part 343 pieces of discounted Halloween candy

[aphanon_meme]

stock up while it's on sale! Anyway: I. can't. believe. it. I really can't. I mean, I do believe it. So I guess I can believe it. But STILL. I've been saying all month that we'd get doodles, if anything, but--AN EVENT. An event! <>A real event. With ghosts! And mysterious happenings! And Hong Kong being a butt! I can't wait to see what happens next!

Enjoy part 343!

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[firstfleet]

No!

[This is his least favourite part of England visiting. He'll eat it and it'll be vaguely traumatic.]

[Despite the trauma, still taps his shoulder to show he wants to ride on his back. Maybe he'll whine less about his cooking if he does.]

[unionjackingit]

Yes! Damn little-- brat!

[he picks Australia up over his head, and slots him onto his shoulders.

before he makes his way into the kitchen, looking in the fridge.]

Ahh, you see. We have some British sausages here, they're delicious!

[they would be delicious, perhaps. if England weren't the one cooking them.]

[firstfleet]

No!

[A decade earlier and this would be a full on temper tantrum. Instead he's just pouting and still kind of pale but also not trying to get away. Yet.]

What did those sausages ever do to ya?

[They do look delicious, it's true, but he knows what happens to them when England cooks them.]

[unionjackingit]

Would you rather starve?!

[wait, no, don't answer that.

he puts Australia down on the table gets busy frying the sausage... or rather... leaving them to fry while he peels the potatoes, grumbling more to himself than Australia.]

Stupid ungratefulness... America would've never at that age.

[huff grumble]

[firstfleet]

No.

[There you go, England's food is better than starving. Just. That's the closest he's getting to a compliment.]

[Watches England cook and swings his legs as he does. It's like watching a car crash! Or a carriage crash in his case.]

Think that's burning!

[It's not actually. It might be in relation to that last comment.]

[unionjackingit]

Well then.

[he will take that compliment. see, his cooking isn't that bad!

glances at the stove, frowning. god damn it, lad, stop worrying him like that.]

It's not burning at all. And it won't be! Now be quiet.

[time to boil the potatoes. and poke the sausages. probably not enough, as one side of those sausages really are beginning to burn.]

/flails and desperately pretends that I'm not so horribly late sorry ;3;

[firstfleet]

[Don't get too excited, he'd willingly become a French colony for some of his cooking. Not really but he'd seriously consider it.]

[Grins at seeing England fall for it. Hilarious! Apart from when the sausages actually do start burning and then it's just disappointing. Again.]

But it is now.

[Eyes those potatoes as England prepares them. He doesn't watch England cook very often, for various reasons, and it is interesting to sit and watch.]

not as sorry as me omg I missed this ;;

[unionjackingit]

[England is poking the potatoes with a fork from the stove, glaring at Australia.

they are burning still. but like in the story of the boy who cried wolf, England refuses to check this time]

I'm not falling for your tricks, Australia! Now go and get the knives and forks from the drawer, it's nearly ready.

[Poke, poke, poke. Ah, there's that smoky burning smell that's so familiar. yum.]