Once again I was waken up with a jolt, my hands were shaking really badly. I immediately grabbed my right arm hoping it was still there, It was luckily still intact. I frantically reached for my neck and my fingers dug through the skin of my neck, leaving marks, my head was still attached. I let out a sigh of relief, "That was scary to say the least," soon Britain knocked on my door telling me to get ready.
"Welp I can't avoid not going to France's place, I'll have to find a way around it," I thought to myself as both my foot touch the ground. I stretched out my arms and arched my back, hearing my spine make a cracking noise. After getting ready I headed down for breakfast, my plate of food was right in front of me, I had definitely lost my appetite after the whole ordeal with France. Having diagnosed with anxiety sucks, I became anxious that the fish and chips in front of me were made out of someone's body parts. I felt a little sick and placed both my hands on my mouth, I could feel the color drain out of my face.
"(Y/N) are you okay? You look sick, do you need an ambulance? I'll be happy to help you, we should get you to France quick so he can see whats wrong with you, do you-"
"Britain slow down! I'm fine," I removed my hands and glanced at him.
"I just.. don't feel hungry,"
"You'll get sick if you don't eat anything!" He said as he cupped my cheeks and stared immensely into my eyes. I could feel my face heat up as I grabbed his hands and pushed them away. "I'll be fine,"
I stood up from my seat and walked to the front door, Britain soon followed sneaking worried glances at me.
When we arrived at France's place I was immediately hit with a wave of nausea. What was up with me today? Get over it!
We walked up the stairs and France burst out of the door and tackled Britain in a hug.
I forced a smile on my face, by far this was one of the hardest endings I have to prevent and my nausea today wasn't helping at all.
After Britain managed to push France away he finally spoke, "Well, (Y/N) I'll pick you up later today so I mustn't keep the other waiting, I bid you farewell and thank you France for offering to help,"
He soon climbed in his car and drove off until I couldn't see his car anymore. France smiles at me, I forced a smile back.
"Well (Y/N) shall we go inside?" France gestured me at his front door and I reluctantly go inside. And like before I was hit with a wave of aroma, it smelled like pastries of course. I started to feel sick all over again but hid my uncomfortableness, "Mmm what is this amazing smell?" Truth was I didn't want to hurt his feelings, if the pastries weren't made of literal human body parts I would've enjoyed eating them.
"Oh those are my pastries! Come, I'll let you try some!" France grabbed my sleeve and pulled me towards the kitchen. My anxiety triggered and I smacked France's hand away without thinking, he turned to look at me with a sad expression.
"I-I uhm s-Sorry I didn't mean to I'm just not very hungry today, I'm a bit sleep deprived," I stammer.
France looked at me once again with a face full of compassion, "oh that's fine! You'll be here for the whole day so I'm sure you'll get a chance to taste my pastries," he said with a heavy French accent. I always thought of French accents as fancy,
"I have quite a few guest rooms in my house considering how oversized it is, I'll let you have one for today," He lead me to a fancy door and pushed it. Inside was a pretty fancy room to say the least, "you must really like fancy things," I stared in awe. "Yes indeed I do!"
"Well I'll gonna go rest now if you don't mind,"
"Oh not at all! I'll be in the kitchen if you need me,"
France backed away and closed the door behind him, I plopped down on the bed. Finally some alone time, I don't have to be anxious about accidentally eating a pastry. I sigh and lay on my back staring at the ceiling and soon I felt drowsy due to my lack of sleep and eventually dozed off.
(———)
My eyes fluttered open as I was waken up by sounds coming from outside my room. I glance over to the clock, it seemed as if I had been sleeping for a good 3 hours. I sigh and get off my bed, as I walked closer to the door I could hear faint sounds of sobbing.
I quietly open the door and hide behind a pillar in the living room where I could see a view of the kitchen. To my surprise I saw France crying and talking to himself, "Why can't I make a proper pastry?" He sobbed. "I just can't.. what will people think of me when the secret is out.." he continued to sob.
I saw on the counter a bunch of ingredients, there was a trash can nearby filled to the brim with pastries. "Wait is France crying because he can't make an actual pastry?" I thought.
I decided to get a closer look and moved forward a little, unfortunately the floor boards made a creaking noise as I walked over. France's head shot backwards and came face to face with me, his eyes red from all the crying with tears streaming down his face.
