The Way To An Englishman's Heart Is Through His Kitchen
Description
France finds out that England is secretly taking cooking lessons and of course won’t pass up the juicy opportunity to rag on his former ward about it. The joke’s on him, however, when he unexpectedly gets served just desserts. Now, he has one helluva mess to clean up, and it’s all going down... in England’s kitchen.
Foreword
- Fandom: Hetalia
- Story Number: 183
- Pairing: France x England (Francis Bonnefoy x Arthur Kirkland) [FrUK]
- Chapters: 1/2
- Status: Incomplete, Discontinued
- Warnings: Boy Love (), Cooking England (-le gasp-), Mild ual Harassment, Dubious Consent,
Bordering - Tags: Romance, Angst, Hurt & Comfort(?), Humour, Bitter Fights, , Food ,
, Jealous France - Start & Completion: 2013/03/27–2021/02/22
Note:
This is an old piece (hah, almost all my Hetalia stories are!). Sob story behind this: I wrote this halfway done and DocsToGo deleted it. It was such a shock for me that I cried. Internally. I’m normally an outward bawl-my-eyes-out crybaby, but… The sadness and shock cancelled out each other I guess. I really felt my heart sort of crack a little there, to be melodramatic about it. I mean, it was such a rare thing for me to be able to get into that kind of flow before (writing Hetalia was so hard for me!). And just the start of that week, before this unfortunate incident, my fanart meant for the 109th Entente Cordiale which I have been working on for over a month was deleted by Sketchbook Pro... It seemed that my iPad or some antagonistic force was jinxing my best efforts at commemorating E.C. 2013. Either that, or the universe was just taking a huge dump on me. Well, that was years ago, and I only managed to recover now, enough to get back to this, mehe. Sh*t happens, I know. I just wasn't expecting it to happen twice in a row. I was so sad then, that I think I either cried myself to sleep or just resorted to writing more shameless Arthur-uke … Buuuut, according to my notes, I didn’t do any of that, because I couldn’t sleep and I stayed up rewriting the entire first chapter from scratch—well, from what I could recover from (my) memory. So… here we are.
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