Yayz! Another random (and hopefully fluffy) oneshot!~ Not to mention the totally awesome (sarcasm) tite and summmary!~
Anyways I'd appreciate it if you point out grammatical errors n stuff and leave a review~ Thanks :)

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Cerulean eyes peaked through the partially opened door and widened in surprise.

"England?! You should at least tell me you're coming before dropping in out of nowhere.." huffed Alfred, opening the door further with a pout.

"It's not like I wanted to come here git." glared Arthur, "My boss sent me here for some official work.."

Upon entering the house, England noticed that America was wearing an apron and was covered in flour.

"Tch you're covered in flour." England scolded Alfred, while dusting the flour off his cheek, causing said American to turn quite pink. "Have you been cooking?" continued England, tilting his head , "So you've decided to give up your greasy burgers after all hmm?"

"No! Well. Umm . Mickey D's was closed today.."

"But I passed McDonalds on my way here, there are so many it's quite hard not too, and all of them were open.." said England, raising an eyebrow.

"Well it was closed when I went there! "

"Alright, alright," said England, trying to calm America down.

"Umm I'll just clean up a bit and come back here to talk about the work your boss sent you here for.." said America, seeming a little deflated, as he went into the kitchen.

England sighed and sank down into the couch. He barely ever had time to come visit America anymore. And when he did, he had to look for excuses related to paperwork and other formalities because America obviously didn't want him around. And when he did show up at America's house, they always ended up arguing and fighting over anything and everything, no matter how insignificant the topic was.

Meanwhile, America was washing his hands in the kitchen sink. He had really not expected England's visit. He was really happy to see the green-eyed nation, but like always England had been forced to come here by his boss. He recalled the countless number of times he had picked up his phone to call Arthur after finishing a pile of paperwork because somehow hearing the said Briton's voice always made him feel happier and less tired. Not to mention the numerous flights for London which he booked and then later cancelled. "The airport officials are getting pretty annoyed with me for that.," thought Alfred chuckling. "Does iggy really not miss me at all?" he continued, glancing at the cup of Earl Grey and half prepared scone batter on the counter.

Back in the hall, England was getting restless. "Why is America taking so long? Maybe I should see what he is up to.." thought England, starting towards the kitchen.

When America caught sight of England at the door, he panicked. "Noo! England is not supposed to see what I'm making" he thought, as he rushed to block England's way.

"H-hey England! What are you doing here? I thought I asked you to wait in the hall! I'm almost done cleaning up!"

But England had already caught sight of the tell-tale cup.

"…Is that tea?"

England nudged America aside, walked towards the cup, and took a sip.

"Earl Grey?!" he frowned, puzzled, "And what's this..?"

"Ahahahahaha I was making good old American apple pie! Was just wondering if it could make something like tea taste better!" said America, trying his best to cover up, hero laugh n all.

But a piece of paper, most likely a recipe, covered with flour and other ingredients, but with the title almost visible, gave him away completely.

"..Scones? You were making tea and scones?" asked England raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Yeah.." sighed America, sinking into the nearby chair.

And then England smiled. One of his really rare, genuine smiles.

"But you could have just asked me to make some for you!"

"But you always burn your scones Iggy!" America pouted.

….And the smile was gone. For a moment, America feared his life and closed his eyes for the whack he was probably going to get on his head for insulting The United Bloody Kingdom's cooking.

When the whack didn't come, and America got the courage to squint through his half open eyes, he caught sight of England huddled in the corner muttering something that sounded like "My cooking is bad..?"

Upon which America tried to hide his smile but failed. How… England.

He went up to Arthur and crouched down beside him. "I didn't mean your cooking is bad! Just that.. Maybe you should pay more attention to the timer on the oven."

"Really..?"

"Yeah! Hey! I know! Maybe we can make the scones together!"

"Together..?"

"Yeah! Cause I'm the hero!"

England rolled his eyes and smiled. "That would be wonderful.."