Author's Note:

Hello all! This is the second five minute fanfic ever! As per always, nothing was edited, and this was all done in 5 minutes or less. Read and Review! Requests are accepted~

WARNINGS: USUK and England's bad cooking


America came back from the world meeting that morning thinking something was off. For the past few decades, England had been living with him for relationship reasons (*cough*luurve*cough*), and as always, when America got home, there was England. Nothing strange here, but he just couldn't shake the feeling.

It took awhile, but soon America noticed a smell of burning in the air. Fearing the worst, he ran about trying to find the source. At last, the only room he hadn't checked yet was the kitchen and America braced himself just in case as he opened the door.

There, in the middle of the kitchen, was England. Singing his song and trying to cook some scones. Relieved that England wasn't in immediate danger, America went up to England and hugged him from behind as he was taking out the burning scones.

"What are you doing?" America asked.

"Making scones you bloody wanker. You looked like you needed a pick-me-up."

"…we aren't going to /eat/ those are we?"

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, love."

Later, England did manage to shove a few down America's throat and America was reminded of how bad of a cook his boyfriend was.


It was already 8:00. "Man it's late..." America sighed. He clicked a button on the remote and his video game disappeared from the screen. He held a hand on his stomach which rumbled in response. "I'm hungry."

Walking downstairs, America saw his boyfriend England in the kitchen. "Hey Iggy! Canyoumakemesomefood? Kthxbye." America plopped down on the couch and closed his eyes. Before he could relax, some familiar angry footsteps came running towards him. America cracked an eye open...England.
"Oi! Don't just run in and and make me cook for you! I'll do it this time, but you need to learn to cook for yourself! It's a treat your getting my special scones..."

America narrowed his now open eyes.

"Scones..."

Attempting for once to be respectful he kept quiet after that. 10 minutes later, America smelled burning. Looks like the scones are done...

England held a tray out as America came up behind him. "Dude...those smell like shit."