"Oh! You look so CUTE! In that apron angleterre!'
England sighed.
France ran to one of his bags a pulled out another apron.
"England! Bid brother France would like to see in this one too" France said holding up a new apron
"YOU BROUGHT TWO APRONS!" England yelled
France sighed
"England don't be silly, I brought far more than two" France replied
"HOW MANY DID YOU BRING?" England half asked half screamed
"Well that's a strange question, well, I brought twelve of course" France said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Of course?" said a very baffled England
"Well why did you bring so many aprons in the first place, May I ask?"
"I thought that was obvious," France said
England glared at him.
"Ok, ok. Wow you've been giving me that look a lot recently," France said
"Well if you answered my questions properly and fully when I ask them then I would not have to give you any 'look' and if that happed then we would not have any problems, would we?" England replied
"I don't think I deserved that," France said sadly
"Trust me you did" England said coldly
"Do you want me to tell you why I brought all those aprons or not?" France asked
"I would like to here your explanation" England replied
"Wow, when you turned in to a girl I was worried that you would end up nagging me more but it turns out your just as much as a nag as you've always been, I guess just you being England means you've reached the nagging limit"
England glared at him.
"Ok, ok well obviously I brought them all so I could see which one suites you best" France said simply
"Oh" said England now seeing how obvious it was.
France smiled
"You look a little disappointed" France said
"Could it be you were expecting me to say something else?"
England blushed madly
"No! I was just worried you were going to say something perverted, you semi- ordinary response was just a relief," England stammered
France smiled again
"Are, you sure you didn't want me to say something perverted?"
"Absolutely not! I was just shocked you didn't and they only reason I ever would be disappointed which I am not! Would be because I would have lost my best excuse for hitting you" England yelled
France smiled yet again.
"Any way do you know where my brother is Frog?" asked England trying to change the conversation.
"Oh him? When I told him that I was going to make you try on aprons he said and I'm not joking he actually said this 'You and England can play dress up if you want but I'm out of here I'm going to the pub and getting a drink with a lot of alcohol God knows I need it with you two idiots living with me' and then he got up and walked out" France said
England sighed
"Brother of the year, you know I don't think my siblings care for me very much"
"That's not true they care about you a lot, this is just a big change for Scotland to adjust to so give him time to warm up" France said sincerely
"I'm the one that got turned in to a girl though," England grumbled
After that the two spent the next two hours trying on aprons until France found the perfect one.
"That one is perfect England" France said
France motioned to the frilly white apron that England had on
"It's perfect it's really simple but it really suits you! Right it's decided this is the apron you will wear to Italy's cooking class tomorrow!" France exclaimed
England sighed
"I really wish you hadn't signed me up for this cooking class"
"I wouldn't worry knowing Italy it's probably going to be all about pasta," France said
. . . . . . .
"Ciao every body my name's Feliciano Vargas and I'll be your cooking teacher all my classes will centre around the best food ever pasta!"
England's eyebrow twitched.
"I knew it," she thought
"Before I explain why it is the theme for my classes do you have any questions?"
England looked up deciding to take the opportunity to have Italy answer some thing she had always wondered.
She raised her hand.
"Mr Feliciano there is some thing I have always wanted to know, why do Italians love pasta so much when it was created in China"
Italy looked at her as if she had set fire to a house full of babies, puppies and kittens or as if she said Voldermorts name in a Harry Potter book.
"Well you see there was this and that and this and that and that thing this one time with the other thing" Italy stammered
England sighed.
"You know you don't have to give me an explanation, as long as you like some thing it doesn't really matter where it came from," England said with a kind smile
Italy blushed and smiled with tears in his eyes.
"Thank you"
"Well let get back to the lesson shall we, most people think now days you can just buy pasta at the store and put it in boiling water, but I'm going to teach you how to make pasta from scratch and once you have learnt that you can make all sorts of things such as spaghetti, ravioli and even lasagne." Italy said proudly
"But first lets start simple I want you to prepare normal store bought pasta"
The class went by smoothly after that for every one after that except for a British girl who's pasta had exploded three times caught fire four times and was looking kind of depressed so Italy decided to go help her
"How's it going over here?" Italy asked
England looked up and sighed.
"Not very well, I don't know what I'm doing wrong"
"Don't worry do you have a favourite food or drink" Italy asked
"Yes, I do I am very fond of tea" England said
Italy sighed.
'A British person likes tea why am I not surprised?' he thought
"Do you make your own tea?" Italy asked
"Yes, why?"
"Well that involves boiling water and this involves boiling water so just pretend your making tea" Italy said
"Oh, Ok" England replied
And with that the cooking lesson ran smoothly with Italy helping and chatting to England or 'Alice' as Italy thought she was just a normal human.
When the lesson was done England had some normal and most importantly edible plate of pasta.
"Wow they turned out quite well didn't they" said a very excited England
"Yes they did congratulations," said Italy
'There not really that special but it's cute to see her all excited like that' Italy thought.
"Hope to see you at tomorrow's lesson" he said
"You will thank you for every thing good bye"
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"So how did it go Italy" Germany asked in the hotel room
"Really well" Italy replied happily.
Germany sighed
"Well I'm not surprised if you took every thing as seriously as you took cooking you would be a force to be reckoned with" Germany said
"Forget about that Germany, I fell in love to day"
Germany sighed.
" You shouldn't do that Italy"
"Aren't you going to ask me her name?" Italy complained
Germany sighed again.
"Fine what's her name?"
Italy smiled
"Alice Kirtland"
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Well hope you have enjoyed the latest chapter please review and feel I hope stay tuned for my next chapters.
See you at chapter 8