Tino mumbled softly to himself as he was making some lunch for the smaller boy at the kitchen table. Peter sat there grumbling words under his breath and he played with two little figures and made them fight. He sighed, the smell of the Mac and cheese was making him nauseous. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stand there and mix the cheese into the pot. This ended up being not long.
"I-uh…I-I'll be back, Peter…" He mumbled softly before dashing out of the kitchen and straight to the bathroom. Peter stopped mid-play, staring at the door way his mother had just ran through. He huffed softly, his stomach growling softly. He was hungry bright/b now! And his mom had gotten a bad habit of just running off whenever the food was so close to being done. Peter hopped out of his seat; leaving his –action- figures (Tino always called them dolls!), and ran off to find his dad.
It didn't take long to find him, he was outside, cutting some fire wood, he always prepared for the winter once the winds started getting just a bit chilly (in this case, it was 55° F out, so the Swede was hacking away). Sealand huffed, jumping off the porch, running off to question his father.
"Paaaaaaaaaaa! Pa!" He ran up to him and stopped him just as his arms were about to swing down. Berwald stopped himself. And let the ax rest at his side.
"Wh't's wr'ng?" He looked down at the small boy, frowning slightly at the upset expression on Peter's face. Peter crossed his arms over his chest, trying to seem serious, and like a big man.
"Pa, why does Ma keep running while making my lunch! It's not fair! He doesn't run off when he's making his bown/b food!" His attempt at looking big and bad disappeared when he let himself pout and stomp his foot. Sweden chuckled softly at Sealand; he reached down and ruffled the other's short hair.
"Y'r Ma's j'st n't f'ling w'll. D'n't w'rry." Peter huffed in response, how was he not to worry? It'd become a habit for his mom to go dashing to the bathroom randomly. Not only was it annoying (Especially when he needed to use that very room!), but it was kind of worrying that his Ma had been doing it for more then a week, and usually more then once a day.
Sealand grumbled, making his way back to the house. He went back into the kitchen, tried peaking up into the pot with his food in it, but he could just barely see over the rim. He huffed, going and grabbing a chair and shoving it up against the stove, and getting on top of it. It looked like it just need a bit more mixing, and it was all his!
He nodded to himself and grabbed the spoon, almost stabbing it into the pot and started mixing it, grinning widely to himself. Tino came back; he was looking just a bit pale, but stopped in the doorway to watch the little boy at the stove attempt to stir the macaroni inside. He sighed softly, and quietly went to sit in the other seat that hadn't been touched.
Peter noticed his mom sit at the table and put his head on his arms with a soft sigh. He felt a little bad for the older man, he'd seemed like he was really sick for quite awhile. He knew no one could enjoy being ithat/i sick. He stopped stirring and got down to move the chair to the side to be able to reach and get him a bowl (he could tell the house must have been built for his dad, everything was so hard to reach!).
He thought for a minute and grabbed two, and set them on the counter, hopping off the chair and going over to his mom. He set his chin on the table and slumped over to reach the Fin's level of sight.
"You alright Ma? You don't look too good…Ya want some of the Mac and cheese?" Peter smiled, hoping the other wouldn't refuse the offer; after all he seemed kind of pale and hungry! Tino smiled softly and ruffled Sealand's hair.
"N-No thank you, Peter…I-It kind of makes Ma feel a little...sick." Peter pouted as the hand was removed. How could Mac and Cheese make banyone/b sick! It should be impossible! He huffed, shuffling back over, pouring himself some. He stopped and thought for a moment. Maybe if he added a few ithings/i his mom wouldn't get sick from it! He nodded to himself, running to the fridge, grabbing some mustard and Salmiakki (Tino kept his candy in there to kept it fresh), his mom would probably love it once he was done with his 'culinary' masterpiece!
The small country hopped back up onto the chair he'd been using, grabbing the mustard and squirting quite a lot into it, before mixing it in, adding pieces of Salmiakki as he continued. Once he was done with that, he took both back to the fridge and hunted for something else that his mom was always using. Chocolate sauce, yeah, the Fin loved that stuff! He grabbed it; running back and putting just a little in it and started mixing again.
Tino had turned his head away awhile ago, but was curious to what the small boy could possibly be doing. He just knew that Peter had been running back and forth from the fridge to the chair. He sighed, deciding to sit up and look, and within the second, he was presented with this…bowl of…things. It looked bad but oddly…it smelt damn good and appetizing.
"Uh…W-What's that you have there, Peter?" Said boy grinned widely, urging him to take the bowl, which he did.
"Mustard-Salmiakki-Chocolate-Mac-and-Cheese! I made it out of well…Stuff you like!" Tino nodded in agreement, slightly disgusted but yet again wanting to scarf down the entire bowl. Well, Peter obviously got his cooking skills from a certain Brit. He set the bowl on the table as the boy handed him a spoon. He smiled nervously, petting the boy's head a few times.
"T-Thank you Peter…T-That's…so sweet of you…" Peter nodded excitedly, running and pushing his chair back to the table and sitting with his own bowl. Tino sat staring at his food, wondering if he should eat or not, Peter sat and stared straight at his mom, wanting him to taste it. After a few minutes, the small boy frowned, flailing a hand at the Fin to grab his attention.
"H-Huh? Yes Peter?"
"Are you gunna try it or just let it get coooooooold!" He whined, making sure to give the Fin a big puppy-dog pout. Tino sighed, frowning deeply, he had no choice. It was either eat it, or risk hurting the poor boy's feelings. And he wasn't too fond of ever doing the latter. He nodded, picking up a spoonful, bravely putting it in his mouth. He blinked in surprise, the food actually…tasted pretty delicious. That was just a bit weird.
He shrugged, eating a few more spoonfuls, just to make sure his taste buds weren't lying. They really weren't, that was a bit of a shocker, considering all the things that'd been mixed into the food. He sighed, he was pretty hungry after his episode in the bathroom, so he kept eating it happily. He could feel Peter's wide grin as the other ate his own lunch.
AN:
Shut up, you know you want to try that Salmiakki-Mustard-Chocolate-Mac-and-cheese. Yeeeah. Go try it now.
By the way: If you find random 'i' '/i' 'sub' '/sub' in front of certain word/etc, PLEASE tell me exactly where in a review! Since these were originally typed up in a Deviantart format, in order to bold, italic, or makes words small, I had to put lettered codes in front of them. And since I usually only go back to fix little things here and there, I usually don't see them there. Most of the time, things in brackets will have the 'sub' '/sub' in front and at the end. But as I said, if you are reading ANY chapter/part, please tell me specifically where, so I may fix it and not confuse the living daylights out of the rest of the readers that have never been on Deviant art, and don't know the format system. e_e