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Translations at the end

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Changed that chapter due to FF-Guidelines. Sorry.

Re-written ans re-uploaded as C5 and 6

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"I DON'T WANNA! I won't eat salad!" Alfred complains while holding the plate away from him, eying the green, wobbly substance with disgust.

"You eat it when it's in a burger." Matthew plays the angel on in his shoulder once more but the blonde boy refuses to listen to him. Lalalalala~ can't hear him!

"NO WAY!" The blonde sticks his tongue out and wrinkles his nose as strongly as he can. Completely ignoring Peter's sighted comment regarding their rule of second helpings; Alfred decides that he will somehow manage to survive. If it means he has to eat salad first, he would rather starve! Even if it means he won't be able to eat some more of the super-extremely-amazing beef… But NO, he will not succumb to the temptation! Alfred's mind is set.

Being the trendsetter he is, he will ensure to motivate the other kids to boycott the lunch rules as well and they will start a hamburger-revolution at the day care! Let fast food take over the daily meals rather than plain and boring –Yuck! He doesn't even want to think the word- heal… healthy food.

"Okawari." A small, slightly darker skinned hand stretching out a plain plate makes his plans crash to the ground. Alfred glares at the boy and table palms. "Nani?" Kiku blinks at the blonde boy before he happily thanks Wendy in this weird language of his for handing him some more rice, minced meat and veggies. "Arigato gozaimasu."

"You don't get it, dude!" Alfred's head sinks down on the table in dismay once again. "No veggies!"

When he opens one eye to glance up at the situation once more, he finds the raven-haired boy quietly inspecting his food as if wondering why he shouldn't eat the green peppers. "Kiku likes peppers!" Matthew whispers from his side, causing Alfred to grump unhappily.

"And it's either peppers or salad. Your choice." Wendy adds his most-hated phrase at lunchtime, gently pushing his plate closer to him.

"NO!" Decidedly throwing his arms up in the air, Alfred puffs his cheeks and glares at the caretaker. Even knowing Wendy invested all morning for cooking the menu won't work! "Why is it that we need to eat veggies anyways? Salad's for rabbits!"

A gargling sound; almost sounding like a laughter, interrupts the child's grievance and Alfred glances over the see Francis munching on some baby cookie. Accusingly pointing at the boy, he complains how even the BABY gets to eat better shit than he does. Again, angel-Mattie whispers from Alfred's side to explain he had some carrot-potato puree before that. "So what?! But veggies…"

Before Alfred can continue declaring any more reasons as to why he shouldn't need to eat his greens, a loud "RUHE!" silences him. Not exactly knowing why he follows the little German boy's order, the six years old settles for demonstratively pushing the plate far away. Then he folds his arms and slouches down to glare at the green monster still sitting on it, wobbling creepily.

Kiku happily claps his hands together and bows over his empty plate. "Gochisosama deshita."

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Ludwig contently looks at the potatoes boiling in the hot water. Today's dinner will be Kartoffelstampf with Pfefferbeisser-saussages. Carefully watching the pot to ensure the water doesn't boil over so he wouldn't need to clean the stove, the young German forgets everything around him. Only a small hand tugging his t-shirt makes his concentrated gaze wander away from the pot.

"'Is that?" An auburn head leans over the pot. Ludwig quickly warns his friend not to get to close because the food is hot. "Oh." Feliciano backs away and the blonde boy proudly turns to face him.

"I'm cooking potatoes." The other child releases a sad veee-ing sound and eyes the wooden bread pieces sitting in the plastic pot.

"No pasta?"

"No." Because he needs to watch his food, Ludwig turns his back at Feliciano to continue tossing the toys with the small wooden spoon.

"Feli cook pasta?" The child doesn't seem to want to give up.

"No, potatoes."

"Pasta?"

"Potatoes." For some time, the other boy turns away to look for something else to play with. At least that is what Ludwig thinks. As the child instead starts flipping through the toy-food, returning with a hand full of plastic tomatoes.

