"How the bloody hell did this happen?" England said in disbelief. Just moments ago, he had come running downstairs after being woken up suddenly by what sounded like an explosion. He ran into the kitchen where he saw a certain country standing in his there with an apron on, flour covering his entire body head to toe along with a good part of England's kitchen. Not to mention that there were pieces of egg hanging off of the ceiling and the wallpaper around his stove was burnt.
"Well, um, you see…" America started. His eyes immediately began darting around the room, never lasting on anything, especially England, for more than a second. Just like when he was young and knew he would be in trouble, England noted mentally.
"What had happened was…I was trying to make you breakfast since you let me stay the night. Usually I'm an awesome cook, but because of your stupid British stove and stuff, the eggs caught on fire and-"
"Wait," the older country stopped him. "You caught the eggs on fire?"
"No!" America replied indignantly. "I told you, it's because of your stupid stove! But anyways," he continued, with England shaking his head. "I grabbed the nearest thing to pour on it, to try and put out the fire." He paused for a second, looking down at himself. "By the way, don't ever put flour on anything that has grease on it. It'll explode."
"Hence the eggs on my ceiling," England sighed, putting his face in his hands. "And my burnt wall."
"Yeah, sorry about that," America said, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.
"Well, you might as well make us some tea and coffee. It'll take a while to get all this cleaned up," England said, going over to a closet to get cleaning supplies.
"Can I at least take a shower first? I've got flour in places flour should never be," America asked.
"No," England snapped. "You shouldn't have made the mess. So you can deal with it while you clean." He thrust a bucket and sponge at the younger country.
"Boo, Iggy," America stuck his tongue out in a very childish manner. "You're no fun."
But, nonetheless, America smiled as he took the materials from England.
I'm absolutely lovin' these one-shots. They're so much easier to write than multi-chaptered fics. Plus, I think they're much cuter.
As always, reviews are much appreciated.
