Moments [Hetalia x Reader]

82. Burnt

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17. Burnt

"Hello?" (Y/n) spoke.

"Hey, (Y/n), do you mind, uh, joining us," America's voice came through her phone's speaker.

"What's happening this time?"

"Artie's cooking," he whispered urgently. "Save us."

"Wait, wait, I thought Francis banned him from cooking!"

"Frency pants went to buy wine."

"What about Matthew?"

"We tried stopping Artie, it didn't work."

"I'll be there in a few minutes then," (Y/n) sighed. She pressed the button to hang up before running her hand through her hair. If England was trying to cook, then surely something would go wrong. You see, the island nation was a disaster in the kitchen. Whenever he would try to cook for others, he would probably end up burning the house down.

As far as (Y/n) knew, his food was inedible but he could cook by himself if the food was only for himself which was weird but it probably had something to do with anxiety. Anyhow, if England was going to cook for them, she was sure at least something would be burnt if not the entire house would be on fire.

She should probably hurry, waiting too long would only result in disaster.

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Good news, the house wasn't razed to the ground yet. Bad news, that probably meant England was still cooking. (Y/n) didn't bother knocking on the door and instead just opened it. She wasn't sure what to expect when she walked in but what she saw looked just about right.

Canada was laying on the couch, looking like his soul had left him. America was pale and was sitting on a chair by the dining table. There was a ruckus in the kitchen that (Y/n) could hear which she assumed was England. There was also a trail of smoke floating out of the kitchen. Well, it could've been worse.

"(Y/n)! Thank goodness you're here!" America cried.

"Is Arthur in the kitchen?" she asked.

"Yup."

"Alright."

She let out a deep breath and headed into the kitchen. She waved her hand to keep the smoke away with little avail. She coughed a bit before taking a look at the disaster. Pots and pans were skewed everywhere, several packages were open and laying around, some burnt food was on plates, and England was in a pink apron.

"Arthur!" (Y/n) called.

The blond nation turned and faced her. He looked delighted. "Oh, (Y/n)! Have you come to join us?"

"Um, yes. Your food is burning," she said quickly.

"What?" England looked at his food that was in the pan and quickly tried to turn the heat off. (Y/n) coughed and went to open the windows to try to get some of the smoke out. When she went back into the kitchen, everything still looked the same, minus the smoke. The pan was taken off the heat and England was plating up the burnt food.

(Y/n) didn't want to try the food.

"So, Arthur," she unenthusiastically said, "what were you cooking?"

"Bacon and eggs, would you like some?" He held up a plate and offered it to her.

"No thanks. You know what? Why don't' you just... sit outside for a bit while I clean this up?"

Without waiting for an answer, (Y/n) unceremoniously pushed England out of the kitchen. He didn't protest much so she declared it safe. Wiping the sweat off her forehead, she began to get to work. Hopefully, she would be able to make some edible food later too.

End!

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