I don't know why you guys put up with me. xD Ok, now let me explain for the lateness. First, I had a play that I was in that delayed it. Show went amazing, just to let you guys know. And after that it was finals week, so I was doing some mad studying for that. Did pretty well. Then after that I got lazy and played video games. xD Sorry guys.

Disclaimer: Don't own Hetalia.

I let out a groan of frustration as I peeked into Amaya's room. Still sleeping, what a surprise. You know… One of these days, I'm not going to be nice and wake her up. But today was not one of those days.

"Because I am the King!" She groaned, turning in her sleep slight. I rolled my eyes.

"Hey, Amaya, wake up." Nothing. Fine, we'll go with more drastic measures then.

"Wake up damn it!" I rolled, jamming my foot into her side.

"Uwaah! I think you broke my ribs! I'm going to die!" Amaya complained, grabbing her side.

"Freaken get up!" I yelled. Like I said, one of these days, I'm just not going to bother.

"Why?"

"You'll be late to class… again!" I yelled as I left the room.

"Dude… that Russia guy is staring at me." I mumbled from my seat next to America. He, England and I had grouped together for an assignment. I wanted to go join Germany and Italy, but America wouldn't have that. France wanted to join our trio. I wouldn't have that.

"Just don't look into his eyes. You may just turn into ice." America mumbled back, giving the large nation a weary glance. England let out a groan and I snorted.

"Dude, did you just cross Greek mythology with Russian ethnics?" I exclaimed, trying to hold my laughter in.

"You git!" England snapped. "Those two are no where near related. Medusa…" My mind trailed off as the bell that signified the beginning of a ten minute break rung. From the corner of my eye, I could see Italy madly waving at me. I smiled, and skipped over.

"¡Buenos días!" I said.

"Ve, Christel! I was talking to Doistu about having a big dinner with our foods!" He exclaimed excitedly. Our foods? Oh, he must of meant our cultures type of foods…

"That sounds awesome, Italia!" I responded. I looked eagerly to Germany for some type of confirmation that we were going to do this.

"Right. I wanted to ask you if you could go tell Japan about this that way he could prepare." Germany stated.

Japan? He was in the Asian class… Asian class? That meant-

"Miss Vietnam!" I yelled, suddenly. I flushed and grinned nervously when I noticed that I caught the attention of the class. "Heh heh… Right. No problamo… I'll go now." I said hesitantly, darting out of the class.

I nervously stood before the door that led into the Asian class. Sure, I ran all the way over here, but weren't Asians all like serious with their studies and stuff? Would they mind me barging in even though it was break? And why was I getting that sense of déjà vu? I sighed, and opened the door and nervously peeked my head in. There was Japan!

"Hey Japan, Germany want to if… Hi Miss Vietnam!" Yeah, so catching sight of my girl crush made me care less about my message. But who cares; it was Vietnam.

"Oh, hello Christel, looks like your friends is sick." Vietnam said, rubbing Amaya's back.

"Oh… Hi Amaya…" I mumbled, walking over to her desk.

"That's all I get?" She asked, lifting her head up to look at me. "A 'hi', boy am I loved!"

"Shush! What do you want me to do about it?" I grumbled.

"Pain killers! I need pills!" She cried, getting up from her seat to attach herself to my legs.

Why did everyone just assume that I keep stuff on my like some mom? I mean, yeah, I had pain killers with me, but it's not nice to just assume things like that! "Fine," I groaned, pulled the bottle out of my bag which Amaya greedily took.

"Do I get Fruit Snacks?"

I rolled my eyes and pulled a bag out. "Well, Japan, I had a message for you, but now I totally forgot it!"

Amaya had already run back to her desk, so I shrugged and made my way back to Vietnam.

"You two seem to have an… interesting relationship for friends." She commented, smiling.

"Yeah, when you're close like that you can be rude and mean no harm." I laughed.

Vietnam smiled and glanced at the clock. "The ten minutes are almost up, you should probably leave now if you don't want to be late."

"Oh! You're right! Thanks Miss Vietnam!" I said, making my way to the door. On my way out, I caught the tail end of a conversation about tea between that China dude and Amaya. "England's tea is better!" I yelled as I left the room.

"What'd you say?"

I sat with England and America at our usual lunch table. Iggy was still scolding America about earlier- or was it something new this time? Normally, I'd join in. But I felt a bit off today. I wanted to so something, but what?

"Christel! I challenge you to-" Amaya came yelling, dragging China with her when I interrupted her.

"I want to bake." I said, turning to her. First, she looked confused, then panicky.

"Yay! Free food!" America exclaimed, fist pumping the air.

"I'm out." Amaya said nervously, starting to back away.

"What's wrong?" England asked, looking lost.

"You'll find out." Amaya said, grabbing China and running way.

"You'll miss out on all the fun and free food!"

I hummed happily to myself as I put on the apron to keep my uniform from getting dirty. Luckily, the school had an area for cooking classes which gave me everything I needed to go my baking. Amaya ditched me though; she always claims I'm some sort of an "Angry Baker". Pft… Whatever. It was a lie. And I was

going to make cupcakes, which weren't a lie.

I starting mixing the flour and stuff to make the batter when I felt England's presence behind me.

"Here, let me help with-" I elbowed him in the gut and gave him a dirty look.

"I got this." I said lowly, glaring at him as he back off.

After…

"Dude, you're totally gonna let me have some of that batter right?" America exclaimed, breaking my 'bubble.'

"Damn it! Go away!" I yelled, throwing a nearby knife in his direction.

After that…

"Damn it! Get out of my kitchen!" I screamed, as America rushed to go join a bruised England in the corner farthest from me. I let out a deep breath and went back to stirring, when Amaya opened the door. Stupid flour didn't want to unclump…

"I'm sure my presence will calm her." I heard a French accent say lowly, and shuffling from America most likely. I tried to ignore it when I felt an arm wrap my waist and France lean it close.

"Mon amie, I am here to-"

"Amaya! You were right! This isn't fun!" America cried as I smacked France with the rolling pin. Repeatedly.

"I told you. I know Christel well enough to stay away from 'her kitchen'" Amaya laughed. "Je vous l'avais dit Flir-… je veux dire la France! It's fun being right!"

"How do we stop her?" England asked, cowering in the corner.

"I'd give it about another hour or so, until her baking is done I guess…" Amaya said, grabbing onto China's arm "That also means you don't have to prove yourself better than England today! ~"

"That's good aru." He said with a sigh. Prove himself? Ah, Amaya must have gotten butt hurt since England's tea is better.

"I don't feel very good…" Amaya whined.

"I would make you some nice tea, but I'm afraid of that aru." China said, looking over at me, I guess. Well, I was kind of standing on France, but it's his own fault!

"I understand…I wouldn't want to be in the same room as Christel when she is like this."

"Want to go for a walk around the school then?" China asked,

"Yeah, that sounds nice." Amaya.

"Take me with you!" America begged from the floor.

"Sorry, you had the chance to leave this nightmare earlier. But you refused." Amaya snapped.

"Wahh!" America soon joined England in the corner, bother cowering in fear.

"Let's go before she notices us here…" Amaya mumbled, heading for the door.

"You know, I'm right here! I can hear what you're saying!" I yelled, pouring the now smooth batter into a cupcake pan.

"Lies!"

I am not an angry baker guys. No idea where Amaya gets that idea from. D: Anyways, yeah! Go read her stuff! She's the real brains behind all this work!