(///whoops) He smirked slightly. "Well, after this one we can play one of your albums. That way it's equal." He looked towards the Polish man, who seemed to be struggling ever so slightly with the wooden spoon. "Want me to take over mixing?"
"Yeah, that would be totally cool of you~!" He smiled brightly.
He found it, a page which was yellowed and torn but still legible. "So, it's pretty simple, actually. We just mix the cocoa, butter, sugar and eggs, add the graham crackers, and chill. What other desserts were you planning to make?"
"Just some cakes and pies." He took a look at the pages and began to put the ingredients together.
(Oh my god I'm so sorry, I just read your reply...) When he heard Spain speaking, brown haired nation just rolled his eyes. He was mad at him for calling him chubby. Suddenly, he stood up and took a juicy tomato from the pile."You don't need to show off, you bastard" he hissed, while looking at Spain's body. He was always envious of muscles which Spain owned, but on the other hand he was too lazy for anyy physical exercises.
He cocked his head to the side, clueless to what he meant. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”