America-

Diet macarons.... Two words you would never want to hear together. That means that either the macarons are vegan, really small, or have less sugar and taste weird. In this case, it's the middle option.

"Dudette! What are you maken' today?" Alfred asks once he walks into the kitchen.

"It's a french sandwich cookie called macaron." I explain to him, leaving out the small part.

"Awww that sounds awesome! When is it going to be done?" He asks, getting excited.

"In a few hours." I respond and proceed to tune out his whining.

~~~

"Are they done?"

"They need to rest for half an hour."

"Damn it."

~~~

"Are they done?"

"You need to let them cool."

"Damn it."

~~~

"Are they done?"

"I have to frost and decorate them."

"Damn it."

~~~

"Are they done?"

"Yes."

"Damn it- wait, no. YES!" Alfred screams as he sticks his hand up in the air.

"Oh, so you don't want them?" I ask, referring to his earlier reaction.

"NO!! I WANT THEM!!" Alfie panics.

"Okay, here you go." I say as I place a plate of macarons on the coffee table.

".... Dudette?" He asks, a slight hesitation in his voice.

"Yes? Is there something wrong?" I question, a fake concern in my voice.

"Are they suppose to be this small?" Alfie questions, holding up one of the mini macarons in front of himself. He looks baffled by the small stature of the cookie. Being in America, you get use to everything being in a bigger size than it actually is in the rest of the world.

"They're diet macarons." I say, pleased with his reaction.

"Those are two words that... gO AMAZING TOGETHER!! So I can eat as many of these as I want?" He freaks out.

"I guess? I wouldn't recommend-" I was cut off by the sound of Alfred practically INHALING the diet macarons. I stand at the end of the coffee table, dumbfounded as to how he managed to do that. He continues to nom nom nom on the macarons with the happiest of happy faces. It's around this moment that I wonder if this man is human.

"Fank chu dudette! Zhis iz so gud!" Alfie says through a full mouth.

"Don't talk with your mouth open!"

England-

I get to go over to Arthur's house today! I love it when he invites me, we always get to do something fun!

I walk up to the front door and give it a cautious knock. I hear him stumble a little and ask for me to wait a little bit. I stand on the welcome mat patiently and soon enough, the door opens revealing the blond brit that I love to death.

He smiles as soon as we make eye contact,"I'm so glad you could make it, darling."

I smile back and give him a quick kiss on the lips. He explodes in a blush and motions for me to come inside. I enter the house, take off my shoes and walk over to the living room. I take a seat on the couch and watch Arthur enter the room and sit down next to me. I wrap my arm around his waist again as he rests his head on my shoulder.

"You make me so happy Arthur. I'm so glad you're my boyfriend." I coo to him and nuzzle the top of his head.

He blushes some more and hugs me. We stay in this process of complements and cuddles for... maybe an hour. But it's not an hour wasted in my opinion.

"So... what would you like to do this afternoon, darling? We've got a few hours of time to ourselves." He asks, still hugging me.

"(I should probably write your Italian accent now)...Ve, I remember you-a saying you wanted-a me to teach you how to-a cook? How about-a we do that?" I suggest and stand up from the couch.

Arthur reaches for me, wanting to continue hugging, before putting his arms back at his side and thinking about my suggestion. He nods his head hesitantly and leads me to the kitchen.

"Alright, but I've been told that I'm not the best at cooking." He mumbles to me, clearly embarrassed about his lack of ability.

"That's why I'm here to help-a!" I cheer.

He smiles and I start looking for ingredients to make zeppole, since he liked it so much. We get the ingredients together and I start instructing Arthur on what to do. I watch him as he carefully measures out some of the flower and just drops it into the bowl. The small puff it made was enough to make him start coughing, I got a glass of water and waited for him to calm down before I told him what to do next.

It took a bit of time, but the batter was eventually ready for frying. I had Arthur stand back so I could handle this part. I put a few globs of dough in the hot oil and watched them start to cook. And then a thin pair of arms wrap around my waist. I glance behind me and see Arthur watching the pot with curious eyes. I can't help but smile at this. Soon enough, the batter was gone and a big plate of zeppole took its place, sprinkle with a little powdered sugar and it's ready to eat.

"I... helped make something... and it turned out perfect..." I hear Arthur mumble to himself as he popped one in his mouth.

We sit in the living room, eating zeppole and cuddling and watching the newest episode of Dr. Who. I've never heard of the show but Arthur liked it, and that was enough of a reason to watch it.

"Thank you for coming over, darling." Arthur said and squeezed me tighter.

