Peasant Pasta

139 11 3
                                    

Phantomhive Manor

------

Ciel: Damn it! Bard is sick and I! Am! Hungry!

Me: Use Sebby.

Ciel: I can't because SOMEONE *glares at Alois* sold him to Grell for a day.

Alois: *runs for his life*

Me: I CAN HELP!

Ciel: the only thing you can cook is Juice...

Me: *slap* NO! I'll get help!

Italy: *appears* GERMANY!

Ciel: I have a bad line with Italians...

England: *appears* GODDAMIT AMERICA!

Me: Hiya!

England: oh. It's you.

Ciel: STOP QUOTING GLADOS AND FEEEEEEED MEEEEEEE!

Me: what are you, twelve?

Ciel: *blushing* it's thirteen.

~one cooking later~

Italy: I made you PAAASTAAAA!!!

Ciel: *nibble* hmmm... It's good... For peasant pasta.

England: here! *hands Ciel burnt... Scones*

Ciel: *nibble* *spits it out* AACK! WATER!

England: I used all of the water to put out the fire.

Me: *facepalm*

Italy: Veeeeee!

Anime FailsWhere stories live. Discover now