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Post by Hipster Canada on Jun 5, 2013 23:13:38 GMT -5
Canada smiled. Lithuania was eager to please. Matthew was like that himself a lot of the time. "Nah. I've been making them so long, I don't even use a recipe anymore. If you need one, there are cookbooks in the cupboard next to the pantry."
Canada paused for a moment, pursing his lips. He felt like there was something else important he needed to tell Lithuania about his kitchen, or his house, or something. Unable to think of that it was, he dismissed the thought with a quick smile and shook his head to clear his thoughts.
"I'm sure you're a great cook, Lithuania. Have at it. If you can't find anything, just yell." Canada chuckled softly at that. He wasn't much for yelling himself, and Lithuania didn't seem the type either. He left the colloquialism in place anyway.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Jun 6, 2013 18:44:53 GMT -5
"Ah... well, we'll see..." Lithuania nodded and started toward the kitchen, "Oh, and..." he paused briefly, "you let me know if you need anything, alright? Even simple requests, I don't mind at all."
Arriving in the kitchen, Toris took a quick look around, making a mental note of the different cabinet sizes and where he guessed everything might be. Okay, fridge, pans are probably down there, is this where the sugar is..? Lithuania opened a door to find it stocked full of maple syrup. ... Not quite... He smiled to himself.
After a few minutes of searching and poking around, the small Nation had everything he needed spread out on the counter. Grabbing a bowl and the bag of flour, he called out to the Canadian, "How many pancakes were you wanting?"
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Post by Hipster Canada on Jun 6, 2013 23:25:42 GMT -5
There were a few moments of quiet after Lithuania disappeared into the kitchen. Canada loosened his tie, pulled it off and tossed it gently across the back of the sofa. Then he undid the top two buttons of his dress shirt and rolled his shoulders just a little. Matthew should have taken off his jacket before he sat down, but since he'd forgotten, he didn't feel like using the effort to do it right now. For now he just shifted the ice pack on his ribcage and let the tension relax out of his muscles as his head rolled back to lean on the back of the couch.
"How many pancakes were you wanting?"
Matthew turned his head in the direction of the kitchen, even though he couldn't see the Lithuanian. He smirked slightly. How was he supposed to answer that one? "Just make a bunch, eh? Trust me, they'll get eaten."
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Post by Hipster Russia on Jun 8, 2013 17:09:18 GMT -5
A bunch... Lithuania stared down into the bowl, then to the remaining flour, pursing his lips in thought. Might as well... With a shrug he measured out the rest of the bag, figuring it would equal around 15 good sized pancakes. Which he hoped would be enough...
Setting to work, he prepared the pans, melted some butter, added sugar, baking powder and a tiny bit of salt to the flour before beating in the eggs, butter and milk. After mixing thoroughly the Lithuanian sighed and stood back, stretching out his muscles a moment and wiping his forehead with his sleeve. Now to just wait a little bit... should I make some fruit or something to put on the side in the meantime? Absentmindedly Toris pulled a hair tie from his pocket and tied up the back of his hair, then headed toward the fridge to see what else he might find.
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Post by Hipster Canada on Jun 11, 2013 17:10:59 GMT -5
Matthew yawned, pulling off his glasses to rub at one of his eyes. He tucked them into his jacket pocket. Everything was rather blurry without them, but he didn't care at the moment.
A snuffling noise reached the Canadian's ears, and a large, white bundle half strolled, half waddled into view. "Hey Kumaji," he said softly to his pet. "C'mere buddy."
"Who're you?" Asked the fluffy white bear as a wet nose snooped around Canada's knees.
"I'm Canada," he muttered automatically, rolling his eyes. "What did you do while I was gone?"
"Slept," Kumajirou answered, climbing up beside Matthew on the couch.
"Hmm, lucky," Matthew murmured, reaching out a hand to stroke the bear's soft head. "You didn't have to put up with America... and Russia."
"I'm hungry," Kumajirou announced, pawing at Canada's lap.
"Don't look at me," Canada said tiredly. "I fed you before I left. And don't pester Lithuania, either," he added a moment later, recalling his company in the kitchen.
Matthew was almost positive his words fell on deaf ears as the bear lazily dropped himself back to the floor and headed for the kitchen.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Jun 18, 2013 20:19:28 GMT -5
While the Lithuanian waited for the batter to sit, he occupied himself cutting up some fruit, hoping the Canadian wouldn't mind something a little extra with the pancakes. Once done, he put them in a small bowl to the side then rinsed off his hands before bouncing back over to the stove, pouring the batter to start the first three pancakes.
All the smells and sounds in the kitchen were wonderful, Toris mused with a smile on his face. He was getting excited as he stood there, waving his spatula as he waiting to flip the pancakes. Something was still nagging at the back of his mind, but he refused to think about it, not when he had the honor of cooking for someone new.
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Post by Hipster Canada on Jun 21, 2013 19:59:42 GMT -5
Kumajirou poked his head around the corner into the kitchen. There was a stranger in there. He smelled funny. Not like What's-His-Name. What's-His-Name was on the couch anyway.
