyes. Toris heard it back when they still lived in Russia’s house, when Tino would give Eduard one of his rare visits whenever he got the chance (which was almost nil because of obvious ‘kolkolkol-ing’ reasons). At times he would bring them a hot serving of the stew that Toris later found Eduard loved so much. The Karelian dish might have been one of those simple household meals in Finland, but Tino gave the stew a little bit of something that made it special.
Tomorrow was Eduard’s birthday, and Toris was determined to find out how the blond nation cooked it.
***
Eduard had been a bit ruffled over why Toris didn’t tell him about his meeting with Tino the other day - particularly when he had asked the blond nation if he was free for a little bit of a ‘cooking date’ - and if he wouldn’t mind if he taught him how to cook the special hot pot please? Toris then continued to convince Eduard that, no, he can not come with him since he still had loads of work to do before he can pay a visit to his dear friend, reminding him that he had to finish his GDP related illustrations and statistics. There was no way Eduard was going to ruin his own birthday present… and his ‘cooking date’.
Of course, the man might have suspected that Toris was about to do something for his birthday with the way he stuttered and mentioned something about saving Tino’s unhatched ducklings after his incubator broke, and how Berwald’s sofa cushions did the eggs no justice. Toris tried to forget the way Eduard’s face almost broke into a cheeky grin when he gave a tall story about Prussia, Denmark, and their heroic (yet failed) escapade to save Tino’s eggs.
“So it’s your obligation to save those poor ducklings next, Toris~” Eduard had said, once he managed to iron out his face into a calmer smile, “Good luck! I’ve no doubt you can do ‘it’!” After which he had given him a nod, and went about his own ‘unsuspecting’ business.
That was hours ago, Toris thought, right now he had another big wall to confront. He was not a particularly brave and confident man, and people who were more courageous than him bowled over Berwald’s intimidating height and glare, but it would have been such a waste to raise Eduard’s hopes up before attending his birthday empty handed… not to mention keeping a fierce staring match against the Scandinavian pair’s door for hours in the freezing cold just to give up would be a sad waste of his time and effort.
With shaking hands, he managed to ring the doorbell without running away from the porch. He shuffled his feet and studied the welcome mat awkwardly. Toris gulped when he heard someone shuffle from behind the door not two minutes later, and straightened his back when that someone - hopefully not Berwald - swung it open.
Tino’s friendly face popped the tense balloon in his shoulders, "Toris, I’m glad you came!” Toris deflated in relief, “I just got the ingredients ready. Perfect timing, huh?”
“Thank you very much, Tino.” He smiled, elated that he had met him first before Berwald managed to scare him half his wits before he even started. At least now he could hide behind someone who wouldn’t mind, “Um… I hope I’m not being a bother… a-and Berwald…”
“Oh,” Tino tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and smiled widely, “Su-san's not here at the moment, I’m afraid. Sealand’s with him and they’re taking a trip to visit Arthur ~”
That’s all right. He wasn’t complaining. Really…
“He wouldn’t mind if we borrow his kitchen for a while.”
Toris nodded and smiled politely, “I’m glad-” Very, very glad. He laughed shyly, failing to contain his immense gratitude, “Thank you very much.”
A random child riding a bicycle passed by him and rang her little pink bell in passing.
Nice weather today… very cold.
Tino scuffled in place and leaned forward conspiratorially, “Um, Toris?”
“Yes?”
“Why don’t you come in, it’s really cold out here and you might catch something.”
“Oh!” Toris flushed in embarrassment when he realized that Tino had moved aside for him to enter through, but he hadn’t noticed it for some odd reason, “U-um, very, very sorry… about… yeah…” he slinked through, chuckling sheepishly, and hoped that his friendly companion didn’t think him an idiot. He handed his heavy coat, took off hisboots, and entered a hallway that lead through an ornately furnished living room.
Sweden had really done incredibly well for a man who didn’t look the part of a professional interior designer.
“You should see the evil in Su-san’s eyes whenever he gets into one of his designing moods,” Tino said, “It’s not usually this clean anymore ever since we took Sealand in. He’s very energetic. Jumps around a lot on the sofa, but Su-san doesn’t mind.”