I smile and give him another quick kiss. He smiles and kisses me again before we go back to watching more Dr.Who.

France-

Today is the day I head back to America. Francis doesn't want me to leave so, he opted to come with me. And that is ABSOLUTELY AWESOME AND I LOVE HIM TO BITS FOR IT. The taxi eventually comes to a stop in front of the airport. Francis pays for the ride and we go in. Traveling is fun and all, but airports are an absolute PAIN. Why couldn't I just fly back to America? Because Francis doesn't know I'm a dragon and I don't want to freak him out.

We get through everything with minor difficulty. Dragon scale can show up on metal detectors sometimes, this was one of those times. I quickly made up a lie about how doctors put a metal rod in my arm to help heal a broken bone and how they haven't removed it yet. They bought it, including Francis, and let us through.

"What did you do to break your arm?" Flip! Francis is curious!!

"I was being an idiot and climbed a tree, slipped and fell on the ground at a weird angle. That's how." I lie even more.

Francis nods his head and leaves it at that. We get to the plane terminal and we have maybe half an hour.I leave to get some to munch on, and to use the bathroom, but I come back quickly and take my seat next to Francis.

"I swear, no matter how many times I travel, I'm always going to forget about the airport." I declare and eat some of the snacks.

Francis chuckles at me and drapes an arm around my shoulder. I lean into him and he takes the opportunity to kiss me on the cheek. I snuggle into him more and we stay like this until some announcement comes on. It's still in French and then it's spoken in 5 other languages, including English and Spanish. That's cool.

"Terminal E45 is ready for take off."

Everyone around us start standing up from their seats and head over to the people taking the tickets. I follow Francis as he gives the flight attendant both our tickets and walk onto the plane. I would have been okay with middle class but, Francis takes a seat in 1st. Wait... he has the money to buy 1st class? This thought astounded me as I take a seat next to him. I look around in awe, I've never been in first class, THERE'S SO MUCH LEG ROOM! THERE'S A DOOR! WE'RE PRACTICALLY SITTING IN A SMALL ROOM ON A PLAIN! THERE'S A TV! LIKE A ACTUAL SIZE TV! NOT A TABLET SCREEN IN THE BACK OF THE CHAIRS! HOLY FLIPPIN' COW!!

Francis smiles at my childish wonder and pulls me from the seat next to him, to his lap. He hugs me from behind and buries his face into my neck. Telling me how much he loved me and that he was okay with spending this much money on me. I kiss his forehead and looked out the window. We haven't taken off yet but the flight track still looks very cool. The announcements come on again and probably say something about how the plane is about to take off and to watch the informational video on plane safety before we take off.

I get back in the seat next to him and... totally ignore the video, I've seen it before and it bores me to tears! I wish there was a skip button! But there isn't!!!!! I look away from the screen and start playing around with Francis' hand. Weaving my fingers in between his and rubbing my thumb on his knuckles. The video soon ends and the plane starts to move. I instantly look out the window and scooch closer to Francis. I feel the altitude change and the plain steadily climb into the air. I pull out my phone and snap some sky-high photos of France while I still have the chance. Once in the air and safe to walk around, I get back into Francis' lap and we cuddle while watching the movies the airplane had in the library. I might not remember the flight part of traveling too, but I'm gonna have a hard time forgetting this one.

China-

The sunlight hit my eyes in greeting manner (I don't know if there is such a thing) as I struggled to get up. Yao groaned and grabbed at my waist. He started tugging me back into bed. The only problem is that when I wake up, I'm awake and probably won't go back to sleep.

"Come on, I have to go to work." I try to encourage him to let me go.

"Noooo. It's to early, aru..." Yao drones.

"We hung out all day yesterday. I have to go." I say, referring to the sleepover we did yesterday.

"That's not enough though, aru..." He complains.

"Why are you so tired? Don't you normally wake up early?" I question.

"I don't normally stay up until midnight, aru." He says, finally starting to wake up.

"And now's my time... to escape!" I say rather excitedly and stand up from the bed.

"How are you so energetic, aru?" Yao asks, still trying to get up.

"I am a morning person. No matter what time it is, if I am awake, I am awake." I explain. Yao groans again and tries to get up to follow me. I giggle at his attempt and walk over to the dresser to pick out my clothes for the day.

"I'm going to get showered, you can make yourself some tea." I state and walk into the washroom.

~~~

I walk into the kitchen to see Yao in his element, and finally awake.

"I'm going to work!" I say, halfway to the door.

"But, breakfast!" Yao yells from the kitchen.

"I can't, I'll be late otherwise!" I yell back to him, and I'm out the door.

