Good friends: Will help you put out a kitchen fire.
Best friends: Will roast marshmallows as they watch the kitchen burn.
(Victims: UK brothers)
"Bloody hell! The kitchen's on fire!" England alerted his brothers.
"What?! I told you not to cook!" Ireland exclaimed.
"It doesn't matter right now! What matters is that we put out this fire!" Scotland said, running to grab a bucket.
"Where's the bloody fire extinguisher?!" Wales demanded.
"It should be by the wi- What the FUCK are you doing, Hokkaido?!" England questioned in shock.
Hokkaido was by the fire of the stove roasting FUCKING marshmallows! She acted as if this was a bonfire, and it was time to make bloody S'MORES.
"I'm roasting marshmallows, obviously," Hokkaido simply replied.
Hokkaido's reply made the UK brothers halt in their panic to stop the fire to give her a deadpanned look. They couldn't believe her. What person in their right mind- then again, she IS Hokkaido. The dubbed princess of bat shit loony, and insane.
"Uhhh..." Was all they could say.
The next thing they knew the firefighters came in making all five of the teens evacuate the house. Luckily, sorta, only their kitchen was burnt, or should they say lost thanks to England's cooking skill. He cooked like a true Brit. At least they didn't have to eat his cooking anymore.
"You guys want the s'mores I made? Sure it won't bring your kitchen back, but it tastes good," Hokkaido offered.
They took the s'mores she had, and stuffed it into their mouths. They didn't know what to make of the situation. However, it was obvious that England was devastated, because he was crying as he stuffed all those s'mores into his mouth, until he looked like a hamster.
"Hokkaido?" England called out to her.
"Yeah?" Hokkaido replied, still munching on her snack.
"Fuck you..."
"It's alright... Now, I'm going to go over there and flirt with that young, and hot fire dude over there. Enjoy the s'mores!"
"What kinda friend is she?!"
"I'm your best friend!" Hokkaido said before leaving to flirt with the cutie.