England pet his head. "It is a big deal. No one's ever been this kind to me."

"Well, that's just not nice..." he said with a frown as he stirred the food. "Everyone needs to be treated with respect."

Arthur just sighed. "Well. Some people are shallow enough to base everything on appearance."

"well, I would still treat you this way if I had that mind set."

England just smiled. "Well that's good to know."

Francis smiled. "I suppose it is..." He finished with the food and put it on three plates. "Is Alfred awake yet?"

Arthur went and checked on his little brother. "No." He picked the child up and shook him a little. "But he is now."

Francis simply laughed before setting the plates on the dining table. "well, dinner is served.."

Alfred sat at the table, eager to eat. Arthur sat beside him. "Come Francis. Sit beside me." Alfred begged

"But what if I want to sit beside both of you?" Francis asked, seeing as how he'd have to choose if not.

Arthur got up and sat so that Francis could sit in the middle. "That better?" He asked grumpily.

Francis frowned and sat beside him. "I am sorry...?"

Arthur glared directly at Alfred. "Wasn't you I was mad at."

Francis frowned. "Don't be mad, mon cher"

Alfred glared right back at Arthur. "He's my friend too Arthur!" The Brit snarled. "Well he's my boyfriend." He hissed back. Alfred laughed. "You're a faggot." England got a rather scary smile on his face. "Wanna live twerp? Somehow I think you just want to die." Alfred stuck his tongue out and Arthur started chanting, making Alfred scream and run away. "DEVIL WORSHIPER!!!" He yelled and Arthur just grinned, taking a bite of food.

Francis bit his lip to keep from smiling. "Arthur... that was mean" He smiled to show he was teasing. "How long will he be afraid?"

Arthur grinned. "Oh, a few hours..."

"Well, I suppose he can eat then." Francis laughed very softly before taking a bite of his own food

He nodded and took a bite of his own food. "This is good."

"Why thank you... I've always loved to cook..." He smiled, happy that the English teen enjoyed his cooking.

"Did you learn this from family?" He asked softly. He knew that might be a touchy subject.

"Initially, yes, I did... Me and mom would cook all the time, and dad would help..." He smiled fondly, remembering those days.

He smiled. "mom was such a good cook."

"I think, all mothers are good cooks... Just, out of instinct..."

He smiled and looked out into the distance. "yeah. I miss my mum."