I do not own Hetalia.
His cooking wasn't that bad. Really! Alfred and Francis and all of them were just dramatic.
At least, that's what Arthur kept telling himself, especially after Francis told him he was good for nothing, just because he always burnt his food. It wasn't his fault, though; something always distracted him. And, it was usually Alfred.
Alfred would race in with a bug, or a cut, or even a black eye, and Arthur would forget everything just so he could help his little brother.
Or, sometimes, Alfred would trick him.
He'd get Matthew to do something and sit there, silently giggling as Arthur yelled at his other brother.
But, sometimes, it was Francis, his older (dumber) brother, who thought himself to be quite beautiful, even though- in Arthur's opinion- he looked like a frog. (Well, actually, Arthur liked Francis' hair. But he would never, ever admit it!)
Anyway, long story short, Francis would start an argument whenever Arthur was cooking, the food would burn, and Francis would do that creepily evil laugh and become the 'hero', fixing his nasty French cooking. (Actually, it wasn't bad, but Arthur would never admit that, either!)
Or, sometimes, Francis would wear something that- again, in Arthur's opinion- would look terrifying on the longer-haired man. (Okay, Arthur usually liked the clothes, but...let's just say Arthur would never say/admit anything nice to Francis!)
Today was just like any other day, except ten times worse. Alfred had tricked Matthew into doing something, and Arthur was lecturing the young boy- yet again- on how he should never do what Alfred says. While he was lecturing, Francis slipped into the kitchen and poured a ton of ketchup into Arthur's sloppy Joe meat.
Arthur returned to the kitchen and was pleased to find that his food was unburnt and looked healthy enough. To him, it seemed to just be a good day, where the odds had been in his favor.
He was beaming as he brought the sandwiches into the dining room, where his brothers were seated. They all looked at the food suspiciously. Everyone except Arthur knew what Francis had done, and Alfred and Francis were successfully hiding their laughs. Poor Matthew, however, was upset about it. But both Francis and Alfred threatened him, promising terrible punishments for him if he told. So, he kept his mouth shut.
Arthur passed everyone their sandwiches and took his seat. No one touched the food but, of course, this was normal. They always waited until Arthur took a bite before they started. They thought the food was poisoned or something. Arthur chuckled to himself, remembering just four days ago, when they forced down his instant mac-and-cheese, which had been burnt beyond recognition. Boy, would they be surprised today. He hadn't burnt this meal.
He lifted the sandwich and took a bite, about to nod the okay he usually gave them. But, instead, he started choking.
Distantly, he heard Alfred and Francis crack up laughing, but it soon got to the point where he couldn't really hear much of anything, due to the rise in volume of his coughs.
Alfred started to get worried when his brother's face began turning red.
"Arthur?" he said. "C'mon, Arthur! It was a joke! We're really-"
Francis suddenly cursed. "He's allergic to ketchup!"
And, believe it or not, that was when the craziness really started.
Please feel free to review!