Say hello to one of my new favourite pairings, ScotlandxBelgium!
A Deep-Fried WHAT?
"Hallo?" called Belgium, pushing the front door closed. It was eight p.m. and she was tired after a long day working, but now she was all finished up and ready to relax with Scotland for the rest of the evening.
"That you, Bells?" came a shout. Hanging up her coat, Bella skipped down the hall and into the kitchen.
The kitchen was bright and warm, with the heavy smell of a deep-fat fryer humidifying the air. James was stirring a pot on the stove, humming Auld Lang Syne and wearing a frilly hot-pink apron (that clashed horribly with his hair) that the Ireland twins had bought him for his birthday the week before. Bella wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and rested her chin on his shoulder so that she could peer at what he was cooking.
"I'm making something special for you tonight, hen," said James, turning around so that he could give Bella a proper hug and a quick kiss on the lips. "You just go and sit down and relax."
The Belgian woman sat at the dining table and chattered idly about her work, a funny conversation she'd had with Spain, and a new chocolate bar that she had tried. While she talked, James finished up the frying, placed his snack on a plate, wrapped it a paper towel and set it in front of Bella, presenting it to her with a flourish before sitting down opposite her.
Bella eyed the dish curiously. There were two objects, about as long as her middle finger. They were both roughly rectangular with rounded ends, deep brown in colour, and covered in batter. She definitely couldn't tell what they were.
"Um…" Bella shot a questioning look up at James.
"It's a deep-fried Mars bar!" said James, beaming as if Christmas had come early.
"Huh?"
"A deep-fried Mars bar," enunciated the Scottish man, clasping his hands excitedly. "Try it, try it!"
Bella sat in silence for a good ten seconds, contemplating the dish in front of her. The smile on James' face fell slightly at her obvious lack of glee.
Then she stood up suddenly, pushing her chair back forcefully.
"You deep-fried a Mars bar?" she cried in horror. "You DEEP-FRIED a MARS BAR?"
"Er, yes?" said James uncertainly, leaning back slightly in fear.
"I can't believe you!" she shouted, slamming her hands on the table. "This is a disgrace! A disgrace to the name of chocolate! Chocolate is meant to be enjoyed, not played with in such a manner! This – this thing –" she waved her hand at the offending item, an expression of disgust on her face, " – is an abomination!"
And with that, she ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
James was stunned. It was just a deep-fried Mars bar, nothing to get upset about. America had loved it! She'll calm down in a few minutes, he thought, picking up the Mars bar and taking an appreciative bite.
"Basch?" came a wail from upstairs. She must be on the phone, realised James, although why she was calling Switzerland was beyond him. "James just deep-fried a chocolate bar!"
Oh dear. Switzerland took chocolate very seriously.
James needed to hide.
XD Hide, James, hide! Random plot bunny that's been simmering away for a few weeks. Reviews are always appreciated!
I know, in Waiting and Updating I called Switzerland Vash, but on the Hetalia wiki it does officially say 'Basch Zwingli' so... yeah ^^" Then again, it says Vash is an alternate spelling, so it's not so much of a fail :)
