why he's still around.

dad needs help with his bakery. He's not afraid of going back home at all.

... stares, he knows his son can cook decent cacetinhos.

gasps, then starts to laugh "What? Cook WHAT?!"

rolls his eyes. "You know.. that long bread! Idiot." glares at him, tying his hair in a bun. "You want to help?"

still laughing "man... why do you call them that? Yeah, I'll help."

frowns. "Because... well, that's how they are named! Why you call cows 'cows'?"

rakes a deep breath, calming down, and looks at him. Grinning "well, cacetinhos are a complete different thing in my place. Funny, because

you're the one who taught me portuguese."

frowns. "You are the one who turned every word I had into an obscene thing. Such innocent thing as bread..." mumbles. "Ande lá!" he hisses.

"Go wash the dishes!" hums as he moves to bake.

giggles and moves to the sink "Sim senhor~"

smirks, nodding as he walks to the oven, setting some goodies there to bake, walking to the table to prepare more french bread.

tries to concentrate on the dishes, but can't be quiet for too long "Portugal?"

raises one eyebrow. "Pois não?" hums, not looking at him, focused on some cupcakes.

"Um..." frowns, thinking how he should ask what he wants "Who was your worst enemy ever?"

frowns. "My worst enemy...?" he pauses, thinking of it for a while. "Why do you ask?"

shrugs "Just wanted to know."

frowns. "I don't know... I still haven't decided if Spain was my ally or Enemy... England is.. complicated. I'd kick Turkey, that arrogant

bastad. Mouro..."

furiously polishing a dish that's already clean "But they're not your enemies anymore, right?"

shrugs, nodding. "It's quite pointless to hate them now... Nothing else is there to conquer." he smiles a bit. "And pay attention to your

service, Brasil." sighs, rolling his eyes.

curses and proceeds to rinse the dish "Sorry. So, have you ever kissed any of them?" blurts.

jumps, smashing a cupcake. "Quê?!" yells, glaring at him after. "Why... Why would U

I** kiss the enemy?!"

not taking his eyes off the sink "That's right, why would you do that..."

pauses and frowns, staring at him. "I mean... I kissed England, yes, but he's not my.. enemy." pauses, blushing a bit. "Oh, well. Is there

something you want to share, Lu?"

squeaks "No~! I was just curious!"

... nods. "Okaay..." sighs, shaking his head as he goes back to his cupcakes. "But tell your father if something happens..."

blushes "N-nothing will happen..."

smiles a bit. "Very well. Anyway, how have you been?" smiles at him. "How are things in South America?"