Italy frantically zoomed from one room to the other, he was desperate to get everything prepared and perfect before three this afternoon. The little brunette had been working on cleaning the house for nearly four hours now, he'd never normally clean this much maybe a little dusting and hovering but that was it. But, today was special, it was Scotland's birthday and he knew the Scotsman is one hell of a bad mood once he returns from his younger brother's house, England. He always did, England would make him come over for a cup of tea or whatever tickled his fancy, they were brothers after all. No matter how much they argued and wished the other was dead they were still family.
"Hmm I've got another hour to waste so I'll prepare something for him to eat. No doubt he'll leave before eating something" Feliciano hoped over the vacuum he had just finished with and made his way to the kitchen, maybe I should make some pasta or spaghetti he thought before pulling out two pots along with the cooking oil and a few knifes.
"He did say he loved me pasta" He smiled sweetly to himself before retrieving the garlic from the fridge; he peeled the skin of gingerly before ripping of a few cloves of garlic. He then filled a pot with water and placed it on one of the cooker rings before leaving it to boil, he grabbed the biggest knife from the draw and grabbed a few cloves a garlic bashing each of them with the strong metal and finally cutting them up into smaller pieces.
"Oh better not forget the actual pasta" Italy then opened the cupboard to his right which usually contained such things as pasta, spaghetti, rice and lentils. He noticed the water from the pot had begun bubbled slightly so he carefully poured the contents of the pasta along with some oil into the pot before returning to the garlic. Feliciano grabbed the other pot and placed a fair amount of oil in with the chopped up garlic and left it to simmer before moving onto the onions which he repeated the same technique he used on the garlic but without it bashing with the knife "Oh it's ten to three, maybe I should change" he glanced at the clock and placed the onion in with the garlic and oil, he heard footsteps emitting from the kitchen window, the steam from the boil water making it hard to make out the figure on the other side but from the sound of the door being unlocked and the shuffling of shoes being removed he already had guessed.
"Fuck somethin'smells good" Scotland stated walking into the kitchen to see the Italian already pouring some sauce in with the garlic and onion but not before placing in a few sausages Spain had recommended for him.
"Aye, I knew it'd be somethin good" He chuckled; he walked closer to Feliciano and wrapped a strong arm around his waist "I take it its nearly done, aye?"
"Yeah, I just need to put the pasta in with the sauce and we're good to go" He did as he spoke, he crapped the pot and poured the water contents into the sink and place the pasta on the drainer before putting it in with the sauce and stirring "You've had another fight with England haven't you, but from the bruise on your cheek it wasn't just words huh?"
"You'kin see right through me" He rubbed the bruise "Aye the little shit wis getting cheeky so I bopped him and I got it back, the little fuck ain't a shit bag like he used tae be and-
Feliciano placed a finger to his lips silencing the Scotsman; he wrapped his arms around his neck before giving him a peck on the lips.
"Happy birthday Scotty"