Cooking/ Baking:
"Hold on. I think we're short one egg."
"Huh? They were all there last time I checked!"
"The recipe calls for four eggs, we only have three here." Germany said, looking over the cook book, flipped open to a page with a recipe for Berlin King Cake.
"Oh, I thought we only needed three!" Italy said, and checked the fridge. "Uh oh…"
"What is it?"
"That's all the eggs we have, we're out!" Italy cried.
"What do you mean we're out, I bought a whole carton yesterday?" Germany put down the book and checked the fridge himself. Just like Italy had said- no eggs.
Italy chuckled nervously, "Umm, I might have… used up most of the eggs yesterday when I was making pasta…"
"You used up all the eggs? Italy, I told you, this is important; it's for my brother's birthday!"
"I know, I'm sorry Germany! I just really wanted pasta!" Italy hid his face in his hands.
Germany sighed and placed a hand on Italy's shoulder, "It's alright, I'll just run out and get more. In the meantime you stay here and prepare the other ingredients."
"Okay," Italy said and looked up, "What do I do?"
"Mix the ingredients on that counter into the butter. I'll be right back"
As Germany left to the store, Italy gathered the ingredients and mixed them into a bowl.
Germany arrived at the store, and entered the freezer section. He was about to pick up a carton of eggs when he got a phone call.
"Ve, Germany… was I supposed to mix all of the lemon peel into the batter? It seems like a lot.."
Germany sighed, "No, Italy, you weren't supposed to mix any of the lemon peel in yet! Just the ingredients on the counter I told you!"
"Ohh… Italy said, "But.. There's more than one counter, I didn't know which one you meant! I'm sorry, Germany!"
Germany sighed again. "It's okay, we'll just… have to do step two third…" He picked up the carton of eggs. "Just put the bowl of batter in the fridge until I get home."
Soon, Germany came home and walked in with the eggs.
Italy was sitting in the living room and reading a book. He looked up from the book as Germany came in the house, "You got the eggs, Germany! Can you fix the batter now?"
"Ja, I'm sure it'll be fine." Germany said, and opened the fridge. After a minute of looking around inside of it, he turned to Italy. "Italy, where did you put the batter? I can't seemed to find it anywhere in the fridge."
Italy looked up from his book, "F-fridge? I thought you told me to put it… in the freezer…"
Germany looked at Italy, "The freezer? Honestly Italy, how do you get the fridge confused with the freezer?"
He opened the freezer and pulled out the bowl of batter, with the wooden spoon sticking out. He placed it on the counter and tried to pull out the spoon, but couldn't. The batter was completely frozen. Germany looked through the cook book, trying to figure out what to do next.
Italy came into the kitchen and looked sadly at the bowl of batter. He poked it lightly, "Its frozen…" Germany sighed, and Italy burst into tears.
Germany put down the book and at Italy, "Italy, what's wrong?"
"I'm so sorry Germany!" Italy sobbed, "You just wanted to make a nice cake for your brother, but instead of helping, I messed it all up! I've never made fancy German cake before, and I ruined the batter, and you're probably really mad at me! I'm so sorry!"
Germany pulled Italy into his arms, "No, Italy, it's okay! Please don't cry, I'm not mad at you."
Italy looked up at Germany and sniffled, "You're not? But I used up all the eggs.."
"I could always buy more."
"And I mixed in the wrong ingredients…"
"All the ingredients were going to get mixed in eventually, the order won't affect the taste."
"I froze the batter…"
"All I have to do is heat it up. Really, Italy, Its okay."
Italy sniffled again and Germany wiped his tears. "Still… I'm sorry for messing up your cake. I don't know any of your recipes…"
"Don't worry about the cake or the recipes. I just like being able to bake with you."
Italy smiled and kissed Germany. "Ve, I like baking with you too~"
Germany smiled at Italy, "Come on, let's fix the batter."