There was a guy in the kitchen. Not very tall -- well not as tall as What's-His-Name or the Hamburger Man anyway.
Kumajirou sniffed the air a few times, trying to identify the strange person in his house. It definitely wasn't Hamburger Man, or the Tea Man, or even the Wine Man. Kumajirou didn't think this person had ever been here before.
The bear sniffed again. The strange man was making food. It smelled like pancakes. Like What's-His-Name's pancakes.
Well at least this one can cook, Kumajirou thought as he padded further into the kitchen, hoping for some food.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Jun 26, 2013 22:19:26 GMT -5
"Aaand.. these should be done!" Lithuania said to himself under his breath, looking around for the plate he had sat aside for the done pancakes, realizing suddenly he had left it on the counter behind him. Oh, whoops! Far from deterred, he grabbed the handle of the pan firmly with his free left hand and spun around-
only to stop dead in his tracks, his path blocked by a very large, white furry, oh my god is that a big dog... that his eyes instantly locked with. Lithuania took a deep breath as he fought to regain control of his wobbling hands, mentally thanking heavens that he had not dropped the pancakes (He did have a lot of practice after all, dealing with unexpected and somewhat terrorizing 'surprises', as Russia got a kick out of sneaking up on the Baltic). After a moment of staring into the deep black eyes, Toris visibly relaxed (but still remained on guard), sensing no threat from the intimating but rather cute ...that is definitely not a dog.
"Ah... h-hello there..." Lithuania tried gently, lowering his spatula hand to be sure not to appear threatening. "Are you uh... are you Mr. C-Canada's... friend?"
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Post by Hipster Canada on Jun 29, 2013 20:40:15 GMT -5
Kumajirou stopped just a few feet from the green man's feet, sitting down on the kitchen floor, staring up at the man in green very curiously. Kumajirou hadn't decided if he liked this one yet.
"Ah... h-hello there... Are you uh... are you Mr. C-Canada's... friend?"
So this one was kind of quiet -- like What's-His-Name. Kuma was okay with that. His master had lots of noisy friends, and Kuma didn't like that very much. He didn't think What's-His-Name did either, but the loud people came over anyway.
"Kumajirou," the bear replied by way of introduction before posing a question of his own. "You're new. Who are you?"
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Post by Hipster Russia on Jul 3, 2013 21:29:11 GMT -5
As Lithuania waited patiently for a reply from the white bear (what kind of reply was he expecting? Was this animal even capable of speech?) he could not help the small blush that adorned his face as he stared, captivated by the adorable way the creature sat, those cute little paws, those fluffy ears...
'Kumajirou, You're new. Who are you?'
A smile broke out on Lithuania's face. So he could talk, and most likely was a familiar of Canada's given the circumstances. Toris had a strange feeling he had seen this bear before, though... maybe not as large at the time...?
"My name is Lithuania, I am... a smaller country in Europe, by the Baltic Sea..." he wasn't sure how much the bear really wanted to know. Should he tell him why he was here? How would the bear react to... Canada being sat on by Russia... Maybe that was best left to Canada, unless Kumajirou asked. He felt nervous about bringing it up, though unsure of exactly why.
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Post by Hipster Canada on Jul 5, 2013 17:56:08 GMT -5
"My name is Lithuania," the stranger said, and that was all Kumajirou really understood. Something about a small country by a sea. He was definitely one of What's-His-Name's friends. They all said they were countries, too.
Kumajirou only had one question left for Lithuania at the moment. "Will you give me food?"
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Post by Hipster Russia on Jul 5, 2013 20:30:29 GMT -5
Lithuania's eyes shifted to the pan of pancakes he held on reflex, then back to the seemingly hungry bear.
"Uh I... I suppose.... What is it you eat..?"
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Post by Hipster Canada on Jul 5, 2013 20:35:42 GMT -5
The bear stared at the man in his master's kitchen for a long moment. He wasn't exactly sure what he was asking. What did the green-man think he would eat?
"Food," he replied finally. "Pancakes," he added a moment later, remembering the things the tea-man had once tried to feed him, claiming those were food.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Jul 5, 2013 21:02:32 GMT -5
"Oh..." The Lithuanian had started to reach for one of the pancakes in the pan, eager to please the almost charming animal, yet logic stopped him, and he turned to face the direction he knew Canada rested.
"I should check with Canada first..." Toris spoke to himself, still thinking it over. Pancakes were not a natural food... for any animal, he mused. But this wasn't just any animal... but how did he know if Kumajirou was even supposed to get food now? "Just to make sure it is okay..."
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Post by Hipster Canada on Jul 5, 2013 21:14:47 GMT -5
Kuma stared up at the green-man, blinking at him a few times.
"It's fine," he told Lithuania. "What's-His-Name name lets me."
He moved in a circle around Lithuania's legs, brushing up against them like a cat. "Hungry. Been alone all day."
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