Hello! This is a humorous culinary AU for Hetalia. I'm planning for there to be no ships. I do not own any of these characters expect for the teacher. Enjoy!
Arthur's foot-steps echoed through the empty hallway. The building was all white and smelled of a mixture of spices. He approached a door, behind it a sound of loud voices and pots and pans banging. Carefully, he opened the door and peaked his head through.
"Ah!" A rather large Indian man in a chef's uniform bellowed. "I thought you would never show! Artie!"
"Arthur..." He mumbled and stepped inside the large kitchen.
"Grab a jacket and hat, then go to an empty station," The man pointed him over to a wall with just one chef's jacket hanging on the many hooks.
The class went silent with just a few whispers here and there. All their eyes followed him as Arthur pulled the large clothing over him and shoved the hat on his small head. He walked over to an empty spot in the back next to a tall man with long blonde hair.
"This is a cooking class, right?" Arthur whispered.
"Oui," The man winked. "But this is for people who want to pursue a career in the fine art of culinary," His French accent was thick but his voice remained to have a sing-songy tune. "I'm Francis. And you are...?"
"Arthur," He replied.
"British, are we?" Francis smiled noting his now noticeable British accent. "Not the type of person I expected to see here..."
"Excuse me?" Arthur narrowed his eyes.
"Oh," He laughed. "Nothing!"
The class started off simple with the man from before introducing himself as Mr. Maahir. Mr. Maahir explained that they would be starting off with basics such as sautéing, searing and then would move on to the harder things over time. Once they would get through learning the needed skills, the class would cook recipes from all over the world, experimenting with different ingredients and flavor mixtures.
After going over the syllabus, Mr. Maahir instructed everyone to chop the onions and tomatoes that rested on their tables. Arthur pulled out a large knife from the wood storage block and began chopping his onion. He couldn't help but notice the French man laughing under his breath. Arthur decided to ignore it and continued cutting until a loud voice interrupted the rhythm of knives hitting cutting boards.
"ANTONIO!" Mr. Maahir yelled at one of the students. "The tomatoes are not for eating!"
"Oh! Lo siento, señor!" The student apologized through a mouth full of tomatoes. "They just seemed so ripe and delicioso, I couldn't resist!"
He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Here," Mr. Maahir pulled another tomato from the fridge and handed it to Antonio. "Cut this one." Then, the man's head turned to Arthur. "You're using the wrong knife."
Francis' laughter turned into a roar as he wiped tears from his eyes. "Are you sure you signed up for the right class?"
Arthur blushed with embarrassment. "Shut up, you wanker..." He muttered and switched to a smaller knife.