SMACK!
"Ow!" Canada retracted his arm and cradled his stinging hand. "What was that for?!" he demanded.
Prussia waved a wooden spoon at him threateningly. "I told you not to touched zhem until zhey're done!" She would have looked menacing if not for the pink apron.
Canada pouted and crossed his arms defensively. "How are they not done?! You let the dough sit in the fridge all night and finally got around to baking them! How are the… what's this again?"
"Pfeffernuesse."
"How's the pfeffernuesse not done yet?!"
"I'll let you know vhen they're done," Prussia retorted. Strangely, she was the one acting calm in this situation. Canada couldn't help it really… he had a sweet tooth. Prussia turned away to grab a bowl and, against his own will Canada's hand reached out to grab one of the cooling cookies.
SMACK!
"Owwww!"
"Out of zhe kitchen!"
"But- OW! Okay, okay!"
"Honestly…" Prussia muttered once he was out of earshot. All that was left was to pat the cookies in powdered sugar, but she'd definitely be making that silly man wait a few hours.
Dagnabbit, now I want pfeffernuesse.