Ch23

Hoffnungen fell asleep crying from her heart which she didn't know why was in so much pain. She had the dream from years ago about flying green things that held music from her sister, and betraying Austria... Betraying Austria... Was that what was wrong with her? "Why the hell am I waking up so god damned early?" She walked out to the hallway. She saw America walk to the kitchen and she followed. "What are you doing?"

America smiled and pat her head. "Making breakfast!" Then Canada ran into the room almost falling over.

"No! We are NOT having Hamburgers for breakfast!"

Hoffnungen walked over to the stove "Why don't you Ass-hats shut up. Or at least go somewhere else!"

Canada looks at the girl in amazement. "Wait... You can cook?"

Hoffnungen nodded. "Yup. I read many cook books one night so I could try to be a better maid for Austria... But I never got to test out my skills..."

America and Canada were surprised. They didn't know she could cook! This was amazing! "Th-that's amazing, Hoffnungen!"

And the girl shrugged. "I know. Just go somewhere so that I can concentrate and not have to worry aboot you guys starting a fire."

The two men both left and Hoffnungen got to work. "So... What should I make?" She had memorized so many recipes and different foods. It was hard to choose!

About two hours later, she came out of the kitchen. There were scrapes and burns from fingertip to neck, but she stayed in the kitchen until she perfected her two dishes. America wasn;t sure what to thik of her appearance. "Umm... Are you okay? You seem to be hurt really badly..."

She nodded to show that she was alright. "Don't worry aboot me... I'm just fine!"

Canada nodded and slowly took one of the round, blue spotted things. It tasted like angels had cooked the holy pancake drizzled with only the finest Canadian maple syrup in the world. "What is this? This is amazing!"

Hoffnungen smiled and began to sit on the couch in between the two. "I'm glad you like them. There blueberry scones"

Canada was about to pick up another when he finally realized what she said. "Nice joke! What are these?"

Hoffnungen picked up a piece of food from the other plate. It was pretty much a free for all. "Umm... Scones... These are scones..."

Canada nearly choked and Hoffnungen threw what food she had in her hand behind her to try to help him. The food landed on America's leg and he picked it up. "What's this?" Hoffnungen was busy trying to get the scone out of Canada's throat. America figured that Hoffnungen was helping him and that since he wouldn't know what he was suppose to do, it would be better not to help. He took a bite from the bread like thing and found that it wasn't only bread. "This is delicious! What is it?!"

Hoffnungen finally saved Canada and looked at the American. "Oh... That's Pirozhki!"

America's face turned from delight to confusion. "W-Where's this from?"

"Russia. Why?"

America spit the Pirozhki from his mouth and smashed it into the plate. "Russia? Why that Commie Bastard!"

Hoffnungen looked at the smashed plate and sighed. "What the hell is wrong with Russia?"

"H-He's a fucking Commie! Whats wrong with Russia... Sheesh!"

Hoffnungen picked up the plate with the Pirozhki, Grabbed America's face and forced his jaw open, and shoved a Pirozhki in his mouth. "So there's something wrong with Mother Russia, Huh? Well to let you know, Besides Germany and Austria, Russia has the most people living on this god damned island, so I would shut that little death wish of yours before you offend me again..."

"W-Wait! Y-You're Russian?! I-I'm so extremely sorry! I d-didn't mean to o-offend you!"

Canada coughed out what scones left in his mouth before turning head towards his brother. "You idiot... Why can't you just face the fact that you offend everyone?"

Hoffnungen looked at the Canadian. "And you think what you just said isn't offensive to him?"