Chirp Chirp

The chirping of crickets filled the air as the clock struck midnight. Arthur lay wide awake in the bed shared with none other than Alfred Jones. The said American was currently snoring like bear and was in deep sleep, quite the opposite of the Brit who suffered jet lag. England had only arrived in America a couple of hours back and still had not gotten used to the timezones. Deciding to make himself some tea and scones to hopefully help cure his insomnia, he trudged to the kitchen.

After preparing all the ingredients, England started making the scones while the water was boiling. Whisking the flour and butter together, the clanging of metal seems to have awoken Alfred from his sleep. Not noticing the missing person beside him, an intruder was the first thing that popped to his mind. Grabbing the nearest object, which was a hairbrush, America staggered to the kitchen, half asleep.

Arthur didn't notice the taller male slip into the kitchen and just when he was about to put the last cup of flour...

Smack!

Pain exploded all over Arthur's head as Alfred smacked him with the hairbrush. Reflexively, he threw the cup of flour behind and the white powder sprinkled over them like freshly fallen snow.

The sudden burst of powder seemed to have woken Alfred up completely as he realized the situation that was happening. Apologizing profusely, America offered Arthur some help to bake his scones while explaining the scenario.

"Man, I thought you were a burglar or something! I'm still surprised how this hasn't caught fire yet though."

Taking the wooden spatula, England whacked America on the head.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM?! SOME KIND OF FIRE BREATHING DRAGON?!"

Bonus:

Ding!

The oven sounded and Arthur hurriedly wore the mitts and took the tray out of the oven to cool.

"Mmm... They smell good..." America muttered, drool sliding out of his mouth. Slurping his saliva back, he reached for a piping hot scone and popped the whole thing into his mouth. How he didn't get burnt, England would never know. "Vish ish shum goof shtuff!" Yelled America, crumbs spraying all over. Disgusted, England threw a towel at him.

"Of course, what do you think I am?"

"Well, I to be honest, I thought you'd burn the house down." Alfred replied.

Safe to say, America learnt his lesson and vowed never to say anything negative about England's cooking from then on.