"Paella or baked potatoes" Emma wondered out loud. Neither of them sounded appetising. Emma was trying to figure out what to cook for Antonio, he was staying in Belgium a couple months on a business trip. I mean she was lucky! Antonio just happened to have lots of meetings in Belgium. Rubbing her fore head for ideas she quickly scribbled down some notes. Cooking was one of her special talents. She had been cooking, baking, mixing, and kneading. Ever since she was little it was more like a natural instinct than anything.

Though she was very fortunate growing up, wealthier than most children that she knew. She never took pride in this fact, she would be happy either way; rich or poor. Her older brother Daniël had the same attitude. Though he was the greatest older brother. They did fight a lot especially in there teen years, but as siblings do they eventually made up. Emma did recall her older brother being very over protective I mean he still is. Though they didn't see each other as much they still were in good contact. Every week he would phone just to make sure she was ok living on her own. This was quite tiresome for Emma, but at least it wasn't a sign they had grown a part. Since Antonio was staying in Belgium she wanted to give him a taste of Belgium. Like something really tasty but also reflected the culture and history as well.

Emma gave a huge sigh, she rested her head on the table. As she often did when she was frustrated. It started to spit outside little drops of rain patted on the pretty windowsill. She lived in the most beautiful home, very country and cosy like with lots of soft pillows and warm blankets! She was lucky to find such a nice house in Brussels seemed a little childish at times but that's what Emma loved about it.

There was a knock at the door. Emma squeaked. That was a habit she had when she was surprised. Antonio always thought it was really cute. Emma felt rather embarrassed, even though she was best friends with Antonio ever since she was little (which Daniël was quite uncomfortable with the idea of her hanging around with a boy, But he trusted Antonio and Lovino) Emma brushed her apron and ran to the door. Opening it to find a grinning Spanish man, despite it was pouring with rain!

"Took your time" Antonio giggled. He had the looks of an amazingly good looking Spaniard but the personality of a playful ten year old.

"Oh shush" Emma swiped gingerly at his nose, being more playful then she expected.

"Ah well! Welcome to Belgium, my home and the place where the best chocolate is made~" Emma chirped changing the subject. Antonio smiled. He was so happy to stay with Emma, even for such a short time. Emma shut the door the two made their way down to the Kitchen.

"You will be staying in the guest room upstairs, it's not a fancy hotel but more cosy and home like I guess" Emma gushed. Antonio was still grinning.

"Anyway, how about I start dinner you must be starving!" the Belgian lady suggested

"ah yes! I am really hungry, can I help you make it? I don't want to be a useless guest" Antonio modestly replied. Making himself useful as possible.

"I guess I can't say no" Emma sighed. She knew how persistent Antonio was.