Gourmet Gal

Turkey x Reader Gakuen

This story is a request by Avrupasya, sorry it’s taken so long

You were busy once again doing the jobs that you really did not want to do at the academy, but it was all in a good cause. After-all, you were not the richest being on the planet and the tuition for your academy time had to be paid somehow, it had just been lucky you’d figured out something with the Dean. But today was not the most glamorous of jobs and you were not wearing the most glamorous of gear....

Going to the Gourmet Club could be incredibly embarrassing at the best of times, especially because you were always stuck cleaning up whatever mess France had made and avoiding him spraying cream on you... it was a weird thing to do of course but according to the other girls that helped out clean the club, it was so he had an excuse to lick it off you. The idea of France getting that close to you was sickening, you were not fond of him. Then there was China, he always left vegetable peelings about the place or strange looking meals that you swore you would never attempt to eat just in case they were something unsavoury. Your continued rejection of such seeming kindness had irritated China greatly and you were not in his good books. The only other person was Turkey... and no one got in his way when he was cooking.

You pushed the trolley of cleaning equipment into the club’s kitchen and groaned the moment you saw cream splattered all over the place. There was one good thing though as you pulled on your luminous yellow rubber gloves - no one seemed to be around. So without fear you put on your show cap to keep the muck from your hair and immediately began the task of wiping the tops. When the tops were wiped you scrubbed the sink, cleaned the oven and then moved onto the floor. You swept before getting out the mop and cleaning the floor. After an hour the place was sparkling and you took to your next job... and least favourite... as you headed toward the fridge to remove anything that needed to be thrown out.

The moment you opened the fridge door your eyes widened in delight at the sight of something special.... There were some rose Turkish delights cooling into a more solid state in the fridge and it made your mouth water. There were rumours around the academy that these sweets, made by Turkey himself, were apparently the best things around and could make even Sweden’s eyes water in joy with one bite. You stared at them, counting them anxiously as you tried hard not to reach out and taste one. With a firm gulp you said no to yourself and turned around to close the fridge door, only to come nose-to-nose with... TURKEY!

“OH GOD! I’m sorry! I wasn’t going to steal one I swear! I’m sorry Turkey, I’ll get out of the kitchen right now...” You were surprised at how he was staring at you... he seemed almost to be grinning over the fact that you were trying to apologise for nothing and you tried to sidle away. He chuckled at you and quickly placed a hand on your shoulder, making you freeze instantly.

“You’re _____, right?” Turkey questioned with a sly grin and you swiftly nodded your head. He smiled warmly and then looked around at the kitchen. He gave a whistle to state he was impressed before looking at you with a grin. “They said you were good at cleaning. But France mentioned you knew a bit about cooking?”

“Uh... yes, I... I used to be in a cooking club in my last school and I invented all sorts of things.” You smiled warmly and Turkey turned to look at you carefully with a cheeky twinkle in his eyes. Suddenly he leant forward and gave you a soft peck to the cheek.

“Cool... we could use some more ideas around here. I’ll tell you what... come in an hour before you normally do to clean and we’ll make Turkish Delight together - I’ll also pay you a little each time... I’d like an apprentice as cute as you!” He grinned and you almost fainted in delight. But then you tried to make an argument against it, you couldn’t think of any reason why it would be a bad idea at all. But before you could even open your mouth to agree, Turkey gave you a swift kiss to the lips and you giggled as your face turned bright red. He then flicked your shower cap with a grin. “Forget the gloves next time, but I like the shower cap on you!”