When Gilbert walked out of the kitchen huffing, Alfred turned around calling out after him. "Hey dude! What's up?" He stopped and eyed him for a moment, "Do you know where that one chick is?" "Oh you mean _? She's most likely in her room. Why?" Prussia scratched the back of his head and looked away, "West said I had to apologize to her. Pfft it's not my fault that she couldn't handle my awesomeness." Alfred fell back on the couch laughing himself to tears. Prussia stormed over to the couch, and leaned over it. "Hey what the fuck is so dammt funny!" America managed to stopped his laughter, "Dude! I'd be scared of you too if you came out of my oven with those blood red eyes of yours." He deadpanned, "But my eyes are awesome, All of me is awesome!" Alfred went back to laughing his butt off on the couch, as Gilbert went off to find _'s room.
There was a loud knocking at _'s door, "C-come in." Her voice was slightly muffled due becuase her face was burried within a pillow. The door opened and closed quietly as whoever it was made their way into the room, and took a seat next to her on her mattress. "So... what was all that about?" who ever it was, his voice was rather hoarse. She burried her face into her pillow more, "I-I-I..." His eyes narrowed, "You what?" _ peeked up from behind her pillow to finally see the face to the voice. "R-R-r-red e-e-yes." "Yeah, pretty awesome right?" He boasted, while she backed away from him slowly.
He realized that she was backing away from him, he spoke up, "Wait, your scared of me. Aren't you?" _ held on to her pillow abit tigher, "D-don't get m-me wrong, it's j-just that I d-don't know you." "Pfft, so your scared of strangers?" Prussia watched her closely as she gave a single nod. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into him. "Look, there's no need to be scared of me." Her grip on the pillow loosed, sure his red eyes were frightening, and he seemed to be full of himself, but there was just something about him that made her feel drawn to him.
There was a light tapping on the door, causing the two of them to break apart from eachother. Alfred opened the door, "Yo _, Britain wants to see ya." "Oh? A-alright, I'll be down in a minute." "Kay!" he close the door behind him. America leaned over the railing and yelled out, "HEY ARTHUR! _ SAYS SHE'LL BE DOWN IN A MOMENT!" "THERE IS NO NEED TO YELL YOU BLOODY GIT!" Arthur yelled back. She shuddered at the loud voices outside her door.
Afew moments later _ walked into the kitchen followed closely behind by a whistling Gilbert. Ludwig stuck out his arm stopping him, "Haben Sie entschuldigen?[1]" "Sorte von[2]" Gilbert smacked his arm away, and taking a seat at the table flipping through the pages of the cookbook.
"Ah miss _! We'll need you to cook something again for us, because we haven't gotten sufficient data that last go around." "Oh, alright. Is there anything inparticular?" _ asked. "We'll need Francis and Antonio here to make this place awesome!" "Not that tomato bastard!" Romano protested. "I will not have frog face here!" England protested as well. No one had any other protests, Ludwig snatched the book from his brother and handed it to _, "Vell you know vhat to do." With that Germany walked out of the kitchen doing his best to surpress an on coming headache. She flipped through the pages bookmarking "France Escargots a la Bourguignonne" and "Spain salpicon de Jamon"
[1] Did you apologize?
[2] sort of