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-Breakfast-
-FrUk-
Arthur had woken up early again, to see the still sleeping French male next to him as always. Usually, the Brit would wait for Francis to wake up and prepare the food, but not today. Today would be different, he would cook on his own for the other.
Well, Okay.
That was what he first thought... It wasn't really going well now.
Why did we say that? Perhaps because he was trying to make- Well, whatever it was- For the fifth time now. This caused him to let out an esasperated sigh, green eyes closing for a moment as he thought about all the times he had messed this up in the short 30 minutes he had been awake.
Then, Footsteps.
The brit cursed softly under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the mess he made of the kitchen, frowning.
"Bloody..." He started to say, until the others voice cut in,
"England?" The question was soft, warm, and surprising as the Ex-Empire had not been paying enough attention to hear the other make an entrance.
He took in a soft breath, looking towards Francis, Green orbs meeting blue, "What is it?"
"What happened in here?"
Yeah, that question was to be expected, "Er... Well..." Hesitation, "Since you cook for me everyday, I was trying to return the favor..." He admits, rubbing the back of his neck, this causes the other to laugh faintly, soft smile on his lips,
"You were~?" A tilt of his head, blonde hair bouncing with the soft movement, "You didn't have to worry about it, Arthur." A light chuckle again escapes fair lips,
"Let me handle it~"
-FrUk-
Arthur had woken up early again, to see the still sleeping French male next to him as always. Usually, the Brit would wait for Francis to wake up and prepare the food, but not today. Today would be different, he would cook on his own for the other.
Well, Okay.
That was what he first thought... It wasn't really going well now.
Why did we say that? Perhaps because he was trying to make- Well, whatever it was- For the fifth time now. This caused him to let out an esasperated sigh, green eyes closing for a moment as he thought about all the times he had messed this up in the short 30 minutes he had been awake.
Then, Footsteps.
The brit cursed softly under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the mess he made of the kitchen, frowning.
"Bloody..." He started to say, until the others voice cut in,
"England?" The question was soft, warm, and surprising as the Ex-Empire had not been paying enough attention to hear the other make an entrance.
He took in a soft breath, looking towards Francis, Green orbs meeting blue, "What is it?"
"What happened in here?"
Yeah, that question was to be expected, "Er... Well..." Hesitation, "Since you cook for me everyday, I was trying to return the favor..." He admits, rubbing the back of his neck, this causes the other to laugh faintly, soft smile on his lips,
"You were~?" A tilt of his head, blonde hair bouncing with the soft movement, "You didn't have to worry about it, Arthur." A light chuckle again escapes fair lips,
"Let me handle it~"
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