Italy was bored. And hyper. He'd had a cookie before he came here. Where was here? Standing in the middle of a cooking class next to Germany.
"Germany!" He said, looking up at the blonde man.
"What?" came the annoyed reply. Germany was, of course, paying attention to the teacher.
"I'm bor-ed."
Germany huffed. "You're the one who brought me here, so I don't want to hear it."
"But Germany!"
"No."
Italy made a small whiney sound then became silent; although he still wasn't listening to the teacher.
"Next you want to add the stick of butter." The teacher ordered. Like a good soldier Germany obeyed the instruction, trying to ignore the sulking Italian.
"Then the cup of sugar." Italy perked up upon hearing the word 'sugar'. He quickly picked up the entire bag of said sugar and poured it all into the bowl. Germany, who was trying to block out the bickering couple behind them, did not notice as Italy mixed the bowl's contents.
"Germany! Shouldn't you be paying attention?" Italy said cheekily.
Germany swiveled around fast enough that his neck cricked. Italy could have sworn the soldier stuck his tongue out. And then Germany saw the bowl. He could have sworn it looked bumpier than it should but the teacher was going on to the next step, leaving him no time to investigate.
Thankfully, Italy was paying attention for the next couple steps.
"Time to put the batter in the oven."
Italy watched Germany slide the pan into the oven. Whit nothing to hold his attention, Italy's gaze fell on the bickering couple.
The bickering couple kept bickering. Their cake was on fire. Obama screamed, "Oh fuck you Osama! This is so TYPICAL. First you go into hiding for years, then you burn out fucking cake YOU FUCKER oh my gosh."
"NO FUCK THE USA, I AM DIVORCING YOUR WHOLE COUNTRY"
"I am not giving your turban back ever again you whore!" Obama stamped his foot and flicked his wrists dramatically.
Then Osama jumped out the window.
Germany's eye twitched slightly when they finished.
"Ve~ Germany look at that." Italy pointed towards another couple across the room.
"Wow what the fuck" Germany said while Voldemort threw his nose at Draco. Draco picked it up and ripped it in half. "Fuck this marriage Voldie!" He carefully measured a teaspoon of Voldemort's nose into the cake mixture, stirred it thoroughly into the batter, and sashayed out of the room. Voldemort stared into the batter, and then ate it raw.
"Wow what the fuck!" Germany said again, in disgust. " There is not enough sugar in this butter, what the fuck." He observed, as they had just taken the pan out of the oven.
"Yes there is," Italy protested, crossing his arms and pouting.
"There's not enough nose in anybody's cake." Voldemort observed as he lifted his monocle up to his eye for a better look.
Dane Cook destroyed Voldemort's monocle. "I'm the teacher and I say no monicles!" Dane kicked one of the class' closet doors to emphasize his point, yelling: "DOOR KICKER!"
Osama cheered from outside when Dane added "I GOT A DIVORCER BECAUSE OF YOU!"
A/N: Well there you go. Sorry for any spelling mistakes and all the fragments.
