Hetalia One-Shots

USUK - Baking

A/N So for some reason I felt like writing something, as this just happened to be the result. If anyone has any ideas on how it can be improved, that would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

"Whatever to do?" Arthur said, looking carefully at his burnt dinner. He had been cooking his meal but had been distracted by the call of the book he had been reading recently, getting lost in the story of Sherlock Holmes. Contrary to what many people may believe, Arthur did actually have some cooking ability, though baking was more his style. He put on his oven gloves and reached carefully for the tray holding his failed dinner, pulling it out and tipping the charred food into the bin. He placed the tray on the side to be washed and opened the fridge to see if there was anything he could scavenge for a replacement dinner.

"Everything good, Artie?" came from the other room. Alfred had come over recently to spend time with his British boyfriend. Footsteps echoed down the corridor as Alfred appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, immediately laughing as he realised what had happened to the Brit's meal. Arthur turned to Alfred, frowning at his laughter. "You really are living up to the stereotype that British people can't cook, dude!"

"Shut up!" Arthur snapped, a blush rising across his face. "Now I don't have anything to eat for dinner!"

"Should have had McDonald's with me earlier," Alfred replied with a smile, "At least you can't burn a meal which was cooked for you."

"Don't be so cheeky. Maybe I shall have to forego dinner today," Arthur shook his head. Now what? Tea. He filled the kettle with water and set it to boil, grabbing a mug, teabag and milk from their various positions in the kitchen.

"You can't replace dinner with tea, Artie. Why don't we make cake instead? Baking is fun, and I can at least trust you to do that with some level of decency," Alfred suggested, coming up behind his boyfriend and wrapping his arms round his waist, pausing Arthur's tea making briefly, "Anyway, I'm hungry and I want cake."

"You can't berate me for replacing dinner with tea if you want to replace it with cake. In my opinion that's an even worse idea."

Alfred giggled, "But it's a tasty idea, and I like your baking, and I want to spend time with you!" He tightened his grip round Arthur's waist and Arthur could feel his resolve breaking. He turned in Alfred's hold, reaching up to wrap his arms round his neck. Arthur reached up and quickly pecked Alfred's lips, before giving in to the adorable puppy eyes that Alfred offered.

"Alright then, get the butter out." Arthur gave in, breaking from Alfred's hold to preheat the oven. He pulled a set of scales from the cupboard, weighing out the correct amount of sugar and butter once Alfred had pulled it out from the fridge. Arthur turned to grab the flour, failing to find it before spotting it beside Alfred on the counter. He reached out to take it, but Alfred got there first, picking up the box and reaching his hand inside, grinning. "Please no, dear. Don't do this." The grin on Alfred's face grew, following after Arthur as he backed away from the now flour covered hands.

Alfred lunged, thrusting his hands towards Arthur's blond hair. "Let's go, Artie!" he grinned. Arthur shrieked, ducking in an attempt to avoid the flour, but he was too slow. "How could you?" Arthur cried. He frowned in indignation as flour coated his carefully washed hair. In retaliation he snatched to box of flour off the counter, grabbing a handful and chucking it at his cheeky boyfriend, who's wide grin only grew wider as he realised Arthur was fighting back. Flour covered Alfred's clothing, and he decided that there was only one way to win this. Alfred tackled Arthur to the floor, and the flour on his clothing was quickly smeared across Arthur's as well.

"How dare you tackle a gentleman?" Arthur bristled, though the small smile and dusting of blush on his face dispelled any possibility that he was actually offended. He reached up and ruffled Alfred's hair, coating the fluffy mess of hair in flour too. His small smile grew into a smirk at Alfred's offended face. Arthur relished in his victory, before Alfred dropped his weight onto his chest.

Arthur struggled to push the weight on his body off. "You bastard, you're heavy!" Alfred giggled again, before laying a chaste kiss on Arthur's nose. The red on Arthur's face spread further as he returned the kiss. Alfred rolled to the side, off Arthur's body, then scooping him into his arms and carrying him into the living room, cake forgotten. "You bugger, put me down at once!" Arthur demanded, though the look on face showed he was not serious. Alfred collapsed onto the sofa, pulling the small Brit with him. Arthur sat up, looking down at the American laying on the sofa.

"Artieeeeeee, cuddle with me!" Alfred begged, trying to pull Arthur into his arms.

"You idiot, we need to tidy the kitchen!"

"We can do that later Art. Cuddles now." Alfred declared, successfully pulling Arthur down onto the sofa with him. Arthur tensed, still thinking of the mess the two had left in the kitchen, before deciding it could be dealt with later and relaxing into Alfred's hold. Exhaustion took over him as Alfred pulled him closer to his chest. He wrapped his arms round Alfred in turn and buried his face in his chest, closing his eyes. Alfred snuggled his face into Arthur's still flour coated hair, and at feeling Arthur's breathing even out, he closed his eyes as well, and the two boys fell into a comfortable sleep.