I was locked in the car in the rain for about an hour and it gave me time to plan fanfiction. I'm sorry this took so long, I'm trying to get used to writing for Germany and Belarus (because Spamano is easier to write) Thankyou for reading an reviewing and such ^_^

Ludwig had managed to escape talking to his frankly insane brother when there was an outraged shriek from one of the cars, apparently Arthur didn't want to travel in the same car as Francis. Ludwig wasn't sure why on earth those two argued and he didn't waste any more time pondering as he dived into the same car as Roderich. He decided against running into the same car Feliciano was in because he was being nosy too.

What Ludwig hadn't factored in was the conversation he would have with his cousin who was also sharing a car with Arthur, Mathias and Francis. The conversation drifted to cooking, Ludwig liked cooking and he prided himself on some of the things he could bake however this cooking conversation turned sour the moment Arthur's culinary skills came into question thanks to Francis.

"My scones are delicious!" Arthur exclaimed folding his arms and hitting Francis with a glare that dared him to say otherwise, apparently the dare worked.

"Your scones taste bland and disgusting" Francis replied with a grin, Ludwig knew how this would end, it would end the way all of Arthur and Francis' arguments ended, in either tears or swearing.

"My Mum gave me that recipe!" Arthur spat furiously

"Your Mother was a lovely woman, but her cooking was almost as bad as yours" Francis retorted

Arthur attempted to slap at Francis from his seat next to Mathias, Francis followed suit and the pair of them were a squabbling mess on the back seat as the unfortunate Dane grimaced and did his best to stay out of reach.

Ludwig decided that his time would be better spent looking out of the window, he knew that trying to wade into the argument going on in the back of the car was a lost cause at best and a death wish at worst. The car journey was over more quickly than he thought it would have been and by the looks of things everyone was about ready to collapse. They made their way back up to the yurt.

The group fell asleep almost immediately, Ludwig hadn't even noticed he'd gone to sleep until he felt Arthur shaking him awake. Arthur seemed to have taken it upon himself to take on the parental role and was informing them that he'd cooked dinner and that they were expected to eat it. Ludwig dragged himself out of bed, he was usually very good at waking up of a morning but this was the early evening and he wasn't used to sleeping during the day.

He stepped out into the sunlight. Mathias was rubbing the dust from his eyes, Feliciano, Marcello and Lovino (who were all used to sleeping during the day) looked about ready to kill someone and Francis was looking a little green.

"Are you okay?" Ludwig asked

Francis pulled a face "Arthur made dinner, nothing will be okay for the next fortnight!"

Gilbert appeared behind Francis and grimly nodded in affirmation, he was a drinking buddy of Arthur and could remember one of his 'fry ups' from the morning after one of their adventures.

Dinner was an unmitigated disaster, Marcello was the first to go, the teenager hadn't heard the rumours about the Englishman's cookery and had only ever ate his brothers cooking before. Francis had built up a resistance from knowing Arthur and his family from childhood. After Marcello left the table things took a negative turn and eventually the dinner table was empty apart from Arthur who was wondering why he was left alone.

Ludwig managed to stagger back towards the kitchen to help Arthur clean up, he didn't think he could just leave the man, not every one shared his sentiments and he was convinced that his brother had left through a window.

"I'll help you clean" Ludwig stated, leading the way to the kitchen.

Arthur grumbled a little as he hurried after him "I don't need any help, I made the mess and I'll clean it up"

And then Ludwig saw the state the kitchen was in, flour had managed to go everywhere, sauce splattered every available surface and he didn't even want to go into the insane amount of washing up that was piled up beside the sink.

"You can't clean this alone" Ludwig stated his eyes widening at the sight of the kitchen before him.

Arthur frowned "I made it on my own"

The pair had started to clean when Lovino poked his head around the door "Oi, Bastard"

both men turned around "Not you, Bastard, Eyebrows there" Lovino added.

Arthur heaved a sigh "I'll help when I come back" he followed Lovino out of the door.

Ludwig looked at the scene of devastation that surrounded him, he let out a low groan and picked up a cloth, washing the dishes would be a good start and then he could get the walls, the surfaces and OH GOD! The ceiling? What had Arthur done?

Natalia and Yong Soo arrived back home, they'd gone to Raivis' house to kill a few hours. She liked the kid, he was a few years younger than she was but he shared her interest in the supernatural along with her taste in books, needless to say Yong Soo had got bored out of his mind while waiting for them to stop talking about ghost ships.

Yong Soo automatically made his way to the kitchen, Natalia wondered how he still had room to eat after the amount Yao fed him every day. He threw the door open and froze "Wow" he murmured

Natalia caught up to him and saw what was left of the kitchen "Fuck" she whispered to herself, and right in the centre of the room scrubbing the floor furiously was one of the men from that morning. She remembered him briefly as a serious person who was a bit red at times. "What happened here?" she asked, her sister was mild mannered most of the time but Natalia doubted that even the sweet natured Katyusha could forgive the state the kitchen was in.

"A member of our party cooked dinner, he'll be back shortly" the man replied, judging by the accent he was German or from around that sort of area.

Natalia picked up a cloth and set to work scrubbing a surface, she wasn't doing it for him, she was doing it so that she wouldn't have to re-do it later.

Yong Soo frowned for a few moments before rolling his eyes and half heartedly rubbing the counter with a cloth.