Leo: Herro everybody! I know it's been awhile since I wrote a one-shot of the sorts. Well, this one is just a random thing I thought up of and I'm actually typing this in my Financial Literature class and I'll most likely finish at home….. Yeah, I know. You're all wondering, "Leo, why are you doing this during class? Don't you have work to do?" And that my dear readers, is yes, I do have work but it bothers me how I haven't written in awhile. Well onto the story! Warning, humans names involved.
Disclaimer: I don't own! My friend Kikilu Banner owns Tyler (Washington D.C.). I only own the story, plot, and my OC Ottawa, the capital of Canada.
Pairings: No pairings this time.
People appearing in this fic: Alfred F. Jones, Arthur Kirkland, Gilbert Beilschmidt, Neha 'Neni' Williams (Ottawa), Kumajirou, Matthew Williams, Kumanini (Neha's pet polar bear), Francis Bonnefoy, and Tyler Jones (Washington D.C.)
Genre: Fluff, Humor
-===Financial Lit bores me a bit….===-
Maple Pancakes
Neha Williams, also known as Neni, was sitting on the couch boredly upside down with her pet polar bear Kumanini sitting beside her. She groaned and flipped over, making her fall off the couch. Kumanini looked at her with a bored expression.
"I'm hungry, make me some food." Kumanini demanded. Neha just giggled and stood up, picking up the bear, she headed into the kitchen to make maple flavored pancakes.
Kumajirou trotted into the kitchen and sat by her feet. "I'm hungry too, make me some." Neha just nodded until her big brother Matthew came into the kitchen.
"Are you making pancakes Neha?" He asked. Neha just nodded,
"Okay, Tyler, Francis, Arthur and Alfred are coming over so can you make enough for everybody?" Neha groaned lightly and just gave a defeated nod.
Matthew laughs lightly, "Sorry about that, it was kind of a late notice." He apologized.
Neha smiled in forgiveness, "It's alright gran frère. It's not your fault. I'll just make Kumanini's and Kumajirou's pancakes first since they seem hungry."
Neha set Kumanini on the ground and got out the necessary ingredients to make the maple flavored pancakes.
Just as she was about to mix the ingredients her cousin Tyler bursts through the door yelling something about WW2 and Hitler.
"HAHAHA! I wonder if Hitler was still around and he would be running around in a red speedo!" Tyler boasted. Arthur walked in behind him and whacked the boy in the back of his head, "Git! Don't be a bloody wanker and see what's real."
Alfred strided through the door with Francis behind him. "Don't be such a kill joy Artie! Let Tyler have his dreams. And besides, you're imaginary friends aren't even real!"
Arthur glowered at the American, "They are so real! You're aliens are the ones that aren't real!"
So Arthur and Alfred are now arguing about what's real and what's not real, while everybody watches them with a sweat drop.
Neha went back to making the pancakes while Kumanini was on the counter, watching her intently. As Neha flipped the pancakes, Tyler walked up behind her and peered over her shoulder.
"Making your special maple flavored pancakes Neni?" He asked. Neha nodded and automatically corrected him, "Its Neha, Tyler, not Neni."
"Yeah, but your name is hard to say." He whined, making the puppy dog face.
Neha sighed and ignored her American cousin when Francis came over and peered over her shoulder. "Ma chère, the pancakes you make are quite delicious, well, you are French after all. Unlike Arthur's cooking, his taste so bad. It's not even considered food." He said dramatically.
The Englishman looked over at Francis with a scowl, "Shut up you bloody frog!"
Francis just laughed his perverted/weird laugh while looking over at Arthur.
"But I only state the truth mon ami." The Frenchie smirked while Alfred had to hold back Arthur so he wouldn't rip the others throat out.
Matthew watched in the background, once again forgotten. Kumajirou trotted up to Matthew's feet and looked up, with a tilt of his head and a confused expression, "Who are you again?" The bear asked.
"I'm Matthew, your owner, Kumashaki." The bear just nodded and walked away, leaving Matthew to be once again, invisible to everybody. Except Neha and Kumanini of course.
Neha, during the whole commotion, had finished the pancakes. It was enough for everybody to have and incase they wanted seconds, mostly Alfred and Tyler. And maybe the Prussian dude who drops by unexpectedly.
Just as she set the last pancake on the plate and put the plate of pancakes on the table, a red eyed albino walked into the house, a smirk on his face.
"Kesesese! The awesome me has arrived! Bow down!" He bellowed and Matthew face palmed.
Everyone looked over at the albino and sighed simultaneously.
"Hi Gil, Neha made some pancakes, would you like some?" Matthew asked, Gilbert just grinned.
"Of course! Why would I, the awesome Prussia, turn down pancakes? Pancakes are as awesome as me! Kesesese!" The Prussian proclaimed and Gilbird chirped happily.
Gilbird flew over to Kumajirou and landed on the bears head. Neha looked at Gilbert and just sighed.
She set the table neatly and laid out many napkins and grabbed 4 bottles of maple syrup.
She knew she was going to use a lot and she also knew Matthew was going to drown his in maple syrup also.
Tyler finally noticing Gilbert, he ran over and tackled hugged the Prussian to the ground.
Gilbert caught Tyler and steadied himself before they both feel over.
"Mein got! Why'd you tackle hug me Tyler?" Gilbert grunted, pushing the younger male off of him.
"Because! I have a very important question to ask you!" He exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement.
"And what would that be?" Gilbert questioned, raising an eyebrow curiously.
Alfred and Francis just laughed while Arthur, Neha, and Matthew sighed.
"Okay! So if Hitler was still alive, would he be partying in a red speedo and own a yacht?" Tyler looked at Gilbert with hopeful excited eyes.
The Prussian just laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck. "Um, sure, whatever you say kid…" Tyler gave a holler of joy and ran around.
Gilbert just grinned then spoke up, "Oh, Bernadine also told me that you and Neha need to meet up at your secret hideout place this Friday."
Tyler stopped and looked at Gilbert while Neha just nodded and said quietly, "Alright. We'll be there."
"HAHAHAHA! I, the young hero, shall tell everybody about this experience!" Tyler proclaimed. Neha just laughed nervously at her cousin.
"Um, I think Luna would brush it off and call you a 'Bloody wanker' or something along those lines." Tyler drooped a bit at that but then perked up again.
"A hero like me won't feel down from something like that!" Tyler grinned idiotically while Alfred gave a thumbs up in approval and Arthur facepalmed at both of their idiotic minds.
"Guys, we need to stop talking or the maple pancakes will get cold." Matthew said, at this everyone got to the table and started getting their food.
Kumanini sitting on Neha's lap, well because the bear wanted to be fed instead. Kumajirou ate his pancakes while sitting in his own chair and Matthew had to keep scolding the bear for making a mess.
Tyler, Alfred, and Gilbert dug in like ravenous wolves and had pancake bits and syrup on their face, which made both Arthur and Francis cringe.
It was a relatively normal Sunday morning. It usually is since it was a daily routine. Neha and Matthew mostly get visitors on Sundays, which they find odd.
So, thats our story about Maple Pancakes and Hitler...
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Leo: Well, thats all! My friend gave me the idea to put Hitler here and the red speedo. We were that bored in Financial Lit. But no, he does not have a fanfiction account on here, so until next time! And reviews are welcomed!
