Cooking Mama (Usuk Oneshot)

A/N: Hey guys! I saw a funny pictute with England and cooking Mama, so I wrote this. It's short but.. I hope you enjoy it!

I don't own Hetalia, or Cooking Mama.

"Perfect! Even better than Mama!"

England pumped a fist in the air.

"Yes! I told that bloody America I can cook!"

England jumped up from the armchair he had been sitting in, and set his phone on the coffee table.

He walked into the kitchen, and began pulling out pots and pans.

"I'll show him. If I can beat that idiotic game 500 times in a row, I'm sure I can cook for real!"

He muttered, as he pulled out baking soda. "After all, I've had so much practice now."

The British nation poured in flour and eggs, but stopped when he put in the baking soda.

"That can't be right.. I'll just add a bit more..."

He continued adding ingredients (missing a few here, adding too much there), until he had a thick batter with a ugly brown tint.

He started  shoveling the batter into a pan, in the shape of scones.

"There!" He said, pushing the pan into the oven. "Now I'll just make some tea while I wait.."

[Ten minutes later]

BOOM!!

England ran out of the kitchen, coughing and waving his hand around, trying to clear the black smoke from his vision.

His face was smeared black, and the fire alarm was blaring.

"England!"

America burst into the living room. He glanced at the black cloud hovering in the kitchen's doorway, and saw England sitting on the floor, wiping his eyes.

"You tried to cook again, didn't you?" America said, kneeling next to the smaller man.

"I-I.. Damn it all.."

"England, are you....crying??"

America touched his face, but England smacked his hands away.

"No! I just... Smoke got my eyes!" He stood up.

"I don't understand, I did so well on that stupid game!"

He walked into the kitchen to try and turn the alarm off.

America chuckled and stood up.

"Dude, you know that game is bs right?" He called.

"Shut up!"