~~~

"Cut! Good job guys! I'll see you tomorrow for the rest of the episode." My director says from the other room. Everyone cheers and and celebrates the progress made today.

"It's good to have you back. We barely did anything yesterday." One of the other voice actors, Ian, informs me.

"As I could imagine. With me being the main character, if I'm gone not much gets done." I reason.

We continue to talk with everyone. Turns out I missed a lot. The topic drifts from work to anything. And from anything to why I wasn't here yesterday.

"W-well... so you see... uuuuuuu..." My eyes dart around the room, looking for anything other than their faces to look at.

"Are you ready to go, aru?!" Yao yells from the other side of a door.

"Ahh, that would be for me." I mutter a farewell to my co-workers and make my way out of the recording studio.

"There you are! Let's go get something to eat, you must be starving!" Yao fretts and rushes me to the car. The rest of the day goes pretty peacefully, if I dare say.

Russia-

I creep through the halls of Eve's house, practicing for the shoot next week. I slowly make my behind Tolys and snake my arms around his waist. He lets out a small, startled yelp and glances behind him. I smile calmly at him and he relaxes a little. I let go of him and start sneaking to my next target.

Iryna was working on some sewing at her desk and didn't hear me enter the room. Perfect. I silently crawl up to her chair before I pet her head. Her hair is super soft! I wonder what conditioner she uses. She jolts a little before seeing that's it's me and then she lets out a small giggle before returning back to her work. I leave the room as silently as I entered.

I slide down the stairs before tiptoeing into the living room. Eve was sitting on the couch, drinking vodka and watching the fire. I tiptoe behind the couch and wrap my arms around his neck and kiss the top of hid head. He lets out a small giggle and turns his head to kiss me on the cheek. We then take a full minute to just rub our cheeks together and drink some vodka. But a quiet, aggravated growl causes me to stop hugging Eve. I give him one more peck on the head before walking away to find the source of the growl.

I go back up stairs and walk down a few halls. I'm about to get to Iryna's room again when a gloved hand covers my mouth and a sharp object is pressed into my back. I can tell it's Natalya without even needing to look.

"You will stay away from my big brother. If you go anywhere near him ever again... I will hunt you down. I will stab you until you can't walk. Until you can't think. Until you can't feel. Until you can't breath. I will kill you. But I won't if you stay away."

I pull her hand away from my mouth,"You done with your little monologue? I'm... I'm kinda getting bored here. And don't you think it's a little... odd to love your brother. If I'm correct, that's call insest and is frowned upon."

I guess I was a little calm for her liking because she growls again and the sharp blade up against my back becomes a point and forcefully stabbed into my back. It doesn't break my skin though, I just let out a small grunt of pain. Thank you dad for being magically birthed from a rock and having stone skin. I can tell Natalya was surprised and a little confused, her grip on me loosened and I took the opportunity to get out of her grasp. I then, knee her in the gut and head back down stairs.

I rejoin Eve on the couch with the cuddles and the vodka. I hear the growling again, but pay no mind to it. I sit down in his lap and hug him. I can see Natalya glaring at me and clutching the wall so hard that there are scratch marks on it. I hold back a laugh and cuddle into his chest. He pulls me closer and gives my hand a squeeze and nuzzles my head. He offers some more vodka and we cuddle some more. Only making Natalya even more jealous, but she doesn't make any move to stop the cuddle sesion. Probably because she didn't want to scar Eve or make him sad. So that's one more victory for me!

Canada-

I think Matt is starting to catch on. He seems to notice that I always know what to do that day and that he seems to enjoy it. I can't let him figure out that I can see the future. How to avoid this... I'll let him pick what we do today.

"Matt, what do you want to do today?" I question.

"You mean... you don't know what to do...?" He asks, a baffled look on his face.

"Why the reaction?" I ask.

"It's just... you usually know what to do. I never thought that you wouldn't know what to do." He said.

"This is one of the rare times I don't know what to do." I respond.

"Um... how about... we watch some hockey, eh?" He suggests.

"Alright."

We sit down and watch the hockey game. It's suppose to be live streamed from Canada, but there is some lag here and there. Matthew doesn't seem to be enjoying it as much as he did when we watched it live. He doesn't comment on any of the game and generally has a blank look on his face.

"Is everything okay? You look disinterested." I question.

"This isn't as exciting as I thought it would be." He responds.

