Roadtrip?! Hetalia x Reader

16: Cooking with England

No one's POV:

After you all had come back from the beach, everyone was starting to get hungry. You had had some food at the beach with you, but not enough to fill fifteen countries' stomatch.

"I'm hungryyy!" America whined.

"We know it already! You have already said that like ten times or something!" China replied to America.

"Can we have pasta or pizza~?" Italy asked.

"Or Hamburgers!" America stated.

"Some beer and potatoes would be okay too" Germany added.

"And tomatoes~!" Spain joined and you rolled your eyes.

Just tomatoes? Without anything else? Well not suprising from Spain.

You thought and rolled your eyes.

England rubbed his temples.

"That's it! We're not going to eat hamburgers or pizza! I'm going to make some food! Some Healthy and real food for you" He said -shouted- and got up from the sofa, heading to the kitchen.

"Oh no~ You don't have to bother yourself, Angleterre. I'm sure that we'll find a better way to solve this" France said, also getting up, and started to lead England back to the sofa. Other countries nodded furiously.

"Yeah! We don't want to bother you Iggy! Here's like 15 of us, it will take a lot of time to cook for all of us!" America agreed.

"I can cook! You don't have to!" China said as started to walk to the kitchen.

"See? You don't have to~!" Italy said smiling.

"Maybe i can go to help China?" England suggested and Russia shook his head.

"I think that the kitchen is full now, it's a small kitchen after all, da?" Russia stated and Ig- England looked a little sad.

"It's because i can't cook, isn't it?" He asked.

"No! Of course not! Why would you think like that?" America said.

Romano rolled his eyes.

"Why do you lie to him? Someday he will probably poison someone with his food!" He stated and furrowed his eyebrows. Italy looked at his  brother and pouted.

"Fratello~ that was really mean thing to say!" He whined and Romano rolled his eyed.

"I'm not the one who doesn't let him in the kitchen, and don't tell why" He replied.

You pitied England who looked so sad that he didn't even start an argument, and that, if something, was alarming.

"C'mon England~! We're going to cook!" You said cheerfully, grabbed his hand and started to drag him to the kitchen.

"B-but-!" China started as you two passed him, but you silenced him with your glare. You turned to look at everyone.

"And everyone who is about to protest, can shut up now. Me and England will make the tastiest food ever, i'm sure of it!" You said and crossed your arms over your chest.

Countries sighed and rolled their eyes. America grabbed his phone and was about to call and order some food.

You glared daggers at him.

"America, no. You're not going to order take-out" You stated and he rolled his eyes and put his phone away.

You then dragged England away, to the kitchen, with you.