The first thing that came in his mind was the word ‘cool’. Just the word cool described the ocean blue wall, the oddly shaped, but surprisingly tasteful hanging lamps and other lighting devices hung on walls and ceiling in perfect angles. The black, comfortable looking corner sofa barely took half of the large room; there were numerous cabinetry around on one side, and a glass coffee table and side tables that held black, elegant lamps around the sofa. White curtains were folded apart and framed the beautiful view of the pair's gardens blanketed in snow; there were shelves placed randomly on another wall that held many of their decorations - black and white vases, porcelain modern art, a couple of books, family photos in silver frames, and miniaturized versions of ornate castles and little white dogs.
One of Eduard’s old gifts, a large flat screen television, was the last bit of furniture he noticed since it was hidden around a similarly dark colored television storage combination full of what seemed to be drawers which, Toris guessed, hid the electrical conveniences.
“Sweden really knows how to fix things up, hm?” Toris said, his mouth agape.
He almost stayed paralyzed near the end of the short hall before Tino laughed and tugged his arm toward their kitchen, “Everything's in here, Toris. You know, the house isn’t that big and things are quite easy to find around here. I get lost in mansions sometimes, and Su-san was thoughtful enough to note that when he had the house made.” A large dining table and bar passed them by in another room. One of the adjacent rooms after that was the kitchen with the same decorated color theme as the living room, its appliances and decoration creating a picturesque image of what he usually saw in Ikea magazines.
Everything looked so… clean.
Berwald, while he lacked in words and outward emotion, must do something to his room someday. No matter what the cost or how many glares he might get. The man was very good indeed…
… said he to the guy who practically made a living out of selling tasteful and practical furniture doodads. He was almost afraid to touch something.
“Now don’t worry,” Tino said, sensing the other man’s discomfort, “Su-san’s not all that intimidating. What’s important is Eduard’s birthday present,” he handed him a pink apron and patted his arm in a comforting manner. Toris noted that he was also wearing his own pink and white tartan apron. Very cute.
Yes. This was for Eduard’s birthday present.
Finding a new stick for his spine, Toris nodded happily and rubbed his hands together, giving Tino a signal that he was ready to get his hands dirty, “So what should we do first? What are the ingredients?”
Tino pointed over to one of the more prominent tables in the kitchen, “Boneless roast beef cubes, onions, peppercorn…” they walked over to the table and Tino gladly continued to point each and every ingredient one by one: “Pork shoulder cubes, salt, bay leaves, carrots… here - very nice carrots, aren’t they?” he said, laughing as he offered Toris to take a look at the quality of the vegetable. He faltered and took the glass bowl containing the carrots and studied one of the longer ones. He didn’t really get it, but…
“They’re very nice~”
- just to be polite.
Tino let out another one of his tinkling laughs, which brightened up Toris’ mood further and made him feel more comfortable amongst the seemingly constricting atmosphere. Although he couldn't help but feel as if he was missing something.
“All right, let’s begin!”
Toris was later charged with cutting up the vegetables, and he did so while listening to Tino’s bits of cooking advice that made him realize that stew could also be a bit more complex than it seemed.
“You have really nice skin.”
Toris almost cut one of his fingers off. He definitely did not expect that.
“You must use some kind of lotion…”
“Oh… n-no…” he stammered, picking his cutting up from where he left off… now which angle did he cut the carrot again? “Not at all… I don’t really, you know… use such things…” he chuckled nervously.
“I can see why.” Tino nodded in understanding, “The Baltic brothers certainly have their own charms~”
He strangely felt a bit jealous of Eduard for some reason.
“I think you should get the pot ready and the water boiled, please.” Toris sagged in disappointment when he felt Tino’s presence disappear, “The carrots seem just right - I’ll get the meat.” Like a joyful busybody, Tino seemed to skip over to the other side of the table. He grabbed the large glass bowl filled with meat before he followedToris to the stove and putit next to the stainless (really stainless) steel kitchen sink. Toris, meanwhile, had to clamber to keep the heavy roasting pan full of water from spilling, but he definitely did not expect Tino to move behind him and support his arms behind his back.
