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“Feliciano, I need you and your brother here as soon as— Gilbert! WAIT!—” Ludwig yelled before ending the call in a hurry.
“Doitsu? OH NO DOITSU?! Romano, we HAVE to save Ludwig!!!” Feliciano shrieked, immediately dragging Lovino off with him. The other Italian, however, could not care less about the plight of his brother's boyfriend.
It didn’t take the Italy brothers long to reach the German household. Feliciano clambered along in worry, wondering what might be happening.
By the time they reached, Lovino had considered simply turning around and walking away at least 50 times. His excessive deliberation was proven to be correct — upon entering the kitchen, they find the fools covered head-to-toe in white powder. The entire kitchen looked like a warzone. The table was scattered with bowls and crockery, a milk bottle had fallen, puddling up on the floor and there was an egg cracked on Ludwig’s shoulder.
“Ludwig! Are you okay? What happe—” Feliciano questioned before interruption.
The interference being Loviono’s yells as Gilbert crashes into him; initiating an attempt to drown the Italian in kisses -- which lasts about three seconds before he gets shoved off.
“Get off me you horse! What are you even doing?!” he yelled, dusting himself off.
“I’m baking a cake, obviously!” Gilbert jumped back up, “It’s my super cool fan’s birthday today so I’m baking one for her!!”
“We’re trying to bake a cake, it’s our third one this morning…” Ludwig spoke, glancing at the trash where two burnt things cakes were thrown in.
“Aww, that's so sweet! I want to help too! I want to make something too– OH! I’ll make pasta!!” Feliciano clapped his hands, practically bouncing on his toes at the thought.
“You do that, Feliciano! Ludwig, you can help him; it’s all your fault that the other two went wrong after all. Meanwhile, the awesome Gilbert,” he pointed to himself, “will bake an awesome cake for my awesome fan!”
Ludwig lets himself get dragged by his boyfriend, not bothered to protest against his brother's obvious lie— it was not his fault that Gilbert added salt instead of sugar, or that his brother used expired chocolate, but whatever; Romano can deal with him now.
Lovino glanced at Ludwig; who had a soft smile watching Feliciano gather all the ingredients – before he turned to his own idiot that was mixing some weird concoction that he named the ‘cake batter’. “Why do I love this guy again?”
“We’re starting again, because we are not feeding her whatever that is.” Lovino pointed down, scrunching his face with disgust to the mixture. The flour and butter seemed to clump up in large chunks while what should have been the rest of the wet ingredients was a murky, watery brew. “Dio mi salvi…” he sighed, gathering the scattered bowls and tools to create some space out of the dump a certain grey-haired creature had made.
Ludwig and Feliciano had settled on the other side of the kitchen, quietly chopping vegetables and boiling pasta whilst giggling and whispering to each other, like the two sappy lovebirds they are.
Meanwhile, Lovino was on the verge of throwing himself or his very, VERY stupid boyfriend out of the window — because, of course Gilbert would leave the egg shells in the batter, or add chill flakes to jazz it up, or add a block of cheese thinking it was butter.
“Okay crack the eggs – it says 3 eggs,” Lovino instructed, before quickly adding, “And don’t let any egg shells fall into the batter.”
“I won’t! I’m the awesome Gilbert! And I know how to crack eggs.”
“Right… and you knew not to taste the vanilla extract after clearly I told you not to.”
“It’s not my fault that it smelled so sweet…” he grumbled, carefully cracking the eggs, “Hah! Seeeee? I am the amazing Gilbert, and I cracked all 3 eggs perfectly!”
Lovino skeptically looked over his shoulder to see that, surprisingly, there weren't any eggshells in the batter. “Huh, you actually did. Well, I guess you get a reward then!” Lovino spoke, before giving Gilbert a quick peck on the cheek; leaving the poor boy to short circuit.
“If you get more things right, you’ll get more rewards...”
Following this comment, Gilbert had mysteriously become much more effective and efficient in his work.
They continued to finish baking the cake before leaving it in the oven and then moving to assist the other two in decorating the place in the meantime. The four of them worked silently (almost if you ignored Prumano bickering and Gerita’s whispered conversations) and peacefully (in a way).
However, that peace was disrupted quite quickly as a very loud blonde family let themselves into the house, followed by poor Ivan.
“HEY EVERYONE!! I brought the pizza! It's a 17 slice cheesy margarita pizza just how Sophia likes it!!” America barged it, one hand holding a very large pizza box and the other entwined with his boyfriend. “Privet, I’ve brought the pryaniki and pilmeni.”
“Hi guys.” Canada followed.
“STOP YELLING ALFRED AND FRANCIS YOU SLUG COME ON IN” England yelled, dragging in France who waved over. (?)
“Ciao Everyone!!”
“Hallo, you can put the food at the table with the cake and pasta.”
“What did you guys bring? I’m sure my gift is the best because I as the awesomest of all made a super awesome choco—OW,” he was interrupted by Lovino, who was sitting upon his shoulders smacking the back of his head very harshly.
“Quit moving would you, I need to put the balloons up?! And the cake’s gonna be good because I’m the one who actually made it.”
“Please, my assortment of sweet delicacies is obviously the best gift, I’ve got macarons, croissants, eclairs and so on. Arthur here, as boring as ever, brought tea.”
“I was going to make tarts and scones but some big oaf told me not to.”
“You’re scones taste terr—” Francis grabbed Arthur's tie pulling him closer, only to be broken off by Alfred yelling.
“SHE’S ALMOST HERE I JUST SAW HER OUT THE WINDOW!!”
With that chaos let loose with them all trying to finish setting everything up and Lovino and Gilbert rushing to take the cake out and write on it as quickly as possible.
“Would you at least try to write it legibly or give it to me!”
“It’s fine! I just need to add a star!”
“Doistu! Let's distract her!” The pair ran off to hold her off for at least a few more minutes.
“Alright that’s everything right? She should be coming any second now,” Lovino sighed, as everyone got into place waiting for Ludwig and Feliciano to walk in with the birthday girl.
The door slowly opened and in walked Feliciano, followed by the birthday girl and Ludwig.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOPHIA!!!” They all yelled, throwing confetti while Sophia stood jaw dropped with her hands to her face in utter shock before screaming in joy and creating incoherent sounds.
“THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!!”
They led her towards the table, stuffed with food for her fattie self, guiding her towards the chocolate cake.
“Guess who made the cake— I did! I, the super amazing Gilbert, alongside my amazing boyfriend, made this chocolate nutella filled cake for my amazing fan!!” Gilbert stated proudly as Sophia tackled him and Lovino into a hug, and soon the others joined too.
“This is the best birthday ever! Thank you so much!”
Sophia found herself fed to the brim with delicious food and a full evening of yaoi playing right in front of her eyes.