"Feli cook pasta!" The child declares and places his collection next to the pot. Then the small, lightly tanned hand grabs the pot's handle.

Ludwig's eyes narrow. "Potatoes!" He firmly grips the other handle and pulls the pot to his chest, swinging his arms around the toy to assure Feliciano won't be able to steal it away from him.

"Cook together?" The little brown haired boy looks pretty convinced over his own idea, but Ludwig doesn't want to cook pasta.

Moreover, he doesn't know how they should manage to cook together with only one pan on the stove. "Listen, Feliciano. There is only one big pot. And I need it for my potatoes. You can't just boil pasta at the same time. That doesn't work." The child looks at him with his characteristically almost closed eyes and tilts his head.

"Why?" The simple question surprises Ludwig. Yeah, why again?

"Because… Mutti never cooks potatoes and pasta together. So it doesn't work." With this declaration, he seizes the pot by quickly pulling it away from Feliciano.

Blankly staring at his empty hands, it takes some time for the Italian child to realise Ludwig just stole the toy away to monopolize it. "PASTAAAaaa!" He starts crying loudly and fondles for the cooking tool.

"Kartoffeln!" Ludwig tires his best to defend his dinner.

The different voiced opinions turn into a shouting fight. "Pasta!" Feliciano whines and struggles to reach over Ludwig.

"Kartoffeln!" The later declares, blocking the other child's way.

"Pasta!" The Italian starts crying and the German replies with a shouted:

"Kartoffelknödel!"

"What are you guys fighting about?" Peter comes over to mentor between the fighting toddlers. Finding the stoic German tightly holding the pot, glaring at the smaller Feliciano who cries over wanting to cook pasta.

"I had it first!" He narrows his eyes and turns away. The caretaker looks from the pouting blonde to the sniffling brunette and decides the easiest way to settle the situation would be to offer an alternative, asking Feliciano if he wants to draw something instead

"I'm sure Ludwig will let you have the pot when he finished cooking." Taking the sniffling mess by the hand, the two trot towards the table. Ludwig contently relights the fire of the stove. It takes some time for potatoes to boil, so he thinks it would be best to put them on high fire.

Content over his win, the boy stirs in the pot when he quickly, just quickly glances over his shoulder to peek at the snuffling child sitting next to Peter.

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Peter gently pats little Feliciano's back and watches the boy's hand tightly grip around a yellow crayon. It's not hard to recognize the mass of yellow loops to be spaghetti. Even though the boy lost the fight, it doesn't seem like he forgot the reason why it even started.

When Peter hears some quick footsteps and realises the red handle slowly appearing behind the table board, the caretaker smiles. Watching the pouting boy struggle on his toes until he manages to place the pot on the table, he can hardly suppress the urge to poke Feliciano in the shoulder to show him the piece offering.

It takes some time until little Ludwig musters the courage to call out to his friend. "In case you still want to cook some pasta…" The blonde boy stutters quietly, while uncomfortably playing with the hem of his shirt when Feliciano finally turns towards him and beams at the German, making the later blush a deep shade of red before he runs off.

"!" The Italian squeals happily and turns to crawl off the chair. Before he trots away however, he turns to Peter once more and hands him the drawing. "For Peter!"

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A/N

Aww, Kiku *~* -There's always this one kid speaking in its own language which no one understands… ;)

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Sorry Alfred's POV is so short… :(

Had to change the chapter due to guidelines… I read them, but didn't make the connection listed in the review of a guest… ^^' Therefore the new version here.

Don't know if uploading the AmeRus some when later on is bending the rules; required I get a PM to do so. :P -But I would love to keep them…

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I'm still happy and open for requests for both; characters and puns; cute interactions and the like. However, please send them via PM.

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Translations:

Japanese:

Okawari = Seconds please

Nani? = What?

Arigato gozaimasu = Thank you very much

Gochisosama deshita = (similar to:) Thanks for the meal

German:

Ruhe = Silence