“Now~” Tino whispered, his lips touching his ear that Toris felt hot breath tickle the small of his skin, “You have to wait until it boils - ” the husky voice continued. Toris gulped, and felt his hands shake when Tino briefly squeezed his wrists, “Before I put the meat in the pot.”
“O- oh...” Toris said, his eyes still staring at the now steaming pot of water before, looking like a lost puppy, “I see.”
His mind suddenly let out a screaming siren sound that warned him of something. It was a trap; he was being hoodwinked… confusion abounds. Toris’ mind suddenly emulated a thunderstorm but forced himself calm. What in the seven hells, though?
“All right then!” Tino said, his voice changing back to how it really should sound that he almost doubted the earlier incident had happened at all.
Toris suddenly felt afraid to ask the man about what he should do next after… after putting the meat into the pot.
“What’s next, Tino?” he said, his voice meek and doubtful. He cursed himself for sounding too eager.
Tino looked at him, away from the chopped carrots while he placed it all into a medium-sized glass bowl, “Just wait for me to finish, and then we’ll start cooking.” He winked.
In an entirely random moment, Toris heard a voice that oddly sounded like Prussia shout ‘Hell yeah score!’ in his mind.
“Remember, wait for the water to boil~ and...” the smile that Tino gave him just then was far from innocent, “Hey, did I ever tell you about the joke about the three Americans changing a light bulb?”
“Um. No?”
The whole situation was strange indeed, not just because of Prussia’s sudden invasion of his subconscious, but he had never noticed the way Tino’s blond hair framed his face perfectly, and how he occasionally tucked a stray behind an ear - just like earlier; how he had a graceful pose and fingers as he arranged each ingredient and discarded the clutter; how, whenever he cracked another knock-knock joke, he had a gleeful yet cheeky expression on his face that often made him calm before he began to hear Tino’s sex sounds in his mind.
Now all that cheeky expression made him feel slightly violated and turned on at the same time. Perhaps Tino took the words ‘cooking date’ to heart, or maybe he was just going along his own hopeful thinking? Maybe this was really how Finland acted around the guys who asked him if he could teach them how to cook. He blamed it all on keeping himself chaste for centuries. Since forever, really - he just had other things to worry about than sex.
“Oh, you know how other dishes go,” Tino said, “The trick is to know how it tastes before you serve it - You could add a little bit of extra salt, pepper, seasonings and the like-” Toris almost jumped off his skin when Tino suddenly appeared closer than usual from his peripheral vision with what seemed to be a rather lecherous stare, but felt a bit disappointed when he realized that Tino had just put the cubed pork shoulder into the now boiling pot.
Then again, what did he expect Tino would do with the meat and the pot?
“Here,” he handed Toris the bowl of beef cubes and readied the seasonings on a small metal desk nearby the stove, “I’ll help you stir the pot. Oh! Remind me to give you the names of the seasonings I use, by the way.”
After a while, they managed to add in all the other ingredients without anything out of place happening. Strangely. He frowned, ‘Maybe I just jumped to the wrong conclusions?’ He almost laughed out loud at his foolishness... what a relief!
Kind of.
His face soon fell as he continued to stir the pot roast in circles. ‘I mean - he’s already with his adopted family so why would he even consider a stupid ‘cooking date’ as a date-date?’
Why would Tino's hand be on his leg? On his thigh? On his…
Toris jumped and almost let the pot tip over, but he managed to right it with the wooden spoon before both of them became a hot pot ingredient.
“T-T-Tino… what-? What are you…?”
Toris heard his pants unzip and felt someone grope his ass tight, “It’s so easy to distract you,” Tino said in an odd, husky voice. A hand fumbled through his pants and grabbed his cock… cook. Cooking. They were cooking. Must cook the roast. “Why are you always so tense, Toris?” he chuckled, his voice changing back to an upbeat tone.
“S-Sweden… but Sweden!”
“I’m not his wife.”
