Puff Pastry (England x Reader)
"Arthur. I can't live like this anymore!" You exclaimed, leaning against the counter in the kitchen of the home you shared with the Brit, hands running through your hair exasperatedly.
"(Y/n), please, don't do this-" The blond began to reply, pleading, but you glared back at him.
"No! This," You gestured around you. "Is so unhealthy! I'm sorry, you know I love you, it's just...we need to fix this."
"But why-" He tried again, but when you set your steady gaze onto his bright green eyes he closed his mouth again.
"Artie. You can't cook. I can't cook. We can't live off of takeout forever."
"...What are you suggesting?" He seemed to know what was coming, his pale lips turning down into a grimace.
"You know what I'm suggesting. Cooking lessons."
"Come on you big wimp, let's go." You pulled at the collar of your boyfriend's shirt, but he was reluctant to leave the house.
"I-I...(y/n), please, do I have to go?" Arthur looked at you, almost pouting.