Venice~ Here we are!

Guest

Scotland followed him inside, feeling a bit hungry when Italy had mentioned pasta. The flight was awfully long and he felt oddly tired from being so excited to see him, but at the same time he wanted to spend time with him without trying to fall asleep. As long as he was moving around it wouldn't really matter then. He smiled as Italy went on about what they were going to do together while he stayed over to spend some time with him. "Would ye like some help wit making the pasta?" He asked thoughtfully.

Guest

Italy looked up at him and grinned. "Si, if you want to ve~ or you can take a nap while i cook~?" He asked, tilting his head, his curl changing around a bit to make a little heart as he walked over to the kitchen and grabbed his apron to make sure his clothes stayed clean, pulling his sleeves up and looking over at him with a bright smile, honey gold eyes shining with happiness. "Ve~ I can teach you my recipe~" He said, moving around and starting to get all the things they needed out, he almost tripped a few times on the rug as he was carrying the noodles and pots out and over to the stove.

Guest

Scotland blushed lightly. The little heart the curl did was absolutely adorable, but there was no way Scotland was going to say that, no matter how badly he wanted to say so. He started to grow a little curious about it. Touching it suddenly seemed rude and an invasion of personal space, so Scotland decided to ask another time. He watched as Italy went to the kitchen and put on an apron. He started to grow worried as he started to stumble all over the place. The Scot didn't want Italy to wind up hurting himself even though he may have cooked many times before.
Scotland walked on over and took a few pots from him and set them down onto the stove. "I think I'd rather stay here an help ye. I've noticed ye happen tae trip all over the place."