I want school to be over… It's been three days and I'm already dying.

Well, this went… badly. *doesn't know how to bake*

Disclaimed.

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Day 21: Cooking/baking

"I'm hungry."

"Me too."

"We could make cookies."

Kiku looked up at Lukas from where he was lying draped over the back of the couch with Tama on his back. "What sort of cookies?"

"Chocolate?" Lukas suggested.

"Just a second… Okay, neko-chan, get down… Ow ow ow claws! Off!" The cat jumped off, and Kiku sat up. "Okay, cookies!"

"You're going to have to appease that little monster at some point, you know."

"Tama-chan isn't a little monster!" As if to prove his point, Tama purred.

Lukas sighed. "Even the cat is against me."

Kiku shrugged. "Cookies," he murmured, wandering off towards the kitchen.

The Norwegian shook his head and followed, shutting the door before Tama could enter. "No cats in the kitchen," he explained when Kiku shot him a look. "I don't like eating cat hair."

The Japanese nodded understandingly, walking to the cupboard and standing on tiptoes to pull the chocolate chips down. Lukas grabbed a baking tray and set the oven to heat up while they worked.

Kiku joined him, passing him the chocolate and cookie dough. Lukas accepted them happily and grabbed a bowl. Kiku set to work getting the tray ready.

"Lukas-kun?"

"Yes, Kiku?"

The Japanese raised an eyebrow. "Do we really need the entire bag of chocolate chips?"

"Of course, kjære."

"There are two of us, Ai, not fifty." Kiku sighed. "You have a problem."

Lukas chuckled. "To the contrary. It's to satisfy your sweet tooth, not mine."

"Oh, really?" Kiku rested a hand on his hip. "So you're saying I have a problem?"

"…I never said that."

"Good boy." Kiku had him well trained indeed. "Now then, shall we?"

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About an hour later, the cookies were in the oven and both nations had managed to get dough in their hair following a not-quite argument over chocolate. Kiku sighed, leaning back against the counter and picking dough out of his hair. "That was fun."

"It was, wasn't it?" Lukas agreed, joining him. "Although I hope there isn't a meeting we forgot about…"

Kiku's eyes widened, and he pulled out his phone. "…Shit."

"There was, wasn't there."

"Hai."

"Germany will kill us," Lukas predicted.

Kiku smiled. "I'll make something up. I'm good at that." He frowned. "So he'll kill you."

"Kjære. Tell me you're kidding."

"Mostly."

Lukas sighed. "What now?"

The Japanese sighed. "I'm going to take a shower and get the dough out of my hair. You can wait for the cookies to be done. We can brainstorm separately."

"I need a shower too."

Kiku hummed thoughtfully. "Then we can both wait for the cookies to be done and shower afterwards."

"…We only have one shower, kjære."

"Yes, and…?"

Lukas raised an eyebrow. "Are you implying what I think you're implying?"

"Perhaps."

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Short again. In other news:

KIKU YOU'RE DOING IT AGAIN. I wish I had someone wrapped as thoroughly around my fingers as he has Lukas…

Kiku: It's because people keep shipping me. I have a lot of practice.

Oh, right. I keep forgetting. Next up: In battle, side-by-side. Hm, mafia or AU?

See ya~!

-Bird