Okay, I know it's been a while. I won't tell you why, because I honestly don't think you care.

My ownership status of Hetalia: Not owned. YET.

Third Person P.O.V.

Acadia was lying in the bed the nations provided her, reading. That book of Dragon Tales she found in her bookcase made her ecstatic. Legend, her stuffed dragon friend, was on her bedside table, staring her down. She glanced up at him and giggled. "You know, no one's watching. You can stop pretending."

The purple dragon blinked and shimmered. He grew and his cloth scales hardened. The dragon slimmed down and stretched. "I thought you'd never say that, I think my butt's numb." He flapped his wings and sat on her head. "so, dragon tales, eh?"

"Yes, they are pretty interesting. Except the ones about the knights." Legend visibly shuttered. "I know. That time period. The one that forced you guys into hiding."

"Those dragon's were rouges, never obeying the code."

Acadia frowned, deep in thought. The arrogant knight stories always annoyed her. She closed the book and placed it on the floor beside her bed. "G' night, Legend." She placed her head on her pillow. Acadia allowed the events of her... interesting... day play over in her head, soon slipping off into the bizarre place called her subconscious.

Break.

Acadia woke up and yawned. Surprised by the 7:00 that was displayed on her clock, she tried to fall back asleep. But it was to late, her body was itching to get away from dreamland. She got out of the bed and nudged Legend. He growled and curled up into a tighter ball. Acadia smiled at the adorableness that was her dragon. She got out of the bed and walked out the door.

Immediately, the girl wished she didn't.

An smell hit her sensitive nostrils, and she covered her nose with her hand. The smell was... odd. If that's how you would describe it.

Acadia followed the smell to the kitchen to find... England.

COOKING.

Normally, a girl with any sense would run in the opposite direction, screaming. But Acadia was different. Her stupidity made her walk up behind him and peek over the Englishman's shoulder. "Whatchya doin'~!" She asked, in that annoying little sister tone.

England flinched with the sudden voice behind him. Seeing it was Acadia, he smiled. "Oh, hello, dear. I was making scrambled eggs, but, now..." he held up the skillet, which had this crusty black stuff on the bottom.

Acadia, being a... different... girl, just smiled. "Ehh, don't sweat it, Igiri. I have the same problem. HEY! If we combine our cooking skills, maybe we can make something edible!"

England shrugged and quickly washed the skillet. He placed it on the burner, took out the egg carton, and nodded to Acadia.

What a train wreck this will turn out to be.

Break.

It was only ten minutes before somebody discovered what major problems were occurring in the kitchen. It was Morgan and Tabby, still rubbing sleep from their eyes. But when they saw IT, they stopped dead in her tracks.

"Umm..." Morgan cautiously began, "England, are you making breakfast...?"

"Acadia, are you helping...?"

The two awful cooks turned and smiled at the poor children. "Yes~!" they simultaneously answered, seeming proud of themselves.

Amber sighed and grabbed Acadia. But the taller girl just pushed her away. "You can't stop me!" she sneered.

But the girl deviously smiled. "No, I can't. But I know who can!" She then ran out of the room, leaving a poor Morgan alone with two 'chefs.' She cursed in Italian under her breath.

Acadia, feeling successful, attempted to scrape some 'eggs' onto a plate. England cracked another and let it sizzle. Before they could mess up this poor culinary item, strong arms rapped around both their wastes.

"Cadi!/!" Al's voice hissed in the shorter girl's ear. Acadia squirmed, but Alyssa just picked her up and flung her over her shoulder. Pounding on her back, the murderer of eggs was carried down the hall and thrown into a closet. America threw England in right after, and the two were locked in the dark closet.

Acadia jumped up and banged on the door. "This ain't fair!/!" she shouted.

England, the grammar nazi, interjected. "This is not fair."

The girl shot him a glare. But he didn't see.

It's dark in the closet.

Realizing that there was no way of escape, Acadia slumped to the floor. She sniffed the air and smiled. "We really messed up, huh?"

England chuckled. "I would say we did. What made us think we could actually make something?"

"I dunno. But I bet they are throwing away every last bit of it right now."

"Bet? I know!" Then he laughed his Englishman laugh, Acadia right along with him.

After about a half hour of sitting in that closet, the two were finally let out by America. The awful smell of burning eggs was replaced by the amazing smell of waffles. Acadia skipped in the kitchen, grinning like an idiot. She was shot a few glares from her annoyed friends, but she brushed them off.

Annoying people is quite enjoyable, Acadia finds. Especially when it involves cooking~

She grabbed a plate and some waffles and sat downtown dig in. When the the girl was about to take a bite, an annoying American spoke up with a mouthful of food. "mlurf mmmph mmmhmmm mlarf!/!"

England rolled his eyes. "Swallow and say that again, Git..."

America did as he was told. Then he said, "we should have a party!/!"

A variety of reactions from a variety of people. Acadia shouted, "Why!/?" It's not that the girl doesn't like parties, it's more like parties don't like her. Large crowds get Acaida nervous, resulting in a variety of problems.

"You girls barely know anyone! Well, actually it's more like they don't know you. Either way, PARTY AT THE HOUSE!/!/!"

Acadia sweatdropped. This... May possibly fun...? Jeez, she sure hopes so.

God help me...

Took a long time to write this... But here we are! Send in suggestions through reviews if you have any~! Oh, and I think I'm going to let in OC's... Somehow. I'll find a way to make it work. NO MORE THAN THREE MORE. I AM NOT WILLING TO GO OVER!

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