hopes Francis doesn't come home and see this mess.

does come and home and does indeed see the mess. ;A;

is trying to clean it up! But the soup keeps boiling over and she's really just spazzing out.

just stands there at the entrance of the kitchen, dropping his groceries. ;A;

squeaks as she hears the groceries fall, turning to see him standing there.

gapes at her. ;A;

stares back at him. "... I'll clean it up I swear."

takes a step forward, pauses, and quickly goes to the stove, turning off the heat and grabbing the soup pot.

steps back, watching him, waiting to get in trouble.

pours the soup into the sink, knowing it was far from good to eat. "What were you doing?" he asks in a quiet voice as the steam goes down

frowns and sulks a little. "... I was trying to make soup." she says, thinking it was a little obvious.

smacks his forehead, running cool water into the pot before getting a wet cloth to begin cleaning the stove. "You should have waited."

"I didn't know when you would come home!" she frowns. "...Here, let me do that."

swats her hand away. "Scrub the pot before it gets too sticky." He continues to scrub at the oven, sighing. "You could have called me."

shrugs and starts to scrub the pot. "I lost my phone." she replies bluntly.

waves the rag towards the kitchen phone. "There is such thing as a land line."

shrugs again, continuing to scrub at the pot. "Didnt think about it."

sighs and continues to scrub. An awkward silence? "How... is... Iceland?"

frowns, and scrubs harder at the pot. "Uh, well, you know, the volcano and all..."

tries to hold back a snicker (and does so successfully). "Hot and bothered?" he asks in complete seriousness.

scowls at him. "No!" she snaps, then focuses on the pot again.

flinches a bit. ;;

keeps her back to him as she scrubs, frustrated.

finishes up and goes to her quietly from behind. "Is something wrong?" he asks.

jumps a little. "N-no, everything's fine!" she denies, finishing the pot and turning to look up at him.

a worried look on his face as he watches her. "Are you sure?"

frowns at him. "...Where have you been?"

blushes and squeaks, looking away. "J-Just.. I had a bit too much to drink after a nightmare... so I crashed at Matthew's."

drops her head a little. "I had a nightmare too."

automatically gets into papa-mode and brings her close, wrapping his arms around him. "Tell me what it was?"

latches onto him instead of yanking away like she normally would. "...You were dying."

tenses, holding her tighter. "I had the same nightmare," he whispers back.

"... But you're safe now, right?" she asks, hugging him tighter.

nods, smoothing her hair down. "Of course I am. I'm here with you, aren't I?"

looks away. "...You weren't when I woke up."

sighs softly. "I got so scared that night, I drank myself into a stupor. I... forgot you were staying with me, so went to your house...and_

_then I went to Matthew's..." He brushes her hair again, humming softly. "But now I'm back."

sighs, then pulls away from him. "I'm glad you're okay. I was worried."

doesn't let her go completely, still a bit worried himself. "Will you be alright?"

pouts and crosses her arms. "O-of course I will be! It was just a dumb dream!" she insists, though she doesn't sound very sure.

cups her face with both hands, kissing her forehead. "Dreams can be scary."

squirms a little at the kiss. "I'm not scared of them."

kisses her forehead again. "My adorable girl."

tries to step away from the second kiss. "I destroy your kitchen and you call me adorable?!"

blanches and sticks out his tongue. "I could care less about my kitchen. As long as you're okay."

"I'm fine! I only burnt byself a little!" she holds up an arm to show him.

*myself

spazzes and quickly grabs her arm, putting it under cold water.

watches him spaz out, totally calm. "I was just going to leave it."

her a fierce look. "You can't just leave a burn untreated! No matter how small!"

stares at him, then at the burn. "...Can't I just spit on it and leave it be or something?"

pouts and drags her to the first aid kit on the other side of the counter. "Non!"

looks at the first aid kit and starts to panic a little. "Are you going to disinfect it?!"

shakes his head. merely getting gentle kid-friendly creme for the burn and smearing some on it before putting a Band-Aid over it.

