Benevolent.

Pulchritudinous

You stood there on the corner of your kitchen tiles where it meets with the carpet floor, tapping your foot in impatience staring down at the French man who was sitting on the floor looking like a sad puppy.

It didn't help that Atalanta was sitting right next to him, already giving you her puppy eyes.

"S'il vous plaît! I know how important a kitchen is to a person, but I promise I will not or have not cause any damage!" Your eye twitched. While you were sleeping the french male decided to wake up early and make different pastries.

Unfortunately, one of his crème brûlée exploded in the oven, leading to him begging you to let him in the kitchen right now.

You looked down feeling the puppy pawing at your legs, then looking outside the large penthouse windows. You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose. "Apollo, can you please take Ata for a walk?"

"Can we come?!" Malaysia exclaimed, falling off the couch with an equally excited Philippines falling on top of him. You looked at the eager males then looked at Apollo leashing up the Australian Shepard.

"...Fine." They both cheered, quickly putting on their shoes. To be honest, they were starting to get sick of the constant bickering between America and well everyone.

"We promise not to lose Apollo!" Philp called out, already out the door with Malaysia in tow. Apollo smiled, running out the door with Ata to catch up with them.

Your eyes widened, rushing out to catch up with them. "Wait! I forgot to tell you something!" Out of the doorframe you look left and right to find them only to see the elevator door closing with them in it. "Aaaaaand they're gone. Crap."

Walking into the kitchen again you see Poland, Australia, Peru, and France sitting at your kitchen counter. "Since you guys are awake, want to help me prepare today's breakfast and list?"

Peru was about to say something but France's gasp overtook him. He pushed the peruvian out of the way, imaginative sparkles in his eyes. "You will let me in your kitchen?!"

"No, not just you alone, but with Peru and Australia." His eyes immediately dimmed. You turned to Poland, who looked down when he saw you turning to look at him.

"Poland, could you help me with making a grocery list?" You asked him softly. He slowly raised his head and hesitantly nodded.

You smiled at him, grabbing a piece of paper and two pens. "My parents are coming soon, either later today or tomorrow morning so I need to make a big meal for everyone."

"Y/N, what d'ya want us to make?" Australia asked, looking dumbfounded while the other two rushed around the kitchen preparing.

You thought while you hummed. Having to house so many people took a toll on your fridge. "Pancakes, maybe? I don't think there's a lot of ingredients to actually make something so that's our best bet." He nodded and went straight to cooking.

You pulled up your phone to look up good recipes. You scrolled through, occasionally showing the polish country some recipes you like.

As Poland fidgeted with his pen he heard your gasp and turned around, slowly turning his permanent frown into a smile.

There you were, seated right next to him, eyes excitingly twinkling with an astounded smile on your face.

To him, you looked quite pulchritudinous. He could practically feel the eagerness of what you were looking at radiate off you.

'She's really pretty," He thought, grinning to himself. His eyes widened before shaking away the blush forming on his face. "No, don't think that way, ty idioto! She's merely a friend."