I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia.
Alfred's Teenage Journey
By waterrain
Arthur ate a pancake without any hesitation for Alfred's food creations may look odd, but the taste of them were rather good and he looked at the American's waiting face.
"It tastes good, Alfred. May I have the rest of these pancakes?" Arthur asked calmly.
"Heh, Thanks and sure you can have the rest of them. Maybe you can cook me something one day and I'll try it cause you always try my heroic creations. I'm sure it will taste awesome." Alfred commented cheerfully.
"Sure, I'll make something for you tomorrow." Arthur said without thinking and after a moment swore to himself for he has never cooked any kind of food.
"Really? I'm sure it will taste awesome. See ya later, Arthur. My favorite Tv show will be coming on shortly and stuff."
Arthur watched as the blond haired American walked away. He turned around and groaned for what has he gotten himself into by saying 'I'll make something for you tomorrow', but cooking can't be that difficult.
"I'm going to cook for Alfred. Cooking shouldn't be that difficult since Alfred can make pretty good food." Arthur muttered to himself before heading inside of his home and headed towards the kitchen. Alfred had no idea on how he was somewhat responsible for Arthur suddenly deciding to cook. Scotland, Ireland, and Wales decided to go out for they had a feeling Arthur's attempt at cooking will fail.
"Hey, Peter come and try this it tastes good." Arthur said after trying a small piece of his cake before handing a slice to Peter. He watched as his younger brother quickly ate said cake before gagging and throwing it up.
"The cake was a lie!" Peter yelled out. He was coughing while running away and his taste buds felt as if they had been murdered. The cake had looked good, but it was a lie and the frosting had hidden the truth.
"Come back here! I need a taste tester! Peter, I'll pay you money!" Arthur called out after his younger brother.
"Screw that big eyebrows! I might end up dying before spending even a penny! Heck I would be dead before I got any freakin money! No amount of money is worth dying over your baking!" Peter screamed before running outside and he wondered why the heck big eyebrows suddenly decided to try making a cake.
"I guess baking a cake is not my strong suit. Oh, Well I'll try making a stew and hopefully Alfred will enjoy it." Arthur muttered to himself and ate more of his cake. "Honestly, I wonder why did Peter not enjoy this cake?"
Peter found Scotland, Ireland, and Wales at the park feeding the ducks bread.
"Arthur tried to poison me. The frosting on that cake fooled me." Peter informed his older brothers.
"I guess it is as we feared Arthur got his taste buds from dad." Scotland said causally and shook his head. "No matter what do not eat Arthur's cooking unless you want to possibly get food poisoning."
"Am I going to die?" Peter asked in horror and he started to cry, but Wales pinched his cheeks and looked at him.
"You are not going to die, but Your stomach will be upset." Wales stated firmly and he released Peter's cheeks. "No use in crying about it. Are you going to eat Arthur's cooking again?"
Peter shook his head and looked up at him.
"Thanks, Wales." Peter told him as he wiped his eyes. "There should have been a warning on that cake like warning toxic waste or something warning people against eating a slice of it."
Please Review and Thank You. What do you think will happen to Alfred?