I'm tempted to direct this situation to be better, but I don't want him to get suspicious... shoot... Matthew why are you my weakness!

I look at him out of the corner of my eyes and see him staring back at me. I don't think he's noticed that I noticed. We just stare at each other for a bit. He seems to realize that he's staring and lets himself blush. But he kept looking at me, even starts leaning forward. Somewhere in the middle we meet and share a kiss. This may have been the 100th kiss we've shared, but it still feels like the first.

I go to pull away but he stops me. A few more seconds pass and the heat and passion increases exponentially. It is a makeout session. There is no other way to put it. When he does let me pull away for air, he still doesn't let go of me.

"That is what you want to do when I can't think of anything?" I ask, still trying to catch my breath.

"C-can you blame me?" Matt stutters, his blush evident as ever.

Italy-

It was another day of training with Feliciano and his friends. Ludwig had put me in charge of getting Feli to exercise.

"Please, at least get him to run." Ludwig asks me.

"You make it sound like this is the first time I made him run." I state, looking up at him.

"Just get going." He grumbles.

I manage to get Feli's attention and start a small jog. He huffs and reluctantly follows. He is a few paces behind me.

"Come on, Feli~ Loser has to do whatever the winner asks~" I call over my shoulder.

There is a huff from Feliciano and a quickening of footsteps. I glance over my shoulder to catch a look at Feli. He's red in the face, huffing, and sweaty. It's nice to see he's getting a good work out.

Then, the unimaginable happens. Feli speeds up to catch me. Before I know it, I'm on the ground with a hot italian on top of me.

"You have-a to do whatever I-a say, right~?" He looms over me with a dark look on his face. What have I gotten myself into?

"On second thought..." I trail and look around, "Is that a very annoyed stereotypical British man?"

"WHAAAA ENGLAND IS HERE!!!" Feli yells and takes off.

I kick it up to high gear and run after him. Thanks to my stamina, I'm able to keep pace with him. We both cross the finish line at the same time, so there is no cut clean winner of our little bet.

"Wait-a, so who wins the bet?" Feli asks.

"I guess the bet is off." I say.

"Alright, jou two can go home, there is no training tomorrow." Ludwig says, jogging by us.

