::APH:: I'm No 5-Star Cook, Okay?:: France x Reader ::
"Francis, will you teach me how to cook?" You stood in the doorway to your boyfriend's room, giving him a slight pout. "You always want to cook and you won't let me try."
"That's because it's not very kind of me to make my girlfriend cook for me." Francis sat up on his bed, leaning back on his elbows, with an intrigued look. "But, you want to learn? It isn't as simple as people make it look. And watching the television programs don't help in the slightest." He chuckled a bit at the memory of you watching a marathon of cooking shows, hoping you'd learn a couple things about cooking if you did.
You blushed a bit, remembering the same thing as well, and crossed your arms over your chest in a defensive manner. "Well I haven't cooked in a while, so I thought that it'd help me remember a couple basics " You sighed and put your hands on your hips, glaring at him from the doorway. "Are you going to teach me or not?"
"I don't know, my dear," Francis teased as he
::AU:: A Vacation Worth The Pain - 1"I don't understand how planes can just crash and explode in movies. I mean, does that actually happen in real life?"
"W-What!? A-Are you saying the plane is going to crash!?"
"Zoe, why'd you mention that just before we're going to take off?"
"What? I never understood that!"
"You could have waited until we've landed or something "
"But that wouldn't be for a long time and I would have forgotten!"
Camille and Allison looked at Zoe with a 'what the fuck, man' look. Said girl shrugged as if she hadn't done anything wrong. Geety smiled at Feliciano and rubbed his back reassuringly, and all he did was cling to her as if the plane really was going to crash.
Gilbert clutched Camille's hand rather tightly and said, "If you get scared, I'm always right here, y'know." He grinned mischievously at her, in which she had just rolled her eyes.
"Telling by how hard you're squeezing my hand, I think that you're gonna need someone to hug. And I'm gonna push you on to the floor if you hug me too tig
It Isn't My Fault... ::Russia::The girl in front of Ivan played with a sunflower beside her, gently running her thumb over the petals like they would break if mishandled badly. Her [h/c] hair was pulled into a mid-ponytail, accented with two small sunflower clips. Her face was hidden by her bangs, and she wouldn't look up. She was wearing a very beautiful sundress, which ended just after her knees. The yellow-filled flower field danced gently in the wind, some flowers picking up from the wind and flowing past in the breeze.
I know that girl. That's my wonderful wife. What is she doing out here?
"Ivan, I can't forgive you," The girl said in a serious tone.
Ivan's face lost color. He went wide eyed, looking at her with a confused expression. He didn't even speak; it was as if he voice was lost by the moment she spoke.
Why do I suddenly feel so cold? What is this chilling feeling in my body?
The sky began to cloud, but they weren't the normal gray-white clouds you know. They were a dark red color, comp
::AU:: Did I Make the Right Choice?"Mommy, mommy, can we play in the play park?" Alicia tugged on Geety's arm, motioning to the inside-playground in the mall. Geety took a glance at Feliciano, who smiled and nodded. Though, she was still a bit wary about leaving her child at the playground.
"Um, let me think about it for a minute, Alicia. Just a minute, okay?" Geety immediately grabbed her husband's arm and motioned for everyone else to follow, who reluctantly followed, gripping their children's hands tightly. "What are we going to do?" Geety whispered to everyone else.
"What do you mean? They just want to play for a while; can't we let them do that?" Allison questioned. Marcus was currently laughing at his sister, who had sneezed and nearly fell over from the compact. Antonio looked over his shoulder and smiled at his children, ruffling Rosalinda's hair lightly.
"Well, I wanted to buy Alicia a couple presents, but I can't do that if she's right there and if she can see it I'm sure you guys wanted to do the same, t