Well, it's been revealed that the updater of manual fanfics has ceased to update in the fandom anymore and had moved on to other fandoms. I guess that means that we're free to update whatever person we want without so much as a lot of tension. Oh well.

In other words, expect a lot of random people just showing up from the ether.

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~Charice~

"Your cooking is weird, aru."

"I have no idea what you like, so I'm just adding some of the Chinese spices that I have."

"That's not good at all, aru!"

"Well, I heard you like spices, so here! Have some damn spices!"

He started it.

"You so totally started that."

"Shut up, Alfred."

Fortunately, Maple-chan had some skills with Chinese cooking (I forced him to try cooking it once) so we had some idea of what the food should look like. Unfortunately, this poor guy started screaming at us the minute we decided that we were going to fry instead of steam the buns. The oil apparently tried to kill him.

"We have to start adding this first, before we do that!"

"But wouldn't that make the oil splatter more than it already is?"

"Not if we have a lid!"

"Well, that's unawesome! We need something more than that! Hey, how about cheese?"

"YOU CAN'T ADD CHEESE TO BUNS!"

"Hell yeah we can! That's why we have hamburgers!"

"Wrong analogy, Alfred."

"And who said you were boss, Rizal?"

"He owns the bloody house, Al!"

"Hey, don't make me separate you three! Or else no buns for you!"

"Aw…"

"Don't make me take dessert with that."

"Nuuuuuuu…"

"Vee…Charice is so strong~"

"Hell yeah I am~"

~Rizal~

Sometimes, I fear for these people with her running around.

I sat there at the dining table as Charice tried her best to make buns from scratch with Matthew and Yao next to her. They were trying to steam them, but then they went back to frying them, then steaming them, and it just goes back and forth. Sometimes, I fear for my own stomach.

"This is fun to watch, da?"

"Yep…it's like watching the morning after a horrible sleepover." I rubbed my head. "You just want cereal, Ivan?"

"I don't mind. I personally just want to watch them burn~"

Oooh, watch out. We just got a mini-Joker running around.

It was then that I noticed that Francis and Gilbert decided to get into the picture. They started charging them and began yelling about how they wanted to add something to the mix, and it ended with Yao hitting them with a wok that I'm pretty sure didn't come with the package. I'm going to have to check up on the manual again…

"Ah…this is so fun, isn't it?"

"You're calling this mess fun, Antonio?"

"Of course! This is the most entertaining thing that's happened to me!"

Seeing as how you had a very short life…

"All right, figure out what you're doing now or else we're all eating burnt pancakes."

"I still think we should add cheese-"

"NOOOOOOO!"

"Oh, you people are mean…"

"We're not mean, we're sane."

Why in the world is this happening to me?

It was then that I noticed that Matthew was making something away from the messed up lot that was them. He looked at the three of us (Alfred and Arthur were fighting each other and the others were throwing their weight around the poor little Asian people) before turning around with his finished plate…which were normal looking buns.

"They're ready."

"Pass them over~!" Antonio waved.

Matthew ducked out of the way before serving whatever he made. There were just enough for the four of us, and from the looks of it, it didn't look poisoned or ruined or something we can't gag over. Then, Antonio risked a bite.

"Delicioso!"

"Really?"

"The best I ever had!"

Which is only that one, which isn't saying much. I took a bite. "Not bad."

"Better than what I think they're gonna have~"

"Thank you for that morbid note, Ivan. Thank you."

~Charice~

"Look, we are not going to add cheese to anything! That is a European creation going into a Chinese bun! Bad idea, hotshot!"

"Hey, I still think that this is going to be awesome! Come on, add it!"

"Hey, let go of me-!"

"You're not touching the food, aru!"

I found myself being pushed out of the way as Francis and Gilbert finally got themselves on my side of the oven. Those poor buns are never going to be eaten, aren't they? What a waste of food…and I was in the mood to actually eat something good today…

"Aiya! What are you doing with that?"

"I'm letting AWESOME get in this!"

Oh dear lord…

Then there was a lot of screaming that I couldn't really understand, but from what I could catch Alfred decided to add jalapeño peppers in them, and then force-feed Matthew to see if it was any good. Now all we got was a dead Canadian and Antonio eating them like they were chips. Seriously, these people scare me sometimes. The only thing that was missing was Ivan contemplating where we should bury the body.

"Um…Charice…" Rizal turned to me. "Should we do something?"

"…get the camera."

"Right."