Alstroemeria

Chapter 8

I try not to have too much swearing in my fan fiction so Lovino might be a little OOC! Let me know if you'd be okay with a bit of swearing for the sake of character! Also, DOUBLE UPDATE, YEAH!

-Marzia

         As the class settled the teacher began to speak.

   "Hello class! For those who don't know me" you could tell she was talking to you, the others seemed familiar with her, "my name is Mrs. Hopkins!"

   "Hello Mrs. Hopkins!" The whole class erupted, you were taken aback but managed to say 'Mrs. Hopkins' with your peers.

   "I thought we'd do a small contest! Just to see where your levels are at, and for those who have been here before, how you've improved! You can make any dish you please! You have an hour and a half! BEGIN COOKING, CHILDREN!"

         It amused you how she addressed you, as if you were kids. It did make sense, some of the people in that class acted more like innocent children than countries who are hundreds of years old. You were not one of them. You innocence was stolen long ago.

   "What d'ya' wanna make, kid? Your country got any sorts of dishes we could cook?" Turkey asked you.

         You pondered for a moment, Belvisida was founded in XXXX (1900 if your reading in 2020), it was a fairly new country and while it's culture ran deep your food culture wasn't special. Belvisidans enjoy cuisine from all over the world, the most Belvisidan thing you could think of was popcorn[1].

   "Not really, you?" You looked up at him[2].

   "Let's make şiş kebab with yogurt, it's an easy dish." From what you understood şiş kebab was a turkish kebab (no duh) and a popular street food.

        You and Turkey went to the large pantry at the back of the kitchen (think chopped) and grabbed the ingredients. When you got back you both began prepping. As you began to grill the meat you looked around. In front of you the italian brothers were tossing pizza dough, flour was everywhere. At China and America's counter you saw them making thick noodles, you suspected it was chow mein or another noodle dish. At your left you saw France and England making what looked like Boeuf Bourguignon, you only knew this since you made it once during a vacation in France. N. Italy caught your attention as he walked in between you and France's counters, heading for the pantry. His apron had a bright red tomato stain on it. Only then did you realized you forgot tomatoes. Looking at N. Italy he was collecting all the tomatoes that were left.

   "...Italy?" You went to call for S. Italy in front of you, to see if you could borrow some tomatoes. "South Italy?" You noticed S. Italy tense up[3], he turned around. He had flour on his nose, and you could admit he looked adorable.

   "...What-a do you-a want ragazza?" He didn't seem sure you were talking to him.

   "May I borrow some tomatoes?" You were being polite as possible. Turkey was grilling the beef and some peppers beside you.

   "Sure, ragazza." He gave you three tomatoes. "..Why did you-a call me 'South Italia'?"

   "That is your name, right? You represent South Italy, i just assumed... would you like me to call you something else?" You tilted your head slightly.

   "No, no..that's-a perfect. You could-a call me Lovino...if you-a want. But not-a Lovi!" He then muttered something about 'damn tomato bastard's nicknames'.

   "Sure." You nodded as you began to chop tomatoes. He returned to his pizza.

         With two minutes left you and Turkey were rushing to plate the kebabs. Turkey asked to call you by your human name, and you in turn could call him Sadik. You agreed.