Husband and wife were up around 6 once more, and were in the kitchen getting started on breakfast. Since it was a Friday, they made blueberry croissants, as well as spiced scrambled eggs and fluffy pancakes.

When they were finally done, (Y/N) looked tired at all the cooking they did, and America knew it was because she never cooked at home for complete strangers on the times when she was at home. Still, (Y/N) didn't have a problem with all this, and was quite proud of herself when she and America finally finished the food.

And when they got to the dining table, the nations were waiting for them, most of them wincing at the pain in their bodies.

America resisted the urge to snort.

But by the time the food and drinks were served, everyone busied themselves with eating and finishing everything that was served to them. Some of the nations had a hard time even getting their forks, spoons, or cups to their mouths, and from how strained their muscles were, America could see how badly their hands were shaking.

He continued eating without caring.

Then, all of a sudden, Italy broke the silence. "I really loved the tiramisu last night Miss (Y/N)!" he chirped. "It was really delicious."

"S-Si, mine was as well," added Romano.

"The cake you made me was also very good sunflower," chimed in Russia, his smile kind and grateful.

"Mine vas as well," said Germany.

"I think you rearry did a wonderfur job on the crepe," said Japan.

"I loved the pudding," finished Spain.

Many of the other nations stared at them, wondering if they lost their minds, but no one paid them any attention. (Y/N)'s eyes were wide with surprise, her mouth partly open with an adorable blush appearing on her cheeks. Then she smiled brightly, signing a Thank you as well as a I'm glad you liked them.

"But is it alright if I make a couple suggestions Miss (Y/N), ve?"

"Hm?" (Y/N) looked at Italy, waiting for him to speak.

"Well, I think you could've added a little less sugar. It was a little too sweet at times." Italy looked nervous as he spoke.

(Y/N) thought for a moment, before she smiled slightly and nodded, signing that she'll keep his words in mind.

After Italy spoke up, the others developed the courage to make suggestions of their own, with (Y/N) taking note of them for later. America had to keep himself from snorting in amusement when he saw his wife writing on a notepad under the table. He remembered the first time he saw her do that, and he hadn't known whether to be impressed, amused, or even both.

Still, it never got old.

So, once everyone was finished with their breakfast, (Y/N) got up and walked towards the bedroom to get ready for work while America got started on washing the dishes like he did every Friday after breakfast. The nations also left the room to do their own thing, and for the first time since the nations had to stay with them, America was left in peace.

Still, it would be another couple days before they would have to go to France, and America was not looking forward to the trip for many reason, his wife being one of them.

He couldn't blame her though, for the scent of planes did smell strange every time you entered a new one, and the common airplanes were even cramped with all the people. However, the scent of the planes always got (Y/N), and would give her stomach cramps and headaches for a week after that.

America quickly made a note to get (Y/N) one of those sedatives that helps one deal with flights.

He had finished half of the dishes when (Y/N) entered, dressed in her work clothes, and ready to go. America smiled at her and went to her side, placing a quick kiss on her forehead, after which she gave him a hug.

After pulling away, she smiled up at him, waved, and walked out of the house, the sound of the car turning on and pulling out of the driveway following shortly after. Smiling, America continued to wash the dishes, but soon frowned.

Why did he get the feeling today was not going to be a good day?