cleaning, again! He is dressed in his customary clothes for the occasion with his sleeves pulled up and a duster. Who's that at the door..?

knocks at the door quite energetically. "Kiiiiiiiku! It's me, Italy~! Ve, please don't ignore me, I hope you're actually home...!"

flinches slightly. "Don't shout, Italy-kun, you might disturb the neighbors." He heads over and slides the door a fraction open cautiously.

peeks at the slightly opened crack of door when Kiku opens it. He lowers his voice a little more. "Vee, sorry~ But, but Kiku, hi! I missed

you, so I thought it would be okay to come and see how you're doing."

relaxes when it really is the Italian. He opens the door wider so the other country can come in. "It has been a while, hasn't it?"

recalls Japanese custom to remove his shoes upon entering a home and does as such. "It has. It seems everyone has been so busy lately..."

He then displays the presents he's brought with him; a pack of noodles and pre-made alfredo sauce--because yes, he's brought dinner.

could have predicted this sort of present from an Italian, actually. When were they ever without pasta?

Nevertheless, he perks in interest at the meal. He hadn't had the time to make dinner yet. "Sou desuka?

Being a country generally comes with a long list of things to do."

"Si...but you know what they say about all work and no play. Vee, so please let me take care of everything for now!" Not being a

stranger to Kiku's home, Feliciano headed straight to the kitchen, ready to roll up his sleeves and start boiling water.

"Hai, hai... I'll just go change." Deciding to listen for once, the country heads to his room to change. He returns fairly quickly, to the

kitchen. "Do you need any help...?" he asks, not able to leave everything to the younger.

already dropping stale noodles into a pot of water, while heating up the sauce on another pan on the stove. "...Ah, Kiku~ Where do you keep

your utensils that aren't chopsticks...I can't stir with those very."

eyes the noodles warily and wonders if he should just make onigiri. "Ah.. I have them here somewhere." He browses through the kitchen,

returning with a large wooden spoon, among other kitchen utensils.

would probably make teary faces at Japan if he choose to make onigiri instead. "Ah, grazie~ You're really going to love this pasta Kiku, I

put a special ingredient in it that will definitely make you not want to eat anything else for awhile!"

looks vaguely horrified under the mask of neutrality. "What kind of special ingredient?" Kiku likes his Japanese food..

laughs and wags a finger. "Chef's secret. I promise it isn't yucky or anything. Just a tiny pinch of it to make the meal really special!"