"Ve~ Let's go-a home!" Feli says with a sudden energy, and drags me home.

~~~

"Let's eat-a pasta~!" Feli yells and hops to the kitchen.

"Alright, we're doing this again."

Prussia-

Gil's been coming over a lot more lately, it's nice. We get to spend lazy Sundays together and go out for drinks. It's awesome.

He's lying draped out on the couch petting Gilbird and talking about past experiences to me. I nod and listen and think and it turns out he has a diary! Multiple diaries! It's cute.

" So, vögelchen, vhat about jou?" He asks and looks over at me.

"Well, I grew up in the United Kingdom, the rainy part of it. But the rain wasn't a problem or anything. It could be comforting when I wanted it and it could be annoying when I wanted it. But it was never a problem."

"So zhat's vhere jou got zhe cute accent!" He exclaims, his smile growing bigger.

"Oh, you like it?"

"Vell, Ja! I though it vas obvious!"

We both laugh and we hug and gives me a kiss on the lips, he was so happy.He pulls me to the couch and lays me down on his chest, keeping me in his embrace. He asks about how the band is doing and when the next performance will be. If we'll ever attend a mixer or music festival.

"Say, vögelchen, do jou have any new songs? Can ve hear zhem?" He asks.

I smile at the opportunity and nod my head. I struggle out of his arms and he lets out a small whine in protest. I head over to my room to pick up my ukulele to play. I re-enter the living room and walk up behind the couch. I put my arms around his neck and connect my hands with the instrument, now Gil can't escape. He leans back into me, probably not wanting to escape.

I play a few cords to warm up and then go into the song.

https://youtu.be/8Ypnr33sEmg

I end the song soon enough and let go of the ukulele to leave and put it away but Gil stops me. He take the mini guitar and places it next to him, grabs my arms and places them around his neck like before and keeps me there. He keeps his hands on my arms, probably not letting go any time soon. I smile and give him a small shock to make him let go. I climb over the back of the couch and sit next to him. He recovers from the static buzz and goes back to hugging me.

"I'm already in love vith jou. Vhy do jou need to sing me a confession?"

"It's a song Alex wanted me to write so HE could confess to his crush. And I'm glad you liked it." I tell him and peck him on the cheek.

He breaks out in a smile and kisses me all over, eventually kissing my lips. He quickly pulls away, as if he's teasing me or something, and smiles at me.

"I swear, I love jou to much vögelchen. It's unreal, it's unhealthy, it's awezome."

Germany-

I lay on my bed in the basement, completely board out of my mind and with nothing to do today. All my other friends are off because I don't know why and I finished the Canada cosplay yesterday. It looks awesome if I do say so myself. But now I have nothing to do. Pay attention to Germ-boy? Yeah, Imma do that. I sit up from the bed and walk up the stairs of the basement to the door. I open it just a little bit and peer out. Germ-boy is nowhere to be seen. Same with Gilburt, well he did mention spending some time with his girlfriend. I want to meet her, Gil makes her sound so awesome and fun to hang around. I walk out of the basement and wander around the house, I know where Germ-boy's office is, maybe he's in there.

I silently approach the office and walk in undetected. The walls were covered in bookcases, in the center of the room was a desk with papers, a computer, a lamp and a very handsome german sitting in the chair. I smile at my luck and slowly walk over. I knock the surface of the desk, startling him a little. He look up quickly and sees me.

"J-jou came out of zhe basement..." He says, clearly not knowing how to talk to me still.

"Gomen'nasai, I got bored. I finish my work and there wasn't much to do." I explain.

"So jou come to talk to me vhen I'm at zhe busiest? Great." He says with so much sarcasm.

"I can go back in the basement if you want." I say and start making my way to the door.

A hand on my shoulder stops me. He stays quiet and hugs me from behind, a silent plea for me to stay. My smile grows and lean into his chest. He squeezes my figure before returning to his desk to work. I walk around the office and look at the books, they're all in German and probably how to guides. I pick a random book of the shelf and flip through the pages, hoping to find some pictures.

Suddenly, the book is forcefully pulled out of my hands. I look up to see Germ-boy, face covered in red and shock and embarrassment. He's embarrassed about a book? I can't even read german, but he's embarrassed anyway... was that porn or something? That's the only reason I can think of for why.

"Is... is that some sort of German dungeon porn?" I ask silently.

His face gets even more red and he tries his best to avoid eye contact. I can't help but smirk at this.

I take the book from his hands and put it back on the shelf,"Don't worry, it's not like I could read any of it anyway."

"Z-zhat's not... it's not..." He clearly doesn't know what to say.

I shake it off and give him some reassurance"Calm down, calm down. I won't judge, I can't judge."

He lets out a small sigh before going back to his desk. Mumbling about how he's getting less work done than he would like. He seems a little stressed, and I'm not helping.I feel bad... I should fix this. I silently walk up behind him and listen to him typing away at his computer and flipping through papers. I gently put my hands on his shoulders and start to massage them. He stops working for a second and lets out a small satisfied sigh, his normally straight posture relaxes a little. He gets back to work and I continue to massage his shoulders.He stops working about an hour or so later and my wrists are numb from all the pressing.

"Entschuldigung, mein Lieber(Sorry about that, my love)" He says.

"I'm going to assume that's an apology and don't worry, it's okay." I reassure.

He hesitates for a second before pulling me into a hug. Before I can even laugh about the sudden affection, he gives me a kiss on the lips. It's a very brief kiss, but I still liked it a lot. He pulls away but still keeps me in his arms, not letting me go anytime soon. I'm glad I left the basement.

Japan-

