You stood there on the corner of your kitchen tiles where it meets with the carpet floor, tapping your foot in impatience staring down at the French man who was sitting on the floor looking like a sad puppy.
It didn't help that Atalanta was sitting right next to him, already giving you her puppy eyes.
"S'il vous plaît! I know how important a kitchen is to a person, but I promise I will not or have not cause any damage!" Your eye twitched. While you were sleeping the french male decided to wake up early and make different pastries.
Unfortunately, one of his crème brûlée exploded in the oven, leading to him begging you to let him in the kitchen right now.
You looked down feeling the puppy pawing at your legs, then looking outside the large penthouse windows. You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose. "Apollo, can you please take Ata for a walk?"
"Can we come?!" Malaysia exclaimed, falling off the couch with an equally excited Philippines falling on top of him. You looked at the eager males then looked at Apollo leashing up the Australian Shepard.
"...Fine." They both cheered, quickly putting on their shoes. To be honest, they were starting to get sick of the constant bickering between America and well everyone.
"We promise not to lose Apollo!" Philp called out, already out the door with Malaysia in tow. Apollo smiled, running out the door with Ata to catch up with them.
Your eyes widened, rushing out to catch up with them. "Wait! I forgot to tell you something!" Out of the doorframe you look left and right to find them only to see the elevator door closing with them in it. "Aaaaaand they're gone. Crap."
Walking into the kitchen again you see Poland, Australia, Peru, and France sitting at your kitchen counter. "Since you guys are awake, want to help me prepare today's breakfast and list?"
Peru was about to say something but France's gasp overtook him. He pushed the peruvian out of the way, imaginative sparkles in his eyes. "You will let me in your kitchen?!"
"No, not just you alone, but with Peru and Australia." His eyes immediately dimmed. You turned to Poland, who looked down when he saw you turning to look at him.
"Poland, could you help me with making a grocery list?" You asked him softly. He slowly raised his head and hesitantly nodded.
You smiled at him, grabbing a piece of paper and two pens. "My parents are coming soon, either later today or tomorrow morning so I need to make a big meal for everyone."
"Y/N, what d'ya want us to make?" Australia asked, looking dumbfounded while the other two rushed around the kitchen preparing.
You thought while you hummed. Having to house so many people took a toll on your fridge. "Pancakes, maybe? I don't think there's a lot of ingredients to actually make something so that's our best bet." He nodded and went straight to cooking.
You pulled up your phone to look up good recipes. You scrolled through, occasionally showing the polish country some recipes you like.
As Poland fidgeted with his pen he heard your gasp and turned around, slowly turning his permanent frown into a smile.
There you were, seated right next to him, eyes excitingly twinkling with an astounded smile on your face.
To him, you looked quite pulchritudinous. He could practically feel the eagerness of what you were looking at radiate off you.
'She's really pretty," He thought, grinning to himself. His eyes widened before shaking away the blush forming on his face. "No, don't think that way, ty idioto! She's merely a friend."
"What did you find?" You turned back to him, shoving the phone in his hands.
"It's instant pot turkey chili!" You exclaimed, waving your hands to match your energy.
Chile popped his head behind the hallway wall. "You rang?"
"Not you Chile but the food." Peru spoke up as he flipped a pancake.
Chile gasped, placing an offended hand over his heart. "'Scuse you bitch but I am a four course meal!"
"You would give everyone food poisoning given how fucking salty you are." Chile flipped his Latin brother off and took off to his room to probably lick his wounds.
You turned back to Poland completely disregarding the very dramatic scene in front of you. "My mom used to make this when I was a kid! She would only make it on special occasions though."
You sighed wistfully, a look of nostalgia washing over your face. "Me and Noah would always scarf it all down and beg our mom for seconds. Good times."
"Who's Noah?" Poland asked. A somber look overtook the happy expression on your face. Before you could answer the high pitched yelling from France interrupted you.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"The fuck it looks like I'm doin'?! I'm makin' breakfast!"
"That is not breakfast! That's diabetes!"
You and the male gave each other expressions with the look of that said 'I'm done' to see France and Peru looking disgusted by the Aussie.
He stood there baffled and angry (due to his fight of flight response) holding a piece of bread with sprinkles on it.
"It's fairy bread! A fuckin' delight where I'm from!" He defended, taking a bite despite France's gagging. "Oh don't get your panties in a twist cuz of the bread froggy, you eat fuckin' snails and call it gourmet!"