"Ah, I-I," He said as he wiped the tears off his face.
"I can explain I was just rehearsing for my play it's nothing reall-"
"France," I walked in front of him and looked him right in the eye, "Let's bake something together,"
"Wait wha- I can't! I-"
Before he could say anything I dragged him over to the counter where all the ingredients lay. I lifted up a few pieces of papers that were on the counter. It was the recipes, "These are pretty complicated but it's just what I would expect out of French pastries,"
I grab the bowl and the other necessary tools to make the pastries. I lifted the spatula on the table and pointed it at France, "You're going to help me bake these pastries!"
"But I cant really..."
"Don't worry, at least we'll have fun!"
I start by reading the recipes out loud and trying my best to follow the instructions.
I started to prepare the filling by whisking icing sugar and ground almonds while France took out the refrigerated egg whites. I ended up accidentally spilling everything on the counter, "Whoops," I nervously laughed. "Have you ever made pastries before?" He chuckled, "I have but not as fancy as these ones and besides I'm clumsy," I smiled at him. His face turned beet red as he chuckled and smiled at me, he went over and cleaned up all the mixtures I spilled.
Then he prepared some more of the ingredients, "here we do it like this," he grabbed both of my hands and stood behind me as he whisked the mixture. My hand were following his movements, it was fun to say the least and I learned a few things. We laughed together as we baked, and eventually popped the batch of pastries in the oven to bake.
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"Phew, can't wait to see how the pastries come out," I wiped my sweat off my forehead.
France was in the corner with his hands gripping his neck tightly, he noticed I was looking at him so he forced a smile at me.
I just realized that what we did was how couples usually cook together, I blushed furiously at the fact. I covered my face with my hands, just then I heard a ding! The pastries were done. I grabbed for the oven handle only for my hand to be burnt by the over handle, "shit,shit,shit I forgot to use the mittens," I grabbed my burnt hand. France grabbed my hands and blew air to the burnt area, I blushed at this. "W-wha, what are you d-doing? The pastries are going to be burnt" I stammered in confusion.
France nodded and placed on his mittens and took the tray out, the room was immediately filled with the aroma of pastries. He placed it on the counter and went back to me, "I had fun today (Y/N), thank you, I don't think I've ever had as much fun in baking until today,"
"Forget the formalities let's taste the pastries," I walked over to the tray.
He tried to stop me because he was afraid that I would find out, but I ignored him and shoved a pastry in my mouth anyway.
It was delicious.
"France! This tastes awesome you should try one!" I handed over a macaroon to him.
He blinked in disbelief and reached out for the pastry in my hand, he took a bite out of it before eating the whole thing. "Mmmm this is indeed délicieuse!"
"You did most of the work, you're such a good baker!"
He blushed at my statement as he reached out for another pastry.
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"(Y/N), after I divorced with Britain I couldn't make a single pastry taste good anymore, this is the first time in these few years that I'm able to make a good pastry,"
He took a deep breath,
"The truth is that these past few years I've been using human body parts to make my pastries, I can understand if you start to hate me,"
"France I won't hate you, everyone has been through hard times and now you've overcome your problems so you won't have to do anything bad anymore,"
He blushed and looked away,
"Je vous remercie,(Thank you)"
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(———)
France offered to watch some cooking shows with me and I agreed. We sat on the couch as we snacked on some pastries we made just now.
France cuddled onto me, of course I blushed but just let him stay that way. It's not like he liked me anyway, I just helped him.
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Eventually it was almost the end of the day and Britain finally came back for me. France walked me over to the front door and bid me farewell with a peck on my cheek. I burned a bright red color and backed away a little, "Don't worry (Y/N) that's just how French people say goodbye to guests, right France?" He said in a menacing tone and glared at France. "Hehe of course," he laughed.
Eventually I made it back to his car and sat up back this time, "So uh did you have fun?"
"Yeah France is a very nice person,"
"So uh due to some complications you'll have to stay with me again for Tomorrow, I'm sure we'll have it fixed in a jiffy,"
"Oh sure,"
"Some people are threatening to storm Area 51 and America is really stressed so the next country you were supposed to stay with had to help him out,"
"Oh and who might that be?"
"....."
"Russia,"