The Idiotic Adventures Of Anna Parker (Hetalia FanFic) (EDITING)

Kitchen, Destoyed

Don't own Hetalia

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Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! What the hell just happened! I walk to the kitchen, gripping my sides tightly. Hey, maybe I should look on the bright side of things. If I blow up the kitchen, that'll be off my bucket list!

Though, I would have to add it first...

"Hey unawesome one!" I look over at Gilbert with a pissed glare. He smriks. "What are you doing?" He asks, opening the kitchen door for me. Oh, what a gentlemen.

"Well, my mother said I have to learn how to cook for Alfred, but she doesn't know that he can cook for himself so he wouldn't end up dead with my crappy cooking." I explain, putting on the 'Kiss The Cook' apron.

He raises an eyebrow, studying me. "You cook fine, don't you?" He asks confused. "I make pasta and sandwiches fine, Gil, but I can really cook, I burn everything, besides water." I sigh, opening the cooking book that was place so neatly on the beautiful island.

"What are you planning on making then, unawesome one?" I shrug, looking through the stupid book. Chicken sounds to hard, along with any other meat... Maybe I can make a salad! "I'm not eating a freakin salad for dinner, dumbass."

I drop my head to the island, depressed. "I hate my life!" I cry. He rolls his eyes, coming to my side. He takes the book away from me, flipping through some pages. "Here," He puts the book in face, pointing at it, " Tacos are the easy to make, and I'll help you."

"You can't cook."

"Says you, the most unawesomest one here." He rolls his eyes again, taking the book away from me again. "Unawesomest isn't a word, dumbass!" I defend myself poorly. He smirks. "Where this stuff?" He point to the ingredients that we are suppose to use.

"I don't know, the fridge?" I point to it as I get a pan out and a can of beans. He stares at me for a moment. "Why is it when with you're with any other country, you act all kyapi kyapi*, but you talk to me, you're like 'May your children piss blood'?"

"Two things, one, I'm not kyapi kyapi, and two, I don't think 'may your children piss blood', it's just I'm more comfortable around you then anyone else, so I tend to let my inner bitch come out." I say, grabbing the taco shells.

He looks at me as I put the grease into the freakin pan and drop the shell. "Your inner bitch is unawesome." He says going to the fridge. He didn't say in a mean way, kinda softly.

"Is everything about me unawesome, Gilbert?" I ask, taking out the shell and putting in another.

"No, you have a nice ass."

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

~*~

"Ahh! Dinners finished! Mission complete!" I grin, stretching my arms to the sky. Gilbert smiles at me, looking at the many tacos (and one burrito, for me). "You did an..ok job." I give him a thumbs up.

"Thanks, Gil, I tried!" I smile largely as the door opens. Entering is my mother. "Tacos?" She sniffs the air, looking at Gilbert. "Did he help-"

"No, Ms. Parker, I kept her company." He lies, sending a smirk my way. I mouth 'Thank you'. Mother looks between us. "Now, you do know she has a boyfriend and it's rude to cheat-"

"Mom!" I laugh nervously as Gilbert scratches his cheek, uncomfortable. "We are just friends!"

"I said the same thing about your father to my previous boyfriend." She shakes her finger at us with a slight smile. "And look where we ended up!"