if Prusse knows he's doing that...or if Allemagne knows he's there.

he doesn't, since he borrowed it yesterday when he wasn't at his home.

it's returned before someone notices. No one likes an angry German.

knows that and he will do as you-- "Damn, I lost level 3 again!" --as soon as he finishes level 3. And 4.

him good luck in finishing those levels. He's surprised Prusse hasn't come chasing him down yet for it.

surprised too, but relieved anyway. Also, thanks for the good luck.

refrain from mentioning it Prusse if asked...maybe.

what is in Francis' mind... Then he realizes he really doesn't want to know.

it's his loss! His mind is a great place.

not sure about that...

quite certain of that. But maybe he just can't handle it.

doesn't think that, he's very capable of handling everything.

interested in seeing proof of how he can handle *everything*.

... is regretting what he said.

doesn't think he should regret it if it's true!

knows that, but... okay. What should he proof?

he should use his imagination and come up with something.

if he should step in and save his brother before anything gets out of hand.

thank you very much.

show up at the door then with a bag in his arms. "Einar! I have an extra loaf of pulla and I thought you'd enjoy it."

the more the merrier! He can't recall the last time he spoke to Finlande.

"Hello, Tino. Ah, pulla, that's nice from you, thanks" Walks and sides him.

smiles and hands over the loaf of sweet cardamom bread. "No problem! Oh, you have Ranska over! Good evening."

smiles and waves. "Bonjour, Finlande."

eats his pulla and stares them.

"Been a very long time. How have you been?"

"I have been well. And you?"

"Oh, well I suppose. It's been nice and peaceful! Except for trying to teach Peter how to cook."

"I hope he has more potential than Angleterre."

"With enough work....maybe. So far, ei."

"I hope the best for him. Noone deserves to inherit England's cooking skills."

"Bonne courage. I am certain you'll need it with that one."

"Kiitos. I think we're going to have to start small. Very small. It would be nice to have someone else who can cook at home."

nods. "Can he at least prepare a sandwich?"

"Or does he know how to fry an egg?"

nods, then shakes his head. "Sandwiches, yes. He burns eggs, completely black."

"You both really need to start small. And achieve little steps."

agrees with Islande. "Perhaps for now he should focus on how to properly spread marmalade."

laughs a bit and nods. "That's the plan.I'm just hoping we don't end up burning down the house!"

"Exactly, we don't want him to cut his finger, that's gross, and I don't think you should worry about that, I think Berwald will help you."

nods. "I can always help the boy out with lessons, once he learns all the basics." And some manners.

that if France teachs Peter how to cook, then they'll have nice food. "Okay, everything is settled down. Francis will teach him."

this idea very much! He'd always had liked French food. "Thank you very much for offering, Francis! It's so nice of you!"

simply hopes he'll be able to hone into Peter's hidden culinary talent. "It is no problem at all."

finishes eating his pulla and smiles at the sight of french food in his future.

claps his hands, grinning. "Ah, this news makes the night so much better!"

smiles. "I'm glad to be of some assistance."

"Indeed. And maybe you can give us a demostration of your talent, Francis."

"Oh! That would be amazing! I haven't had french food in years!"

"Oh, well, if you don't mind me using the kitchen I'd be happy to."

"You're more than welcome." Leads him there.

follows the two of them to the kitchen, leaning on the door frame.

follows him to the kitchen and looks around for a brief moment before looking to see what Islande is stocked with.

remembers he didn't go to the market this week. Walks to the cupboard and finds instant meals, while in the fridge there's shark and fish.

"...Well, you can show us how you can defeat the setbacks."

examines the fish, getting an idea on what to prepare. "Do you have dry white wine ?"

"I think I have one bottle, let me search." Gets out of the room and comes back later with said bottle. "Here. What are you going to do?"

watches with curiosity, interested in what Francis could come up with with such modest ingredients.

"I'm going to make Thon à la Provençale. It's a swordfish steak dish from Provence with tomatoes and herbs."

"Wow. It sounds very good."

"It is. Potatoes and green beans go well with it. Do you happen to have any?" He starts preparing the fish.

steps a little more into the kitchen. "Do you need any help prepping?"

"I have potatoes, but I finished the green beans yesterday." ((Baw, it's sleep times for me <3 take care you both! See ya!))

"If you wouldn't mind, washing the potatoes would be appreciated." [sleep well♥]

nods, taking the potatoes when Iceland takes them out, rolling his sleeves up and beginning to scrub them. ((Nanight~! I should probably

soon too. @_@ /has work in the morning))

continues working on the fish with the utmost precision. "Merci." [;3; okay~]

"Happy to help! Least I can do for offering to teach Peter to cook." ((Sleep well when you get to it~ Nanight <3))

"It's no problem. This is my passion." [thanks, you too~ bonne nuit♥]