[i][center][h2][color=fff200]Belgium's House[/color][/h2][/center][/i]

Belgium had recently received a letter from her... Aunt? She supposed in a way Austria could be regarded as her aunt, and the two had a good relationship at any rate, so even if she wasn't related to her, she was more than happy to call her aunt. Apparently Austria needed suggestions for something to please Hungary, something sweet, and Belgium specialised in something sweet. Perhaps... She was busying herself around her kitchen as she pulled down ingredients for a nice chocolate cake, perhaps black forest gateau? No, that was France's territory really. Two tier chocolate sponge? Mmm... She could already see how tasty that would be.

She placed a few bars of her own chocolate into a pot and was about to start melting it when she heard the roar of German's blimp engine, although... It seemed wrong... And too loud. Running outside, still with her apron around herself, and sighed as she saw the blimp coming down outside her house. Hoping beyond hope that the jump would break her leg or something so that she didn't have to deal with her cousin, she was sorely disappointed.

"Hello my cousin. You certainly know how to make an entrance... Come in, come in, don't mind the mess, I was just baking. Austria's coming around, I'm sure no coincidence?" She sighed. The last thing she wanted to do was engage in pointless rhetoric with both of the Central powers. "Please don't try to stick your grubby fingers in the cake mix. Just... Sit down there."

"Was there anything in particular you wanted to talk to me about, or was this purely an... Accidental visit?" The younger country leaned down and placed a few logs in her oven and lit them, before carefully whisking the batter.