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Title: Hell's Kitchen, Hetalia-style
Character(s): Germany, Spain, England, Sweden and Switzerland.
Rating/Genre: G / Humour
Warnings: Human names, and crack, so much crack. Oh, and England's scones. Again. Le horror.
Notes: Written in 20 minutes on a whim and based on a random prompt given by a friend.
Disclaimer: Proceed with caution for I bear no responsibility for broken ribs or brains.
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Ludwig: Und now ve shall put ze flour in, measured precisely to ze fifth decimal place. So remember, it ist zero-point-four-eight-seven-six-five grams of flour...
Antonio: Ehhhhhhh so that just about 0.5 grams right?
Ludwig: NEIN! I said to ze fifth decimal place! It needs to be accurate or ze cake might not rise enough!!
Antonio: Ehhhhhh but I can't read zero-point-four-eight... something something off my scale.
Ludwig: Zen ve vill have to use MY weighing balance!
Ludwig slams a shiny, hi-tech balance on kitchen table.
Ludwig: Ze latest model in a highly successful line, it comes with four automatic sliding doors, with a self-calibrating fucntion, and it can read up to five decimal places with a plus minus error of zero-point-zero-zero-one percent.
Antonio: Ehhhhhhh... that is... ehhhhhh...
Ludwig: Das ist ein schoener perfekter Instrument!
Arthur: Tch, you all spend too much time prattling about nonsense. Really, measuring flour to the fifth decimal place? That is simply absurd! Baking is more than just numbers or points; it's about relentless determination and a burning, sizzling passion. It's about...
Here, Arthur rolls up his sleeves and slaps on a frilly pink apron. White-hot flames of ambition are ablaze within his eyes. Behind him, black smoke curls about like tendrils of evil.
Arthur: It's all about doing it like a REAL MAN. And since I can't help but pity you poor, uneducated sods, I'll have to show you how it's really done. Let me make you all some lovely scones.
Antonio: EHHHHHHH?!
Ludwig: VAT?! VAIT, VAIT VE UH, VE AREN'T REALLY...
Antonio: Buhyooooooo I don't think I'm quite that hungry anymore ...
Arthur: Ahahahaha come now, lads, don't be shy. I know my baking skills are renowned all over–
Antonio: Oh yes, too well renowned.
Arthur: –but I can be a kind teacher. Strict yes, but kind nonetheless... So let's start with the dough...
Ludwig: NEIN! Uh vait, vait... uh ve has a meeting to go to und-
Berwald stares silently at everyone, face impassive, before turning back to stare at the baking items.
After some careful thinking, he dumps everything into the mixing bowl, swirls it all together like a boss and dumps mixing bowl into the pot. He turns up stove.
Berwald: All d'ne.
He checks his watch, and then gives everyone a thumbs-up, beaming slightly. Moe sparkles twinkle in the background.
Berwald: Sh'ld be r'dy in few h'rs.
Ludwig, Antonio and Arthur: ..........
The kitchen door swings open, slamming against the walls as Vash storms in, brandishing a badass-motherfucking Stgw.57 in his hands.
Outside the garden, a cat explodes in flames.
A dog falls off the fence.
Vash: WHY ARE YOU ALL SO NOISY IN THE MORNING?! SHUT THE HELL UP, OR I'LL BEAT YOU WITH MY PEACE PRIZE!
And that is why, the five-some decided that perhaps Chinese take-outs make the best dinners after all.
Ba dum tish.
-The End-
Character(s): Germany, Spain, England, Sweden and Switzerland.
Rating/Genre: G / Humour
Warnings: Human names, and crack, so much crack. Oh, and England's scones. Again. Le horror.
Notes: Written in 20 minutes on a whim and based on a random prompt given by a friend.
Disclaimer: Proceed with caution for I bear no responsibility for broken ribs or brains.
_____
Ludwig: Und now ve shall put ze flour in, measured precisely to ze fifth decimal place. So remember, it ist zero-point-four-eight-seven-six-five grams of flour...
Antonio: Ehhhhhhh so that just about 0.5 grams right?
Ludwig: NEIN! I said to ze fifth decimal place! It needs to be accurate or ze cake might not rise enough!!
Antonio: Ehhhhhh but I can't read zero-point-four-eight... something something off my scale.
Ludwig: Zen ve vill have to use MY weighing balance!
Ludwig slams a shiny, hi-tech balance on kitchen table.
Ludwig: Ze latest model in a highly successful line, it comes with four automatic sliding doors, with a self-calibrating fucntion, and it can read up to five decimal places with a plus minus error of zero-point-zero-zero-one percent.
Antonio: Ehhhhhhh... that is... ehhhhhh...
Ludwig: Das ist ein schoener perfekter Instrument!
Arthur: Tch, you all spend too much time prattling about nonsense. Really, measuring flour to the fifth decimal place? That is simply absurd! Baking is more than just numbers or points; it's about relentless determination and a burning, sizzling passion. It's about...
