1. Cupcakes

It was safe to say that I was officially scared for my life. That day I'd decided to jump across the pond and annoy England, which was an usual occurance in my daily schedule. Upon arriving at the rainy country I immediately headed towards England's house, and found the spare key which he always kept under second plant pot on the left from the door, which really wasn't the safest place to keep a spare key for your obviously expensive home, and I then let myself in uninvited, England will complain about that, but he'd never kick me out, he's that kinda guy.

Peering around the entrance way, I listened carefully for any sign of where the grumpy briton could be. I could here the sound of clinking and rattling coming from the general direction of the kitchen. Thats where the fear kicked in.

England in a kitchen was never a good combination, the man was such a bad cook it was a surprise nobody had died from one of his horror creations. I approached the kitchen reluctantly, scared to witness the horrors that could be brewing in that average sized kitchen. Peering through the crack of the door i could see England stood, bent over and reaching into the oven, pulling out a tray of something unidentifiable.

I tried to push the door open more, to try and get a better look at what he had created, but luck was not on my side as the door decided to creak loudly, and let my presence be known to England. He spun around so quickly you could have sworn he was under attack, his eyes were wide and frantic and he stood tensely.

"A-A-America! Bloody hell, you git! you gave me a fright. How the blast did you get in here?" England exclaimed suddenly at the sight of me. I fully walked into the kitchen and approached England, holding out the spare key I had taken from under his flower pot.

"You really need to hide these kinda things better Iggy, anyone could get in here, then you'd need me, the Hero to come to your rescue" I exclaimed, placing the key into his open palm with a dashing grin.

"Oh blast. That key was well hidden you idiot! only you seem to know where to look!"

I peered over his shoulder to look at the baking tray he'd pulled out from the oven, what i was looking at looked like pieces of coal placed into cupcake cases, there was still a thick black smoke being emitted from the charcoaled...things.

"Are those supposed to be... Cupcakes, Iggy?" I questioned, a hint of worry evident in the tone of my voice. England turned to me suddenly, an angry look flitted across his face.

"What do you mean 'Supposed'?, they ARE cupcakes. I've spent the better half of the morning baking them! But your lucky you came when you did, they're fresh from the oven, here have one" he exclaimed, picking up one of the black lumps and holding it out to me.

"A-Ah, Iggy, I-I'm sorry, I just ate... breakfast. I'm completely stuffed, can't fit a single thing in my belly! Ahhaha..." I said, stuttering and pausing a few times trying to think of the appropriate thing to say, it was obviously a lie, even Italy would probably be able to notice it.

"I know for a fact, America, that you are never 'Full'" He held the cupcake out to me again, and I knew this time that there was no getting out of this. I reluctantly took the cupcake from his hand and held it close to my mouth, opening my lips slightly, I hesitated to put it in, but it had to be done sooner or later.

I took a bite out of it, the experience was... odd, to say the least. How on earth had England created this strange mix of textures out of a simple cupcake recipe confused me. Chewing on the strange mixture in my mouth a few more times with a look of disgust on my face, I scrunched my face up and swallowed, I could feel this odd sensation circling around in the pits of my stomach, making me feel woozy.

England looked at me expectantly, obviously wanting my opinion on his monstrosity of a cupcake, I opened my mouth to speak-

And promptly fainted.

Ive decided to make a bunch of one-shots, I was originally going to call them drabbles, but I think that they will be a bit too long to call them that. I'm going to make each one-shot based on a word suggestion from my sister.

Reviews are appreciated! and maybe I could get some pointers on how to write America's dialogue better, because in my own opinion I don't think I did him any justice.