Title: Breakfast in the Kitchen, 1/1

Rating: 10+

Pairing: 1+2

Genre: general, ever so slight twinge of a parody.

Warnings: none, unbetaed.

Author's note: the purpose of this fic is to speedily demonstrate the use of a foreign language in an English fic and little else. Characterization, plot and logic wasn't my particular focus.

Overall, it took me maybe half an hour to type it, idea to END.

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Duo Maxwell woke up and looked out the window. It was a very nice morning, and he felt an overwhelming desire to let it know just that.

"Wünderschön! I just love hübsch mornings!" He got out of bed, and stretched a little, rubbing life into his joints, which seemed to have failed to wake up alongside with him. "Aw, Scheisse," he pouted, when the needles started traveling up and down his arm. "C'mon, anhalt that already!" Luckily for him, the annoying feeling went away soon and he was able to get on with his daily routine.

Yawning widely (because nothing beats a good yawn early in the morning) he made his way downstairs, and stepped into the spacious kitchen.

"Guten Morgen guys!" he called cheerfully to Trowa and Wufei, moving to the counter to make himself a cup of coffee. He was just starting to reach for the cereal, when the green-eyed boy's voice stopped him mid-movement.

"Heero will be zurück any minute," Trowa was saying. "He said he would make Frühstück today."

"Wirklich?" Duo's eyes grew wide. "Toll!" Then he paused. "Wait – shouldn't I be worried? Last time he cooked the kitchen was a disaster."

"He was practicing since then."

"Gutes for him. I remember him practicing great many times ehe that too."

"That's why he settled for sandwiches. We just happen to be out of bread this morning."

"Oh, Glück," Duo sighed taking a seat and sipping on his morning brew. "I would really rather not repeat the fiasco of the last supper." Trowa gave him a strange look over the top of the morning paper.

"Not many people would," he remarked casually. "I hear crucifixion is a painful way to go." Duo snickered into his coffee.

"Only you Tro. Only you."

"Guten Morgen Leute," Quatre greeted politely, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. "Why isn't anyone eating schon?"

"Heero promised us Frühstück. We are waiting for him to get the bread."

"Oh. Okay then." Picking up a kettle, the blond proceeded to brew coffee the rest of the boys affectionately dubbed 'engine cleaner'. It was rumored to be strong enough to send rust recoiling at the mere whiff. The black glop was simmering on the stove, when Quatre seemed to have realized something. "Warten ein Moment! You said Heero is cooking?" there was a race of sheer panic sipping into his voice.

"Ja," Wufei replied, turning a page.

"And niemanden is bothered?"

"Relax," the Chinese man said, snickering to himself as he scanned through the comics page. "He is making sandwiches. Even he will have a hard time messing that up."

"I wouldn't be so sicher about that," Duo spoke up, grinning to himself. A half-asleep Quatre made for a good show. "He did trigger the fire alarm with a toaster once."

Heero chose that moment to return, a bag in hand. Throwing the blond Arabian a strange look, he proceeded to the counter. At the last moment he spun on his heel and backtracked, to peck Duo on the cheek.

"Morgen, lieblingst," he said smiling softly.

"Grüss yourself," Duo answered with a smile. The morning, despite everyone's initial reaction, ended well. It turned out that even Heero couldn't mess up a bunch of bread with Käse on it.

END.

More Author's notes: Dearest Fellow GW Writers –

This :points up: is what happens when you add random foreign words into a perfectly ordinary fic. So, let me summary the rules for doing so:

DON'T.

And yes, the very same rule applies to (gasp) Japanese.