looks relieved and relaxes, letting him do it, though she insists the cream still stings. "...Thank you Francis~"

frowns at her, pointing to himself. "Paaaapa. Papa. Papa Papa Papa Papa."

pretends she doesn't understand what he's saying. "Francis, I'm still hungry."

gets tears in his eyes. "Paaaaapaaaaa"

ignores his teary eyes and walks over to his pantry to see if there was anything good inside.

whines and goes after her. "Paaaapaaaaa!"

sulks, looking through the pantry and finding nothing good. "Why should I call you that?"

sobs a bit, clutching at the back of her dress. "Because you promised you woulddddd, if I didn't touch your boyfriendddd"

scoffs, and tries to shake him off. "You shouldn't be touching my boyfriend to begin with!!"

fidgets from foot to foot. "But it was only once, when I was teasing him about youuuuu. So long agooo. Call me Papaaaa"

"F-fine! Papa! There, happy?"

beams, swinging her skirt from side to side. "Yay~ So happy~ So Happy~

scowls, swatting at his hands. "Stop that! It's not that exciting!"

pouts and lets her skirt go, tugging on her pigtails gently. "Cheer up, cheer up." He bends down to pick up the dropped groceries. "Ah, it_

_didn't break~"

hums, watching the grocery bags intently. "What did you get?"

holds them up. "Wine~ And candy~"

"Are you going to share?" she asks, giving him pleading eyes.

nods, grinning. "Yes~ Of course~"

beams and gives him a quick hug. "Merci~"

wiggles his hips. "Say Papa, Merci Papa!"

pouts, wondering why he has to be so demanding! ...But as long as no one else could hear, this was okay. "Merci Papa!"

beams again. He wiggles his foot towards the fridge (hands full) and continues to grin. "I have cake. Bring it to the living room."

nods, skipping over to the fridge and opening it. She finds the cake and brings it to the living room like he said to.

settled himself in the living room with a board game and wine glasses already filled. "Family night!" he sings.

looks a little surprised, but sets the cake down and sits down. "Family night?"

rethinks that before sipping his wine. "Father-daughter night!"

wonders since when did they have these, but decides to go along with it. "What do we do?"

waves to the game. "Games, and candy and wine and cake." It was the best thing he could think of to rid of these nightmares.

giggles, apparently she found some part of this enjoyable. "Okay, this sounds like it might actually be fun."

gets out the little miniature pieces for the game, pushing them towards her. "Pick, pick"

takes the one that looks like a fish ((shut up there is one as of now)) and looks up expectantly at him. "You pick now."

picks out the one of a large bottle of wine, grinning. ((Hahahaha)) "There's another set of rules, though."

looks up at him, a curious expression spread across her face. "What are the other rules?"

points to the deck of cards. "They've been altered. When you get a good card, you get a sip of wine. A bad, a piece of candy."

hums, thinking that doesn't sound bad. "Is that it~?" she asks, ready to start the game already.

glances to the side, a toothy grin stretching his lips. "And then there are *those* cards."

doesn't like the way he said that. "...What do those cards do?"

's grin stretches more. "You either have to eat a piece of cake, which is so sweet you'd rather gag, or strip a piece of clothing."

stares at him blankly. "...I'm not playing." she announces, starting to stand up.

holds her wrists down. "Noooo!"

scowls, trying to get free from his grip. "You're just being a pervert! ...Again!"

whines. "I didn't do it! That bastard England brought the game over and I just haven't changed the cards! We'll make it normal!"

pouts at him. "...England is a jerk, but somehow I doubt he'd come up with a game like this."

holds up the box cover that was decorated in Brittania Angel decorations. "He did it while he was drunk." ;;

facepalms. "...Okay, let's just play."

cheers up and tosses the box away. "You can roll first."

picks up the dice and rolls them, looking extremely focused. "...Five."

waits for her to move, like a child.

moves, going obnoxiusly slow and counting out loud to iritate him.

isn't phazed, a bit too much into the game even though it just started.

hums looking at the board. "Which card now?"

shrugs, shuffling the deck before offering them to her. "The top one, I guess."

too chicken to admit he's never played the game. >u>;