You jumped as the sound of your doorbell rang through your house. You had just put a batch of cookies in the oven to bake, and had sort of been staring blankly at the stove for five minutes with your mind half way across the universe. Dragging yourself back to reality, you walked to your front door and opened it.
"Hey, Sweden!" you said cheerfully, standing back to let your crush in. "What brings you here?"
"I have someth'ng to tell you," he stated as you closed the door.
When he didn't say anything for a moment, you smiled at him. "And you did walk over here to actually tell me, right?" you teased. "Or are you just gonna stand there and keep it a secret?"
He looked at you expressionlessly, but your eyes detected a faint blush on his cheeks. After another moment of silence, you headed back to the kitchen.
"Soooooo . . . I'm going to go stare at the oven some more," you called over your shoulder. "If you want to follow me, I'll be this way."
Arms wrapped around your waist almost instantly, drawing you back. Blushing, you looked back at Sweden, who was determinedly hugging you.
"S-Sweden, what the -" you stuttered.
"I love you," he mumbled, cutting you off. "Th't's what I wanted to say."
You beamed and turned around to face him.
"I love you too," you grinned, then pressed your lips to his.