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(*REREADS*: You don't have to say it. I have let you down with this chapter. I'm so sorry. I'll try to make it up to you, I promise!)

Prussia walked into the bedroom the next afternoon. Hungary was sitting up in her pajamas, watching a bad movie.

"Liz?" he ventured.

"This movie is terrible!" Hungary shouted. "It's making me angry just thinking about it!"

"You're not supposed to think about Speed, Liz. You're just supposed to enjoy the explosions."

Hungary 'hmph'd and sat back.

"Are you still upset about Feliks?"

"They were perfect!" Hungary cried. "We were having so much fun! Why'd he have to ruin it?"

"So call him and talk to him about it."

"You have no idea how girls work, do you?"

Prussia laughed and jumped on the bed, bouncing Hungary.

"WAH!" she yelped.

Prussia laughed and pinned her to the bed. He licked her cheek.

"EWW! Gil, ew, gross! Oh my God, get off me!"

"Cheer the fuck up, Princess!"

"You asshole!" she laughed. "Get off me!"

"Not until you promise to be in a good mood when Toni and Lovino get here!"

Hungary stopped struggling. "You already have another date?"

Prussia blew raspberries on Hungary's neck. "Promise!"

"Okay!" Hungary laughed. "Okay, I promise!"

"How do I look?" Hungary asked, twirling around.

Prussia appraised her flowing yellow skirt and her soft pink tank top. "Too many clothes," he said.

Hungary winked. "Does it help that I'm not wearing underwear?"

Prussia laughed and blushed. "A little, haha!"

Hungary squealed as Prussia tried to pull her into his lap.

"Gil, stop, haha! Stop, they'll be here any minute, you idiot!"

"Don't say stuff like that unless you're looking for an invasion!"

The doorbell rang and Hungary leapt up, blushing. "They're here! Quick, pretend you're cleaning or something!"

"They're not new," Prussia said. "They know I don't clean."

"Then… I'll pretend to clean and you go get them! That way we totally won't look desperate when they come in!"

"You're terrible at nonchalance," Prussia said. But he stood up and went to the door.

"Toni!" he cried when he saw his friend, grinning, on the porch. "Lovino, come in!"

"Gil!" Spain cried, arms full of paper grocery bags. "Long time no see! How's it going, buddy?"

"Can't complain! What's up, Lovino?"

Romano murmured into his grocery bags angrily. Spain laughed and ruffled his hair.

"Lovi, stop being so cute! Seriously!"

"Come on in guys! What's in the bags?"

Spain and Romano strode in. "We decided to surprise you and Liz!" Spain grinned. Hungary walked into the foyer, wiping imaginary dust off her hands.

"Surprise us? I thought we were going to dinner?"

Romano rolled his eyes. "You can't get quality food at any damn restaurants around here."

"We thought this might be more fun!"

Hungary's lips tightened. The point of going out to eat is not having to clean up after. Prussia grinned wide enough to compensate.

"That does sound fun! What's on the menu?"

"We thought we'd start with a simple tomato goat cheese bruschetta," Spain grinned.

"And then a potato primavera, because you bastards like potatoes, right?"

"And homemade seafood ravioli in a white pesto sauce!"

"And follow it up with tiramisu and a glass of Marsala."

Hungary swayed on her feet at the thought of so many dishes. Prussia threw his arm around her shoulder to steady her and he grinned.

"Wow, that sounds amazing! Would you mind teaching me a few things? Liz and West are always teasing me about how I can't cook anything."

Romano nodded curtly and went to the kitchen to set up. Spain elbowed Prussia happily.

"Just don't get in his way, eh, amigo? Lovi is so cute when he gets serious about cooking! He even broke my nose once!"

Spain followed Romano, leaving Prussia and Hungary in the foyer.

Hungary's eyes filled with tears. "G-Gil… the dishes!"

"I know, Liz."

"Th-the counters! The stove! The kitchen!"

Prussia pulled Hungary into a comforting hug. "We're gonna get through this. I promise."

"Why is this happening!"

Spain tossed a wooden spoon at Prussia's head. "Dude, catch!"

Prussia missed and it hit his ear. He laughed. "What am I doing with this?"

"Lovi's moving you to tiramisu duty."

"Was the bruschetta that bad?"

"It was an affront to God's very face," Romano called as he aired out the oven. Hungary frantically opened windows to let the smoke out and stared forlornly at the burnt pan.

"There's no way you can burn tiramisu," Spain grinned.

"What, is that a challenge?"

Spain and Prussia teased each other and laughed. Hungary turned nervously to Romano.

"So, um. How long have you been cooking?"

Romano glared at her. "Aren't we a little past small talk at this point?"

Hungary blushed. "Sorry, I guess I'm just a little nervous."

Romano sighed and stood up. "The tomato bastard says I have that effect on people."

Hungary blushed angrily and turned back to folding ravioli. She suddenly felt Romano's hands close around hers.

"It's like this," he murmured gently, showing her.

Hungary felt her face burn. She was going to explode from cute overload. That was going to be how she died, she just knew it. She decided to accept her fate and let Romano's blushing tsundereness move her hands. She bit her lip so she wouldn't squeal.

"I… I'm sorry," Romano said quietly. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"EEEEEEEEE!" Hungary shrieked. She wrapped her arms around Romano's neck and spun around. "Lovino, you are so cute! I love you!"

"Sh-shut up! I'm not cute, bastard! I'm not cute!"

Prussia and Spain looked up and laughed.

"You are cute, Roma!" Spain called. "Embrace it!"

"FUCK YOU!"

Suddenly, the fire alarm went off. Everyone looked at the screeching ceiling, then again at the empty oven. They looked at each other in confusion. Slowly, their eyes came to rest on the tiramisu in front of Prussia.

Prussia looked down at the flames and swore. "Sheisse! How the fuck did it catch fire!"

"Put it out!" Hungary screamed over the fire alarm. Spain covered Romano protectively.

Prussia fanned the flames. "It's not working!" he yelled.

Hungary got the fire extinguisher from under the kitchen sink. "MOVE!" she yelled.

Within seconds, the table was covered in white and the tiramisu was nothing but a wet bowl of soggy pudding. Hungary glared at her boyfriend and he smiled sheepishly.

Spain and Romano looked around. "Oh, my," Spain said, appraising the mess. "Would you look at the time?"

"I think Francis is expecting us," Romano chipped in.

"Call me, Gil!"

Spain and Romano ran out of the messy kitchen like an Italian army on the retreat. The door slammed.

Prussia and Hungary stood in the kitchen. She glared at him.

"What?" Prussia said. "Don't look at me like that. Stop it. It's not like this is my fault."

Hungary sprayed his face with the fire extinguisher.