England doesn't plan on cooking it himself.

just might.

cook for you instead if you like.

can cook just fine by himself, but Latvia is more than welcome to come and join~

wouldn't mind, just as long as he got to do most of the cooking.

do all of the cooking. Latvia will relax and enjoy himself. <3

isn't quite sure he'll be able to relax with England cooking...

sure that Latvia will enjoy it thoroughly. There's precious little that's better than an authentic English meal, after all.

can think of quite a few things... "A-Are you s-sure you d-d-don't want m-me t-to c-c-cook?"

shakes his head, and begins cooking. "It's fine. You're the guest, so relax and make yourself at home."

sits down at the table to watch and pray that nothing goes wrong. "If you s-s-say s-so..."

cooks, and cooks, and cooks... and doesn't seem to notice the smell of burning food.

covers his nose in the most discreet way possible, which isn't even that discreet.

eventually done! He sets the food on the table and calls out, "It's done, Latvia!"

stares at the food with thinly veiled disgust. "W-What... What is i-it?"

sits down, smiling pleasantly. "Roast beef."

(with Extra roast and minus the beef. ;D)

pokes at it with his fork. It... Did it just jiggle?

[ LMAO You know you want some, Russia ]

begins eating. "There's enough for seconds, so don't be too shy to ask. This is one of Peter's favorites, so I thought you might like it."

[ Latvia you poor soul D; Come have some delicious ~French~ cooking]

[ ...NO. ]

takes a small piece of it, nibbling at the questionable meat. He instantly set the fork down. "I d-d-don't think I'm r-really that hungry."

[YOU KNOW IT'S GOOD ENGLAND. DON'T LIE. THAT'S A VERY UNGENTLEMANLY QUALITY YOU KNOW.]

eating is just fine. "Are you sure? You look like you haven't eaten all day..." Or all year, for that matter. Poor boy.

nods, picking the fork up to poke at the meat experimentally. "I'm s-s-sure." He would definitely go eat at home.

frowns a bit. "Well, there's some scones I baked earlier this morning in the kitchen, if you want those, at least..."

shakes his head quickly. "N-N-No thank you! I r-r-really am f-fine."

insists, "Just try one; it's really good, this time. Blueberry flavour."

tries to not cringe in disgust. "I d-don't r-really l-l-like b-burnt p-pastries..."

not be deterred! "They're not burnt. I told you, blueberry flavour."

going to keep refusing. "Y-Yeah they are... B-Bluberry things aren't s-supposed t-t-to b-be b-black."