Part 2.2

[aphanon_dr]

W-whoops, sorry about that. Enjoy the second part of the.... second part! :D

Won't be around as often, so feel free to do your own comment spamming to spread out the heavy threads over several pages.

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[bake_einsamcake]

[rings France's doorbell]

[quickly adjusts his cuffs, collar and tie and makes sure his hair is in place once more]

S-Sorry! My friend dragged me off to eat!

[fillegentille]

[rushes down from the kitchen to open the door--barefoot, in a little black dress, with a white apron over it]

[opens the door and smiles up at him] Allemagne.

Don't worry!

[bake_einsamcake]

Hello, Frankreich.

[kisses her on the cheek, but doesn't hand over the small daffodil bouquet he's holding]

Am I too early? If you aren't finished with the food yet I can help you.

/o\

[fillegentille]

[stands on her toes to kiss him on the mouth]

[...wishes she was wearing heels]

I am almost finished! You sit, let me take care of it. You brought a loaf of bread, as I asked?

[leads him into the house; holds her hands out to take his coat]

[is actually quite a ways from being done cooking, but he doesn't need to know that

♥

[bake_einsamcake]

[leans down a bit to receive the kiss, smiles lightly]

Well, if you insist. And yes, it's in my bag. [pats it]

[follows her inside, lets her take his coat]

But I can come into the kitchen, can't I? Or don't you want me to see what secret ingredients you're using?

[feels surprisingly relaxed... for now]

[fillegentille]

[wants to make a crack about how he'll jinx her tiny French portions by being there, but figures he wouldn't get it]

Ah oui, make yourself at home! [takes his hand and tugs him toward the kitchen] You may slice the bread.

[bake_einsamcake]

Alright.

Ah, wait... [holds out the bouquet] This, um, this is from England. Wales had left it on the meme on his behalf. Well, actually this one's a replacement; I found the original, but since I didn't see you last week it withered. I re-attached the card. Here.

1/2

[fillegentille]

...from Angleterre?

[fillegentille]

[reads the note and points at a vase]

I believe Pays-de-Galles was lying to you, mon coeur.

[goes over to the stove and stirs--something--with a free hand]

[bake_einsamcake]

He lied? That bastard!

[fills water into the vase and puts the flowers in]

...

What did he lie about?

[fillegentille]

The note is from him, I believe. There was a bit of an incident.

[continues stirring whatever she's stirring]

[no, it doesn't occur to her that any England would apologize for raising a hand to her]

[bake_einsamcake]

[frowns]

Wait, what kind of "incident"? Don't tell me he hit you! I have a hard time imagining that. I mean, he is an... eerie guy, but that doesn't seem like him.

[takes the bread out of the bag, looks around for a knife]

[fillegentille]

Mais non--he would not dare. He merely shook me a bit.

[opens a drawer, pulls out a serrated knife and a cutting board, and sets them down on the table]

[can't help but give him another long kiss, and pulls his tie to get him down to the right level to do so]

[bake_einsamcake]

Why did he-- [is pulled down]

[returns the kiss rather haphazardly until she breaks away]

Ah.

[snatches bread loaf, knife and cutting board and concentrates hard on staring down at them]

D-do we need thin or thick slices?

[fillegentille]

[presses her lips to the corner of his mouth]

Whatever you like!

[having flustered him into not asking anymore questions, goes back to the stove]

[bake_einsamcake]

[cuts the bread into perfectly uniform medium-thick slices, waits for his blush to subside]

So what will we be having for dinner? Or is it still a surprise?