Here, Arthur rolls up his sleeves and slaps on a frilly pink apron. White-hot flames of ambition are ablaze within his eyes. Behind him, black smoke curls about like tendrils of evil.
Arthur: It's all about doing it like a REAL MAN. And since I can't help but pity you poor, uneducated sods, I'll have to show you how it's really done. Let me make you all some lovely scones.
Antonio: EHHHHHHH?!
Ludwig: VAT?! VAIT, VAIT VE UH, VE AREN'T REALLY...
Antonio: Buhyooooooo I don't think I'm quite that hungry anymore ...
Arthur: Ahahahaha come now, lads, don't be shy. I know my baking skills are renowned all over–
Antonio: Oh yes, too well renowned.
Arthur: –but I can be a kind teacher. Strict yes, but kind nonetheless... So let's start with the dough...
Ludwig: NEIN! Uh vait, vait... uh ve has a meeting to go to und-
Berwald stares silently at everyone, face impassive, before turning back to stare at the baking items.
After some careful thinking, he dumps everything into the mixing bowl, swirls it all together like a boss and dumps mixing bowl into the pot. He turns up stove.
Berwald: All d'ne.
He checks his watch, and then gives everyone a thumbs-up, beaming slightly. Moe sparkles twinkle in the background.
Berwald: Sh'ld be r'dy in few h'rs.
Ludwig, Antonio and Arthur: ..........
The kitchen door swings open, slamming against the walls as Vash storms in, brandishing a badass-motherfucking Stgw.57 in his hands.
Outside the garden, a cat explodes in flames.
A dog falls off the fence.
Vash: WHY ARE YOU ALL SO NOISY IN THE MORNING?! SHUT THE HELL UP, OR I'LL BEAT YOU WITH MY PEACE PRIZE!
And that is why, the five-some decided that perhaps Chinese take-outs make the best dinners after all.
Ba dum tish.
-The End-
Literature
APH: Hero
Did you ever know that you're my hero?
We've fought through many battles side-by-side and every time I'm blown away. Your skill, your strength, your courage
the way you put yourself on the battlefield is simply breathtaking. It adds to your perfection and it makes me love you even more.
We've watched each other grow and it's amazing to see you improve with every battle. It leaves me in a euphoric state that feels never-ending. Though it hurts to see you in pain, I know it's a price that comes with war. But regardless it never takes away the spirit you have. The scars you have are a testament to it and it makes me love you even more.
Literature
Hetalia University Meme
1. Poland
2. Germany
3. France
4. N. Italy
5. Switzerland
6. England
7. S. Italy
8. Russia
9. Lithuania
10. Sealand
11. Sweden
12. Hungary
http://www.random.org/sequences/
This is the number randomizer I used.
~o~O~o~O~
1. Your Homeroom teacher is: Lithuania
I walked into the classroom with a loud yawn, I sat in my seat and laid my head on the desk.
"It's a crime to wake up this early." I complained, Mr. Laurinaitis chuckled and set his books on the desk.
"Please, Ms. Tamashi, my old boss would barely let me have 2 hours of sleep."
2. Your Literacy teacher is: Poland
"No. No. No. That's, like, not how you word it. Mishi
Literature
Gangnam Style [VER. 2] [Hetalia: Germany x Reader]
The music awards were coming up in Europe, and you were excited. Not because you were a music fanatic, but because they were being held at Ludwig's house. And as usual, you were helping him.
"Recommend some songs for me, ja [Name]?" He turned around in his spinning chair and subconsciously slicked his perfect blond hair back.
"Uh
Gangnam Style?"
"Ze one zat made the top of ze charts internationally zis year?"
"Yeah, it was pretty crazy for a K-Pop song, huh?"
He looked up the song and watched the video emotionlessly, his face sometimes twitching slightly at the weird moments in the MV. You couldn't stifle your giggles well enough a
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Notes:
"What if everyone in my group of friends represented Hetalia characters in a Sims game. Based upon Nationality, not personality. Be kind of like a randomized crack-pairing. What sort of random shenanigans would occur in that group? Or would there be any? Maybe they'd get along?"
So a friend posted this on a forum I haunt often. Based on her friends' nationalities, the scenario is having Germany, Spain, England, Sweden and Switzerland being roomies/buddies and the random stuff that occurs between them.
And this is what happens when I procrastinate at work. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in my brain.
I also wonder what my Script-writing professor would think if she knew this is how I use what she taught us in class, to write about fictional personified nations. Pfft.
This was also cross-posted to the kinkmeme for the prompt "Any/Any, Fun in the Kitchen." So you could say this is a de-anon of sorts.
Ludwig’s weighing balance: [link]
Also also, Swedish mealtimes is the shizzzzz: [link]
I promise the next thing I write won't be crack, and will be a bit more substantial. Well. Maybe.
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