He certainly proved that point by squeezing his cock and running an apologetic hand over the head. The pulsating pleasure almost made him gasp and prop his upper body on the pot roast before stopping himself from getting too near the searing heat.
“Be careful, Toris, you don’t want us to get hurt now, do you?”
He couldn’t believe that Tino, of all people, was molesting him like this! Unthinkable!
Not that he was complaining, really.
“N… no… mmmnot- not at all…”
They gasped. Body heat. Heat from the stove. He whimpered as little streaks of pleasure slowly pooled and collected around his groin. Tino whispered something in his ear but Toris was too distracted to hear…
Oh my god, someone was touching his penis.
“Toris - keep stirring the bowl.”
And he did, desperate to do anything as long as he didn't stop his hand on his cock. Toris’ stirring continued on in broken circles, knuckles white around the wooden spoon moving in accordance with Tino’s firm hand. The blonde’s other hand moved up from his thigh and snaked under his pink apron… to his hip where he gave a rough scratch that made him hiss… and slinked to play the buttons on his shirt; fingers crept through the spaces in between to touch his skin underneath. His nipples hardened when Tino moved his most intimate attention upon it, pinching the nubs through the thin shirt - Toris moaned and almost dropped the spoon to grab hold of the pot’s handles, but the shorter nation made sure that he leaned against his body instead.
An accident would be very, very unwelcome indeed.
Tino’s hips pressed against his backside, an unmistakable erection teasing him. Toris felt someone lick the back of his neck and nip the space of skin under his ear after the same hand that had pinched his nipples hard moved his hair out of the way.
“The sounds you make are very cute, Toris.”
Toris let out a shaky gasp when he felt the hand on his cock stroke him faster. He left the spoon in the pot… be damned the bludgering spoon… and felt them both walk backwards until Tino’s back reached the humming refrigerator behind them.
“Tino~” he moaned, pressing his ass against the other nation’s crotch in a set rhythm. He braced his hands on the side of Tino’s hips hard that he worried he might be leaving bruises, “The roast…?” he squeaked.
“We… p-put enough… uhn… close…” Tino squirmed behind him, huffing in pleasure, but kept on their pace.
Toris gritted his teeth when the other nation’s hand started playing around his chest again, “Boil… boiling? How long…? Hah~”
“Leave it boiling for… t-two to three hours.” Toris felt another fierce bite, this time on his shoulder, “Roast tastes just fine.”
“Add… hah… add water…?” he said, grinding the crevice of his ass harder against Tino’s crotch,
“Enough water... boiling… uhn…”
BEEP. BEEP. BEEEEP. ONE. HOUR.
They both flopped on the floor with Tino resting his back against the fridge, while the other man was splayed between his legs - though both of them were boneless and winded. In fact, they looked as if they had run a mile - sweat rolling down their forehead in a lazy line down their reddened cheeks, small euphoric smiles tugging at the corners of their mouths and all. Toris blushed when Tino hummed and zipped his pants back into place.
“I forgot that Su-san’s stove has an in-built timer.”
Toris nodded, his expression frozen in glazed shock, “It’s already been, um, two hours of us doing- that?”
“Actually, I forgot to set the timer.” He chuckled. Tino nuzzled the back of his neck, “Looks like we’ll have to start boiling it again.”
***
Back at home, Eduard wasn't surprised when Toris didn't come home last night.
The taller Baltic brother sipped his steaming mug of coffee and smiled, hiding a gleeful smirk behind the rim while an obviously distressed Raivis flailed his arms and started to pace around the breakfast table, “Something bad might’ve happened, Eduard -”
“Relax, Raivis. There's no doubt that he’s still with Finland.”
“We don’t know that! How can you be so sure?” Raivis stopped and did a double take at Eduard, “Wait… he’s with Finland? Why is he with Finland? He was with Finland all night?”
Eduard chuckled and stood up, “He’s fulfilling my birthday present as we speak.” Bless Tino's kind heart. Who knew that he wouldn't mind doing this kind of favor for him?
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Martha Stewart and sex xD I failed, didn't I?
and o- cooking sex innuendos. I love thee.
Edited for the second time! >:D