France gaped at him. "Don't you dare insult escargot!" Australia promptly flipped the other off. You put yourself in between them to de escalate the situation.
"Okay we get both of you have different views on food let's just not fight, yeah? Let's just get breakfast done and move on with the day." The French man scoffed before turning pack to adding fruits to the pancakes.
"You too, Aus. Let it go." You warned him after seeing him smirk at his competitor and mouthing 'cunt'.
Poland handed you the phone, looking at your annoyed face worryingly. This is going to be a long day.
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"How long have you had Ata?" Philip asked, petting the puppy trying to nip his fingers.
"For about seven months or something." Apollo responded.
Malaysia stood there quietly, watching the quite domesticated scene happen. It has only been a few months since they arrived in this new world, and he was starting to enjoy it.
He's starting to think he doesn't want to leave.
In their world, it's bland. Dull, boring, mundane, sad. Their job revolves around the negative. The massacres, the wars, the catastrophes, anything good rarely comes.
But here, it's lively. It's happy, it's colorful, it's animated, it's cheerful, it's the exact opposite of theirs.
Yes, the people of this world sadly have to witness all of the horribleness first hand but there is so much positive.
He feels alive again.
"-sia? Malaysia you okay?" He snapped out of his trance and faced his brother. His brother that cares about him.
What does Indo feel like right now? What is ASEAN thinking right now? Are they worrying about them? Wondering if they're alive or not?
Do they even care?
Philip grabbed his shoulders shaking them back and forth quickly. "Kuya! Come back to me! Don't let the head aliens take you!"
He put his hands on his brothers stopping the other from shaking him. "I am fine, sorry the head aliens took me."
"Head aliens?" Apollo questioned eyeing them suspiciously.
"Whenever we get lost in our own heads we say the head aliens are abducting us." Philip explained. He then looked down at the pavement sheepishly. "A lot of our thoughts aren't good goor for us. So whenever we see each other slowly losing it we try to bring them back as fast as we can."
Apollo was about to apologize for asking about a sensitive thing before he got interrupted by obnoxious yelling. Man, apparently it's 'cut off the Y/L/N family day'.
"Hey! You two! What do you think you're doing?!" A woman yelled speed walking to them. She was probably around her fifties with a clearly fake spray on tan.
"Uh oh Karen alert. I got this, leave it to me." Malaysia whispered to his brother before putting on a fake smile and greeting the lady. "Yes ma'am? Are you okay?"
"No I am not okay! You two men are wearing hideous makeup! And this boys dog is attacking mine!"
Malaysia looked down at a trembling chihuahua in a pink bedazzled jacket. It's eyes looked like they were about to pop out. 'Mexico would be so pissed. It's looking at me and Philip at the same time!'
"Ma'am, I can assure you my son's dog," He then brought Apollo into a side hug with the boy looking absolutely repulsed. "is not causing any damage. Me and my brother just finished a acting skit and we are required to wear this makeup for it, we are about to head home."
"You are men wearing makeup! When men wear makeup that means they're gay, and gay is a sin!"
Malaysia's eye twitched. "Okay, guys wearing makeup doesn't always mean they're gay and lady, wake the hell up! It's 2022! Get your head out of your homophobic ass!"
The lady gasped and pulled out her phone. "I'm calling the police!"
"What for?! We ain't doing anything!"
"You two are attacking me and my precious Duchess!"
The Malaysian bent down and grabbed Philip with him to whisper to both of them. "On my count, we run like a bat outta hell. Got it?" They both nodded.
Malaysia stood up still gripping the two. "Well lady, I would say it's a pleasure to meet you by I was taught not to lie so, bye!"
He then sprinted with the two trying to catch their footing, hearing the lady's shrieks and her dogs high pitched barking fade into the distance.
As they reached the penthouse elevator they all collapsed heaving heavy breaths. "We did it guys! Yay us!"
As they sat on the floor with the elevator going to their floor they all chuckled about the events. It soon stopped when the elevators doors opened to reveal a fuming Y/N.
"I saw you three running like the police were after you. Care to explain?" You said bluntly reaching down to scratch the puppy's ears.
"Well, we ran from Satan himself. Really in our case, herself."
You scoffed standing back up. As you turned around you see you house's door open with such speed and force the wall caved in around the doorbell and bent it at the same time.
Russia stood there, gripping the other door know looking completely emotionless but you could see the fear in his eyes.
"My brother, he's bleeding. We need your help. Kaz is losing a lot of blood."
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