HRT: Cows and Cows and Cows [Iceland]

"Uuugh, so bored!" you groaned. It was snowing outside, and it was so windy that you almost fell over when you stepped outside the door to get the mail. Not to mention that the snow was five feet high.

Norway was off somewhere with his fairies and trolls, Finland and Sweden were shopping, and Denmark was with America and Prussia, probably out drinking (again). All of the other countries were gone, except for Iceland, better known as Emil. And he was in his room, sulking about how he was probably going to have to pick up Denmark when he collapsed from alcohol consumption.

So, because of your incredible lack of things to do, you went into your room. Your laptop, on your desk, was practically calling your name. You quickly flipped the screen up and began typing random stuff in the YouTube search bar. After about thirty seven stupid videos, you finally found something interesting. It was called "Cows & Cows & Cows". 

By the time the video was finished playing, you were rolling on the ground, laughing your head off, until tears were streaming down your face. Suddenly, the door opened. 

"_____, are you okay? I thought I he-" Emil stopped when he saw you laughing. Then he sighed. "_____, whats so funny?" You got up quickly and wiped your eyes.

"This video I found. Here, let me show you!" you latched onto his hand and pulled him toward you desk chair. You didn't notice, but the quiet Icelandic man was blushing bright red.

"It's called Cows & Cows & Cows! It's weird, but really cool," you explained as you clicked the play button. The video popped up on the screen. At first, the cows were just bobbing their heads. Then they started doing some crazy dance that wasn't physically possible. You started laughing again, while Emil remained silent.

When the video was over, you turned to Emil. "So, what do you think?" He shook his head and shivered.

"_____, that was really creepy. Why on earth did you make me watch that?" he questioned, a slightly creeped out look on his face.

"Awww, Icy, are you afraid of cows?? you said teasingly. This would be really good to prank him with later.

"No." Emil stated firmly.

"Fine, then make me a cake." You said, crossing your arms.

"What?! Why?" he asked, clearly confused.

"I'll tell Mathias you're afraid of cows if you don't." you smirked. Free cake, here I come! You thought evilly.

"Fine." Emil scowled. "What kind of cake do you want?"

"Chocolate chip." you replied.

"What? I don't think that even exists!" 

"Well, you better make it exist." You cackled demonically. This was just too funny.

A few minutes later, you were in the kitchen with Emil, pulling out a box of cake mix. "I want this kind," you stated, pointing at the box. He took it, and began taking out ingredients. Emil stirred the eggs, milk, and butter into the mix with his amazing Icelandic skills. It was actually kind of hypnotic. You began slowly drifting off, until you were poked in the shoulder by Emil.

"_____, could you hold the pan while I pour the batter into it?"

"Sure, Icy~!" you replied. Unfortunately, when Emil was walking towards you to hand you the baking pan, he stepped in a puddle of water on the floor, and the cake batter went all over his head. You started laughing hysterically, because you knew that you had spilled the water, and forgotten to wipe it up. Plus, Emil looked kind of cute when he was pouting, especially with cake batter on his head. Suddenly, you had an idea.

You kneeled down on the floor, and craned your neck towards your Icelandic friend. Your tongue slipped past your lips, and traveled all the way from his jawbone to his cheek. 

"Mmmmm, delicious~!" you said cutely. Emil's face turned a dark red. "Here, I'll help you get cleaned up." you whispered in his ear. His face turned even darker as you took out a cloth and began wiping the batter out of his hair. 

After you were sure you Emil was free of cake mix, you stood up. "All done~!" you declared.

"No you're not," Emil stated from behind you.

"What? But I made su-" 

"You missed a spot."

"Whe-" you were cut off by Emil's lips. When he pulled away, he noticed your pink face.

"Hey _____, your face is red," he said teasingly.

"I know."

"But you know what you don't know?"

"How your puffin is able to talk?" Emil laughed.

"Nope." he answered.

"Fine, then tell me." you sighed in defeat.

Emil then leaned close and whispered in your ear.

"I love you, _____." You glomped him, almost making him fall over. 

"I love you too, Emil." You kissed his nose. He hugged you, pressing your head into his chest, where you could hear his beating heart. 

Suddenly, a door slammed. A drunken Dane stumbled into the kitchen, and stopped when he saw the two of you. 

"Haha, you and _____ are meant for each other, Icy! I bet you're gonna get married and have like eighty seven kids and junk!" Mathias shouted drunkenly.

"E-eighty seven?!" you stammered. Your cheeks turned crimson.

"Yup!" After answering your question, Mathias was slapped on the back of the head by Emil. "What?" he asked stupidly.

"We're only going to have two." Then you fainted.