The situation was pretty embarrassing. By Kiku's standards, anyway. He had come home from training with the other Axis Powers and greeted you. You had sensed an annoyed edge in his voice and went to comfort him.

That is what lead to now, Kiku sitting on the couch, with you rubbing his hand, Cerberus on his lap, and Pochi on his other side. Needless to say, he was all to embarrassed.

"Etto... c-could you s-stop?" Kiku manages to stutter out.

"No, you need to relax, we're not stopping." (Y/N) says and continues massaging his hand.

"I-I am fine! You have no need to do this!" Kiku exclames in a flustered 'rage'.

"Shhhhhhh shh shh sh. It's okay. Just calm down." (Y/N) coos to Kiku, "You're not in a good mood, and I'm here to help you out of it."

Despite his stubbornness, Kiku finds himself calming down to the sound of his girlfriend's voice. There was a smooth, delicut tombera to her speech. It could calm down anyone, really. Not that Kiku would let her talk like that to anyone.

The couple sit in silence together, enjoying each other's company. Any and all stress on Kiku's shoulders melted away in seconds. The rest of the time was just him in bliss. It has been forever since the nation had felt so calm and content with his life.

You go to stand up, presumably to retrieve something. Once the gentle rubbing had stop, Kiku was forcefully snapped back to reality. There was a short wave of panic that washed over him at the thought of you leaving. He quickly gets his emotions in control and quietly waits your return.

"Kiku, could I have some help?" A troubled voice comes from the kitchen.

"Hai, what is wrong?" Kiku asks upon entering.

"I wanted something sweet to snack on, but I can't find anything." The blind girl explains, waving a hand around in front of her. Kiku moves forward and meets her hand.

"Ah, there you are." (Y/N) mutters to herself.

"What did you have in mind?" Kiku asks, ready to get whatever she suggests.

"Ice cream please." And upon command, Kiku followed. It was the least he could do for earlier. He guided his girlfriend back to the living room before he presents her with the aforementioned ice cream.

"Thank you Kiku, I don't know what I would do without you." You claim, more to yourself than anyone else.

"And you do not have to wonder about that. I do not pran on reaving any time soon."

Romano-

It's an amazing day in Italy today, like every other day. I was going to leave, like, a month ago. There was a Fictions meeting and I just needed to go to Italy and leave as soon as it was over. But this is much better! Lovi is letting me stay at his place that he shares with his friend and possible LGBT parter, Antonio. I say possible because Antonio already has a girl. She's really nice and she's a dog trainer that's SUPER good at her job.

Where was I going with this? Lovi's house, right! I have a room next to Lovi, it's pretty big and it looks like the deluxe sweet at a castle sometimes, or an underground cave system with weird glowy mushrooms. I use the room as an imagination chamber so I can look around at the altered world without looking like a complete weirdo while I interact with my sight.

The room currently looks like an abandoned robot factory, there are a few conveyor belts with half-finished parts on them, rusted saws that can barely operate, flickering lights, and the occasional wire daggining from the ceiling. Kaoru runs through the scene being chased by old security bots but she quickly hides in a small cubby that has a few cans of oil in it. The bots pass her and she crawls out of the cubby, letting out a relieved sigh.

"Okay, um... run through the scene again. I wanna change a few things."

The scene starts over, but Kaoru gets grabbed by a pair of metal arms and into a hiding spot.

"That's way more interesting! Stick with that!"

I start to walk around the factory and figure out what to do next. Spitballing ideas as I do.

"Wait... who should be the robot to save her?" I look over at the hiding spot and a silhouette.

The silhouette steps into the light and it's just a grey ragdoll figure. I walk around the ragdoll and think of the appearance, details slowly start to appear on the doll and it looks more like a robot. I smile at the figure and start to sketch it. Slender arms snake their way around my waist and I'm shocked back into reality. I look at the wall in front of me and the sketch in my notebook, it's almost done with only a few details that I can fill in later.

"Biscotti? Are you-a okay? You're-a talking to yourself and-a walking around like a maniac." He asks with a small bit of concern.

"Don't worry, it's just some imagination." I say and finish the sketch.

He squeezes me a little tighter and kisses the crook of my neck. I close the notebook and lean into his chest. He kisses my cheek and nuzzles his head into my neck. I let out a small humm and kiss his head, close to his curl now that I think about it. He freezes before continuing to snuggle me, just a little more cautious. I take note and kiss a little closer, Lovino shutters a little and gives me a gentle squeeze.

"Biscotti, you don't want to try that again." He mutters in my ear.

I nod my head and he relaxes a little. I kiss him on the cheek before kissing him on the lips. He smiles and lays me down on the bed, him laying next to me.

"Let's just take a small siesta."

Spain-

"Was this your goal all along? Get your owners to give you to me?" I ask, sitting in front of Korbinian. His owners decided to give him to me because he's constantly been miss behaving at home. They saw how he acted when I was training him, and decided they would just let me own him.

"Mayyyyybe...?" Korbinian whimpers at me.

"Chica~ Ready to make churros?" The cheery voice known as Antonio asks from the kitchen.

"Vhen did he get here? How did I not notice?" Korbinian asks, looking around.

"You learn to not question it." I tell him.

Antonio comes in from the kitchen, probably wondering why I haven't answered his question. He questions, "Amore? Do you not want churros?"

"I do. Let's start." I respond, not looking away from Korbinian, "You better be here when I get back."

Once in the kitchen, Toni started to ask questions.

"Why was he here? I thought you were done training him." Toni asks, referring to Korbinian.

"The family that adopted him gave him to me. He wasn't behaving well at their house and seemed to be doing better here." I explain.

"Okay. Now, CHURROS!" Toni yells excitedly.

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